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Sunain Singh Banga
Tuesday, 08 January 2019 / Published in Me, The Writer's Page

I haven’t met you in a while, I haven’t heard from you in a while, I haven’t had a glimpse of you in a while, and right now I’m just afraid that you have ceased to exist.

I don’t have a way to contact you and I just wish it was as simple as just picking up the phone and talking to you like it used to be. Just picking up the phone listen to you through the night and you keeping me up until 4 just because you are afraid of the under-bed monsters.

Those dark circles, that wry smile, and the tears, I wish they have gone by now and if you are not doing great, I just wish you are okay with where you are right now.

I’m not okay with not meeting you, I’m not okay with not being close to you like we used to be, and I’m not okay if you don’t come to meet me, just to cry, maybe? But besides that, I’m doing great I’m the best that I’ve been in years and guess what? Well, I’ll tell you when I finally meet you.

Just get in touch okay? Text, comment, DM, call, whatever you do, I’m okay with it, just let me know that you are okay.

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Murder

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Sunain Singh Banga
Saturday, 05 January 2019 / Published in Me, The Writer's Page

Stabbed to death.

A few years back, I thought of running, and I knew where I was going and I was about to start running but I realized I did not know how to run. So, I walked back in learned how to run and then I took a few steps and was exhausted, what? So, I walked back in, I knew it was a long run, and studied about I need the stamina to run, so I need to build that first.

It has been a few hours since, I’ve been trying to build up my stamina and now that I walked back out, I saw my goal only further away. I won’t make it with what stamina I have, I know. I didn’t try, but I just know. The real missions are anyways always tougher than the sandbox, now aren’t they?

So I walked back in, built a little more stamina and then saw my goal again, it was further away. So, I just know I won’t make it, so was there even a point in trying? No right? So, I just walked back in and practiced a little more and this continued endlessly.

Tired, frustrate, irritated, hopeless, I walked back in. It was evening anyway, I cannot run now. I knew I was not going to make it to my goal, so I called my dream from under the bed, that I had in the morning. Walked into the kitchen with it and STABBED it.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice

Until I lost the count.

I stabbed and stabbed it until I saw no movements, no resistance, no breaths. It was dead. What’s the point of keeping liars around anyway?

Pointless?

Isn’t this something we do with our lives? We have dreams and goals and ambitions, you want to start a company, you want to be a pilot, a blogger, a novelist maybe? But you just know that you cannot run a company or you cannot pen down a few thousand words.

Did you even try? Try writing the first chapter, the first page or just the first paragraph. Write it down. Just get your startup idea penned down, at least move the bricks around if you can’t make an igloo.

We dream and we go and sit back where we were. We read about things we want to do, learn from people around us , and then we take a step towards it and see, oh there are too many startups now, there are many websites now I won’t make it. There are too many words I don’t know the meaning too.

Then when you finally have prepared again, and now you think you could make a run next time, you are too old. You are already in your late 40s and you have responsibilities, you cannot leave your job or do double shifts. So, you’ll do it a few years later when you don’t have responsibilities anymore.

Well, just murder the thought already. That thought lies! Doesn’t deserve to live anyway.

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I’m The Flash

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Sunain Singh Banga
Friday, 04 January 2019 / Published in Me, The Writer's Page

Do you believe in superheroes?

Like any kind of superheroes? The ones you see in movies, or the ones you saw as a child on the TV, or the ones you go to see every once in a while in churches and temples, or just the idea that someone is looking up on you and that everything is going to be fine?

Well, you do or you don’t, the superheroes don’t really care.

Have you ever thought why anything bad happens when everything is going to be fine in the end and there are superheroes protecting you all the time? Well, it was a lie.

Nothing bad happens because you were punished or it was some super spirit teaching you a lesson. Something bad happens because you were at the wrong place at the wrong time or you just made a stupid mistake and then you paid for it, or you paid for someone else’s mistake.

Believing that it happened because it was in your destiny or someone planned it, is aligned with the human nature of putting the blame on someone else, avoiding the guilt. Well, that’s not how it really works. There is no one looking down at you. If you do that only to get motivation and hope, you are cool, expect no miracles. The world is not a wish-granting factory. Surprise.

Nothing is true.

We need to realize that we are the only ones responsible for what happens with us, to us and because of us. We are the architects of our own actions and we are our own superheroes.

Start working today, start believing in your own self, learn from the past, learn from people, and work towards the future and work towards who you want to be.

Why am I the Flash?

Well, I finish all my articles even before anyone reads them. I’m the fastest man on this website. *dabs*

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Materialistic

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Sunain Singh Banga
Thursday, 03 January 2019 / Published in Me, The Writer's Page

No one is going to come to your funeral and say,

“This man, he had a great couch!”

Seriously, no one is going to come and do that. All they are going to say is the how good a person you were. The better you were the longer their speeches would be. And you are not worth the effort, all they are going to say is, “There isn’t much to say, everyone knows the person he was.”

Not everyone in your friend list is going to come to your funeral. You don’t have a lot of friends, you know a lot of people. People who need you and you need them to exist sanely in this insane world. Believing you have a million followers and you have turned your life around, then just think, with how many of them can you speak your heart out? None, I believe.

And the people that count, people that are going to speak at your funeral, let’s try to make their speeches longer and let them talk their hearts out, one last time, and let them say things that they couldn’t when you were there. Fighting with the people around you, loud yelling, shouting over petty things, backfiring, unfinished arguments, are somethings that you don’t want to leave behind.

Answering back every time is not always right, sometimes not responding is the best response. Life is about the memories you make and about the people you’ve sat with overnight and talked about your deepest fears with.

Your life is not the things you collected over the years, nor it is the people you’ve met once and never seen their faces again.

So don’t make your life about it.

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Stone Sculptures

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Sunain Singh Banga
Wednesday, 02 January 2019 / Published in Me, The Writer's Page

Stone Sculptures.

Statues, deities, Gods and Goddesses, art, museum, legends, kings, knights, rulers, saints, VIPs, you, me.

You? Me?

Yes.

The world lives in a Fastlane, there is no stopping, there is no slowing down, there are no breaks and there are no exits on the Fastlane. Everyone is just running as fast as they could trying to reach somewhere before the day runs out, before the gas in the car runs out.

And in the run we have made ourselves so overwhelmed with work and have made it a habit to turn a deaf ear to someone who needs help, to someone who is calling for you, to someone who wants you to slow down or is slowing you down, or to someone who wants you to exit the Fastlane.

We have been so involved in running and making ourselves sturdy for the run, that even though we have no awards, there are no stone sculptures of you and me, we are the stone sculptures, you, me. So, it does seem to fit in the list now, doesn’t it?

We are heartbroken, we are depressed, we fake smiles, and still stay strong like the stone sculptures we are. And we have all been running the rat race on the Fastlane for years now, and none of us have actually ever won. Not first, not second, not third, we are just running. What’s your position? I’m in the race, somewhere, somewhere in the middle.

And what are we running for when there doesn’t seem to be a finish line? When no one is winning, everyone is just somewhere in the middle? A few steps ahead today and a few back tomorrow. Why do we in the run every single day, like a prisoner set free and still seem to be imprisoned by the run?

What are we running for? Freedom or bondage? Are we running to make a day or are we running from the day? Why are we confused even though the paths seem to be clear to each one of us?

What do we really want? What does the stone really seek? Freedom from everything and running wide into the openness of the universe. Or having someone to take care of you, someone you can rely on, someone you can come back to at the end of the day.

Nothing like Freedom,
Nothing like running back into your Lover’s Arms.

The stone fears answers, because the stone doesn’t know why does it even run, and the day it comes to know, the run would lose it’s worth and so would the stone’s life.

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Talk to Yourself

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Sunain Singh Banga
Saturday, 29 December 2018 / Published in Me, The Writer's Page

We don’t always keep moving ahead, we don’t always have everything planned months and years ahead. Sometime, somewhere, you are going to get stuck.

The problem, however, huge it might seem at the moment, it could have a really small solution or it could be something so big that you are going to be second-guessing yourself.

It might something as little as changing the color of your advertisement banner that drives in more people to your restaurant or it might be as big as showing the door to your chief chef or changing your decade-old cheese supplier, probably only to find a better one. For change does not always cause a problem, at least never as much as we think it would, for most of the part, it is for the better.

But knowing what to change, or rather just knowing that you need to change is not quite evident and knowing someone who would tell you exactly what you need to do is nothing less than a miracle.

But what would you do when you don’t know what you are supposed to do and don’t know where you are headed next.

Well sometimes, when you need advice, talk to yourself. For sometimes, the best advice you get, is from yourself.

Only you are responsible for what happens in your life. So, you could be the one that changes your life, by just doing something that you always felt you should. So just go ahead, and talk to yourself.

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Greener Grass on The Internet

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Sunain Singh Banga
Wednesday, 26 December 2018 / Published in Me, The Writer's Page

He looks so good, she is so cool, he has such a nice group of friends, he just keeps traveling around the globe, she is always partying, she is a model.

He is rich, has a villa, has a loving girlfriend, his life is sorted.

She cleared her finals, she has a nice job, a loving fiance, her life is sorted.

We all stalk people through social media and assume that is their life. That is how they live and that they have everything they post photos of. We see their constant happy uploads making us jealous and want to hate our lives.

What we fail to understand is that social media is just a fraction of what the life of people really is. A lot happens in the 24-hour day, and it cannot be said over a 10-second long video. People pull their cameras out only in the happy moments thinking about capturing it forever and look away from regrets and sorrow thinking they will actually forget it.

But is it really how it works? Do you really capture a baby’s first step in your camera, or in your mind and smiles that you will remember forever? Or do you pull out your camera when you learn to swim? Or do you learn and then pedal away into the oblivion not thinking about what is going to happen next.

Are happy moments actually captured in a video or are they captured in the memories forever? Do you see through a lens and then see it everytime you wish to? Or do you remember and relive a moment that will never come again?

The grass always seems to be greener on social media and in the chase of the greener grass, we forget to sow the real seeds in our lawn.

We get one life, so let’s spend 15 hours a day on social media trying to get accepted by strangers we don’t even care about, or maybe, just maybe, not.

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You are Perfect

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Sunain Singh Banga
Tuesday, 25 December 2018 / Published in Me, The Writer's Page

You are skinny, you are fat, you are tall, you are short, you are ugly, you don’t dress well, you have slender fingers or you have fat toes.

Whatever it is you are hiding, whatever is your deepest secret, stop fearing it and start celebrating who you are, because you are… Perfect.

All the norms, all the welcomes, all the good and all the bad are just scripted by the people who are afraid that the world won’t accept them for they are not as good as you are, for they are afraid that they are not perfect.

We have been chasing these “goods” and trying to be “good enough” and get “accepted”. All of us, have lost ourselves trying to be good enough and getting accepted by the people we don’t belong to. We have been trying to chase the dreams that are not ours, but the ones people told us to dream. Do you even remember who you were before the society told you who you are?

Were you an engineer? Or are you one now? Were you going to be a pilot and soar the sky, or be an astronaut and escape the earth? Do you still wish to leave the planet? Or are you happy making transaction entries? Who are you? And what were you? What were you going to be?

We have chased things we don’t want and we only seem to regret not getting them, instead of regretting the idea of chasing it, because you never wanted it. So whoever you are now, whatever you have and whatever you don’t have, don’t let people tell you who you are.

Don’t regret losing a battle, don’t whimper upon a defeat, because you are not meant to be someone, you are meant to be perfect, you are meant to be… you.

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Quire

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Sunain Singh Banga
Friday, 17 August 2018 / Published in Me, The Writer's Page

What will you write and what will you hold back on a few sheets of paper, two dozen sheets of paper, on a quire.

Will you write about the event of your recent past? About the girl, you met after four years of being away. It was a just a little glimpse but it forced a burning sensation through your chest, a pain you felt a few years back and it remained, until she looked at your from the corner of her eye and smiled? Or will you write about the time when everything was fine between the two of you and the magical wonders you had built for yourselves? The ones you wished you saw together, the one you wish you will see together.

Or will you write about the treasures you have hidden in the past? Or the ones you believe are in the future? Will you write about the deeds undone but planned for a few days, months or years ahead? Or will you write about the deeds you have done but were never medalled, never forgiven?

About your whole life in bullets and pointers, squeezing it as short as you can just to fit it all in a quire? Or will you write about the one moment you treasure from cover to cover? Everything that happened on that one particular day, or week, or trip in details that will make you visit the past all over again everytime you read it?

And who reads your quire? Everyone in the world knows your little happy-sob story, about the moments you treasure the most. Or will you take it to the grave with you, like a secret kept for years and something that dies with you?

What will your quire hold? When you know, “Everything you touch, will die slowly”.

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What is Forgivable?

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Sunain Singh Banga
Friday, 13 July 2018 / Published in Me, The Writer's Page

Love, Lust, Acquataince, Admiration.

Friends, Family, Foes, Backstabbers.

The question is, who would you forgive and never look back at? The one who has been sinning for years and has always been the one who bought trouble in your life. Or the one you trusted with every last piece of your soul but they broke you down like a glass?

The one who runs at you with a knife held up high and stabs it through your ribs as soon as they can reach their arms out to you, or the one who had been walking with you all along with a knife in their pocket and waiting for the movement to stab it in your back?

Someone who broke your pencil but had all the intention to break it to pieces or someone who bought your whole company down but had no intention do to it.

Everything is forgivable? Probably, not always, probably not for someone, probably not for someone who begs for it, or probably it is not forgivable ‘now’?

Everything settles down with time, the emotion never remains too strong, the misunderstandings die out, you realize life is too short for hatred and sometimes you just understand being indifferent will be a lot easier than keeping up the hate, probably removing the burden of hate might make your life easier and it is just too much energy wasted on someone.

You eventually forgive, you eventually talk but the knot in the thread always remains.

So, probably everything is forgivable, but not forgettable?

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