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Fun Facts at the age of 24.
Fun Facts at the age of 24
- Firstly be thankful to GOD as 1, 53,000 people die every day and at this age and you are still alive and reading this.
- Irrespective of whether you move or not, life will definitely move on; and so better rush. Don’t wait
- People will come, spend time with you and will go away. So no need to wait for them.
- You will have break-ups in your relations, your girlfriend/ boyfriend might double date on you, or even she might get engaged to some rich guy/girl. Smoking and boozing might become your happiness. Then don’t think it’s filmy and anything will change. It’s totally acceptable, and you have to believe it, live it with it and move on.
- You will trust people, have blind faith in them, and they will break it. So what, you haven’t signed a Trust contract with them. So none of you was liable to keep it for a lifetime. Go ahead with your life and enjoy.
- You will do well and feel proud, you will do badly and regret and also will be sorry for it. But in either case, people are not liable to praise you or accept your sorry, so don’t worry. Just go on and do well and try to avoid bad things again. Follow the cycle in a better way, that’s life.
- At this age of 24, many of your friends are married or are about to get married. And you don’t have the slightest of “why” and still you only think “Why People marry so early?” Trust me that might be the problem with age not with us.
- At this age, the girls with whom you used to flirt for long hours, rarely might have a talk with you. And even if they do, the only discussion you both have is a “Hi” and “How are you” and that too because they too have goals in their life and boyfriends too. Then leave it, you can’t do anything in it
- You might be still single. So no issue with that, you might enjoy that stage by laughing out loud on people who are suffering in relationships or just had breakups.
- At 24, you are not consistent in a full-time job; neither you have converted a college for M.S. in the U.S. or elsewhere and nor converted a good B School in India, and you are juggling to make yourself set in any one of them. Don’t feel sad and lonely; trust me I am with you.
- At 24, at your home, you only hear what your 1st-2nd or 3rdor so on numbered cousin have achieved and you don’t know what to react and you just leave out from your home, again trust me I am with you.
- Sooner or later at this age, you will realize that packages were not meant only for travel and honeymoon packages, even daily you will hear about people getting different salary packages.
- None of your crushes is any more your crushes, many of them might be not even in your contact and even if some are in your touch than that’s only because you might have attended their wedding and have a photograph of that marriage with you. So what one day you too will be married. Relax.
- At 24, you might be spending hours and hours of your day, not even checking your cell phone. Though you already know that neither there is anyone special to text you and nor there is any important work that people can ask from you, and even after checking it later you prove yourself right. In that case, no comments.
- At this age, you sit idle for hours and you have neither a friend as free as you are, who can waste his/her time with you for the whole day nor do you have a girlfriend, who can chat with you or worry about you. I know it might be frustrating, but again no comments.
- You meet some of your friends every evening at 8.00 and you all discuss what you should do to make it big or make it large in your life along with feeling that the system is wrong and you spend the next 5 hours in it, before falling asleep, and this becomes a cycle every evening. Then for sure, something might be wrong with you.
- You will love someone, with a feeling of contentment and in many cases, it ends with the sadness of not seeing a future with them. But that’s a part of life. Feel it, live it and move on
- There will be days when your mornings will begin at 12.00 pm and good nights will start at 3.00 am. That’s the best life you can have, so enjoy that phase.
- Pocket money is no longer a serious concern, because anyhow with the so-called “pocket money”, you will not be able to do anything. So, just start a job to spend more.
- You will see people of your age, travelling in different cars, and all luxurious accessories, and you still on the same 10-year-old, family vehicle. Promise yourself that at your age your child will be in a better condition.
- You will realize that the most unwanted duffers of your school or college batch are in a good position; living a good contended life, with a good job and an awesome girl. No issue, consider it a harsh fact and believe it. You might see many such cases in the near future also.
- There will days when you will realise that the world is worried about international crises; your friends are worried about their future, your family about your sister’s marriage. And balancing monthly income and the only things that make you cautious and happy are good food and good books, a good television series and sleep. So what!! That is the best thing. Enjoy
- Your night will pass thinking about the future and will scare you out, and still, the only step you will take will be to update that thought on Facebook. So what!! Who knows that might make you someday a good writer.
- And Finally, at the age of 24, you might have many things to work out; many plans to follow and many aims to achieve and still, you just read novels, increase your fat in your tummy, and spend time writing ” 24 Facts @ 24″.So what !! Live Your Dream, We are alive firstly to fulfil our dream only. 🙂
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A girl in a foreign land | Poetry
A girl in a foreign land | Poetry | Life
All in new shoes,
Away from her own sand,
A girl in foreign land.
She beings her day,
Where she left the other day,
Goes to earn
Than to learn
Finds it hard
And difficult,to have fun
She cooks her bread
Makes her bed
Lies on it,
To take a long nap,
But in no time again,
Finds herself awake,
To move out with her name,
To repeat the work again, to do the same
……….
It was not the same then,
She was in the east and not in west, back when
Her laugh was different, her cry was different
The sparkle in her eye was different
Her face expressed ,
Her smile impressed
In the kingdom of her own,
She was her very mistress
A carefree bird,
She danced in her thoughts
With the people closed to her ,
She explored the very roads,
Her soul shined with light
Aura cleansed people’s guilt,
Her nature compiled everyone to one,
Life was something more than what she lived.
She was desire in her name,
But had no desire to be a part of any game
………….
Now Its a all new land there,
Away from somewhere to nowhere
Still she tries,
Tries to be the same,
To live in a new world,
But with the old heart frame,
In search of life, her day begun’s,
And in Searching herself, It ENDS
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In Pursuit of Dream | Poetry
In Pursuit of Dream | Poetry
*Many times harsh,
Many times mean
Rarely understood by others,
Even rarely seen
But believe in it, Pursue it,
Because it is your Dream.
* It made you who you are,
It’s the one thing which will take you far,
Will give you happiness and peace,
Make your life better with ease,
Will make you see, how a better world can be seen
So go out, and pursue your dream
*Your dream will never leave you alone,
Even when the world will turn you down, It will still be your own
It was there, even when you never felt,
Will be there, even when your soul will be left,
It is in you,
Shouting; to understand what it mean
So Go out, and pursue you Dream
*It was something, because of which many times you never slept,
It was something because of which many a times you even wept
It was opposed by people, brutally crushed
But you always nurtured it and always had in it,your Trust
It is something what defines your being,
So Go out and pursue your dream
*Nobody cared when you were born,
Neither will care when you will die,
But the dream will remain a dream,
If it is not fulfilled by
So break the bondage with the world,
Stop thinking what the world will think,
*Everything will end one day,
That day will come in just a eye’s blink,
So rush out, go, cry and scream,
Whatever it takes, pursue your dream
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The Chair Story |College Friends | Blog
The Chair Story |College Friends | Blog
– Roll no 1, no 2, no 3
We cannot define relations. They can come in different shapes, sizes, voices, looks and weirdness. But some relations are important. They are the ones that stay and become an integral part of our lives in such a way that they can neither be replaced nor forgotten. They owe a part of our life, or at times our existence to them. For me, maybe I found them in the form of Roll number 1 and Roll number 2.
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Once the faculty was done with mesmerizing the class with his words full of wisdom and knowledge, he shouted “Attendance Please.” The class started concentrating on the most important part of the lecture.
Roll number 1
“Present Sir”, said a slow, chirpy voice which hardly reached the faculty’s ears.
Roll number 2
“Yes sir”, a rather loud & enthusiastic voice which woke up the students occupying the last rows.
Roll number 3
“Yes Sir” I replied in the simplest way clearing my throat a 100 times before uttering the two words.
The roll call continued but for the 3 of us it actually stopped.
To sit roll number wise was a rule in our college. Sitting together side by side it took 6 months for us to consider the existence of each other and give it a try to say “Hi!” to each other. Why so? No one knows. But maybe each one of us was so engrossed in life outside the classroom that none gave any attention to the ones sitting by their side.
Time passed, semester changed and the only thing we knew about the one sitting next to us was their name, and of course, the roll number.
But what we did not understand is that destiny is always destined. You never know how long it takes to talk to people and how long it takes to make them your closest ones.
None of us three can recall when we started to know each other, talk to each other and like each other. But yes the day when we started, we understood that the time of 10 to 4 pm belonged to each other.
As talks started and understanding grew, a bond was formed. Once when you start knowing people and giving time to them, you realise some harsh facts coming out in front of your eyes. I realized that they were not the average kind of girls. Both of them were odd, weird, dominating, sometimes harsh, sometimes cruel, one was loud and blunt and the other silent yet verbally abusive.
By the time the third trimester passed, our smiles for each other became true and honest. The class became more than interesting. Either it was by seeing with whom the other person was chatting with; or passing comments on different girl’s hair and looks of different guys; they made me listen to many things which were illogical for me. But as long as it was their company, logic was not needed. Making me aware of who looked the best and worst or who their crush was or on whom I should try, we did all talks.
On any argument or asking them to stop their stupid talks, I was always asked to leave my seat and go elsewhere. This was because they believed that I will come back to them with no better option. On days they even made me sit like a culprit on first bench even when I was comfortable on backbenches. Popping their eyes out and widening them was a warning signal for me, implying to join them instead of wandering here and there. They argued with me, fought and sometimes even got angry, which eventually was compensated with some chocolates (yes chocolates!).
They gifted me gossip too!
It was because of them that I could keep up with all that was going on in the college, the spice. With time, the talks shifted to personal lives, playing games in each other’s mobile, seeing their old pictures and hearing their own stories of life.
Today formalities do not exist and compatibility is all what we share. Roll number 1 and Roll number 2 eventually became an integral part of my life. With all those harassments and tortures they laid on me, I eventually got immune to it all. There company is something I am most comfortable in.
The 10-4 pm lectures are over. The campus life is on the verge of ending. Farewell is already given to us. The gates are waiting just for me to carry our bags and step out of this comfort zone of ours. But maybe I am not ready right now.
I have started to miss that dominance, that odd, weird behaviour, that love I shared with them. That laughter they brought to my face, that authority they laid on me which was allowed to no one else. Maybe I want all of that now. I again want that feeling of getting ignored by them on occasions, getting beaten by them. The days when they handled all group assignments without me contributing a bit. The days when they asked me to do all on my own; I want it all again. The empty first row and the corner 3 seats are bothering me. The support, the confidence those two roll numbers had on me is something I am craving for.
I miss them..
I am still under the influence and in the aura of those two thoughts. Difficult to define them, just have a part of my life which belongs to those two.
One, a typical Jammu girl, a chubby, odd but sweet-voiced girl who had logic to talk and lame jokes to laugh at with weird tongued facial expression. I will never miss her because she will never be forgotten and will always be the first one to text and argue on random things.
And second the loud voiced innocent heart kid with an everlasting smile on her face will always be the first one to think of and smile, in tough times.
2014001, 2014002 and 2014003. We have sealed a number to our identities and coincidentally it will be there for life.
The empty chairs will be occupied by new people. But the soul and memories, we 3 had will have a classroom of our own in our hearts, which will continue to mark our ‘present’ in each lecture of our lives.
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The Accidental Roommate
Roommate : College Memories : Blog
The Beginning
On a random evening, when the leaves on the pathway were yet to be swept, the campus was peaceful and serene, yet to be disturbed by human intervention of the coming batch, I reached here. On the gate, I was welcomed by the security guards and checked my name in the list of new students that was put near the gate.
The registration of students and allotment of their rooms was due for the next day, so they made some temporary arrangement for those who arrived early.“There is another guy who has come this morning, he is staying in room number A-6. Should we allow you the next room or are you willing to share the room with him?” asked the security guard. Being new to the campus and afraid of being alone, I chose the latter option.
We were allotted separate rooms the next day but hoped to convince our respective roommates to swap. Call it misfortune of my good fortune, my roommate was not keen to shift (I guess he was a strong believer of Vastu-Shastra). The guy I stayed with on the first night, wasn’t allotted any roommate. As soon as I came to know this, irrespective of the several emails from the college authorities asking us not to change our allotted rooms, I picked up my luggage and shifted to his room.It was 2014 then, and it is 2016 now, the decision which was then an option, became a choice for me. This choice resulted in lots of memories, times of joy, laughter, arguments, smiles, stories of travel and a journey full of mouth-watering food. It happened accidentally, but we remained roommates for these years.
The mid-way
He had a personality that was in contrast to mine. Calm, composed, having an aura of solace around him. We began as roommates and eventually became companions, friends for a lifetime! Our arguments were usually replaced by understanding. Perhaps, when two persons with opposite personalities meet, a phase of the war is expected. But not here, at least one had a sense of acceptance and nature to forget the grudges and move on. This logic is not restricted to couples. This holds true for the parent-child relationship, or even for a simple friendship. In our case, he was the one who knew when to drop the matter and avoid further arguments.Though he was younger to me, I learnt several things from him. Whether it was his calmness, his profound understanding of things, or the time he dedicated to eating he did everything with ease, peace and patience. Sometimes I noticed that even after having such a laidback attitude, he enjoyed his life, whereas others panicked and ran around like madmen to complete their stuff.
The mid-way continued…
The first year passed, and without a second thought, we chose to be together in the second year as well. By this time we rarely needed words to express our feelings. Many times our silence was the answer, or laughter explained everything. To some extent our choices complemented. Whether it was having food at a particular joint or running back to our homes in whatever free time we could find, or keeping the room dark with fewer lights, we rarely debated or argued on it. It was understood what the other wanted or is comfortable with.
As the season of placements dawned upon us, we too ran the race. He got placed in a very reputed telecom company. Today, after two months of his selection, a mail from his recruiter came. They have given him a joining date from the next week. We were aware of this, but just the thought of him leaving in such a short time sent shivers down my body.
Relationships are described by a set of standard words and so is hatred. But in the midst of these extremes, what we tend to forget are those small, tiny, peaceful relations which we make in a short time and which stay with us for a lifetime.The Closing
My mornings for the next month won’t be the same again. The dependency on him for many things. Starting with making my laptop work, or waking me up early will all be shifted to my shoulders. I doubt that anyone else would be as concerned for my interview rejections as he was. I doubt that anyone makes insult me so much with the intention to work harder for my next interview. Maybe there will be no one in my room during exams to scold me and abuse me for not studying. The obsession that I have with my phone will irritate no one now. No one will ask me to “restrain from using the phone for a day” on his birthday as a gift.
I don’t feel like expressing my affection for my accidental roommate anymore. Maybe just a smile or a laugh while he goes will make him understand how I feel deep inside. But one thing is for sure; that the life we lived in the college campus will reside in our memories forever.
Good Luck Brother!Roommate : College Memories : Blog
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