Skip to main content


Image source:

It is dawn. Once again the same old life. Can anything be better than this?With a deep sigh, Chetan, rolled on his bed once again. From where he lay, he looked out to the window. What was pitch black a few hours ago, turned a little reddish. Dawn was setting in. Brilliant streaks if light spread across the sky like the shooting stars. Nothing made sense to him. For all he knew, he has to get up and go for his cleaning duties at the railway station. 
No wonder, he did not like his job. 

“If only I had a better job…”, he sighed once again. Looking at his bleak one room house, which he had rented for his family, he still wondered how good it might be if only he could do better at things. The pay was good, or just enough! What was still missing?? 

As usual, he reported at his duties, got on the trains, looking for any kind of crap, he could clean for the day. A black demon like plastic bag, hung heavily in his hands, while he unwillingly looked for any waste lying here and there. 

One particular lady called him from behind. 
“Bhaiyya! Take this too..”  

She handed him over, some plastic box, all empty. He threw it in the bag and walked on. Another voice called him over. He held out his bag while she bustled along in her seat, trying to get all she could to hand it out to him. He moved on..when he heard her say something to him. Something, he stopped expecting since he joined this job. For a while, he couldnot believe what he heard was actually true.

 He stopped.

“Thank you Bhaiyya! “, she repeated as she smiled at him. He froze. 
“Is  this actually true? Did someone actually say thank you to me??” He wondered. People never thanked him for doing this job. In the past 6 years or so, no one actually ever said anything to him. They termed as a cleaner. It seemed far more respectable to him rather than being called a “kachrawala”. No one actually bothered about him. Why would anyone? After all, he is just a cleaner of a railway train. Why would anyone bother if at all?

But, today something happened. Someone changed his perspective forever. He felt special. He felt disappointed too. It was the first time someone thanked him. It might be the last too. 

“O Bhai, come here!”, screamed another voice. He walked on, reminiscing about the best thing that had happened in his life. Someone thanked him. His heart felt light. He was happy.

“May be no one ever will thank me. Doesn’t matter, though. I got the best thank you of my life. Can things be ever better”

Popular posts from this blog


The latest fashion and lifestyle trends have set invriably high beauty standards for people all over the world. In the daily hustle and bustle of our lives, what we most often forget to care about is our skin. If at all, we actually care about it, we simply moisturize it and leave it! But, is that enough? Do you really think that a simple moisturizer will do the trick and give you the perfectly glowing and beautiful skin you have seen on the professional models?
I know, you are now puzzled about it right now! A lot of questions are going on in your mind. The most important of them all - what can I actually do to get this mistake right? Worry not; I am here to help you out!  It is not at all fair that you be deprived of your youthful beauty just because you are involved in a lot of work. You have all rights to look beautiful and here is how you can do it!

1)Drink lots of water

Disappointed, aren’t you?  I know you were expecting some beauty creams and all, but trust me, no beauty cream in…


Image source: www.bigdays.inBased on true story...20th August, 2010Like every morning, Maa woke me up in the morning and from last few months same line from maa side, "How did they make you the Sports Captain of the School? You don't even wake up by yourself."
And my usual reply, "Maa, just 5 more minutes.", and by these friendly 5 minutes, I let the big hand of the clock, rotate 180°.

Ooopss! I forgot to introduce myself.
I, Manik Mishra, studying in Class 12th Science, Sports Captain, Kendriya Vidyalaya, Satna (MP, India).
Since last few days I was bit angry on the administration, as they were not allowing the senior students (Class 12th) to participate in Sports Cluster Meet (Damn new rule of the KV Sangathan!). 

This news was more depressing because, for the very first time, our school basketball team was allowed by our principal to participate in Sports meet and the training responsibility was given to me and my best buddy Junaid Mustafa. We trained our school …



I am running in the darkness at night where leaves were hitting my face, birds were chirping, moon is hiding behind the dark clouds. I knew something terrible is chasing me from behind. I don't want to turn around  and see what it is. I kept on running. Suddenly, I heard a voice calling my name. After 5min I heard the same voice calling my name again, this time it was louder. After a few minutes the pitch of the voice increased and I was more scared. Now, it's both, I'm been chased by a voice and some creature. The voice came close to me and whispered, "wake up my son, it's your convocation today." What? Convocation? I then, got a immediate slap on my butt and the voice shouted at me, to wake up. It's my mother and I've been dreaming 😁

I got ready in an hour and reached my college by 10am. I can see lots of people who came for the convocation, lots of gangs too. Yes, in college a person without a messy gang is a scenario you don…