Story #17: Take Care Of Your Passports, Kids! (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

I guess it happened 4 years back when I had gone to Hong Kong and Macau for my vacations. This was my first foreign trip. So, that gets me to the theme of this writing- Value and Importance of our Passports.

As you might have guessed, I had lost my passports. We were at the ferry port and there, I had unknowingly left the bag which had our passports. We went into the shuttle and a few hours later realized that our passports had been misplaced. My parents got furious and tensed. They went back to the port area and searched at every corner possible. My mom told me that she had even put her hands in the bushes and the bins in order to find the passports.

Later, after viewing the CCTV footage from different angles they found that a street beggar had taken away our bag which contained some gadgets, food items and most importantly our passports. Then tracing his way home, they went to his so called jhopda (hut) which even had an LCD in it.

But, before anyone reading this makes assumptions, I must tell you that the beggar had no wrong intentions and that he had taken our bag so that it wouldn’t get misplaced. So yes, we then took a sigh of relief. And I understood how much important passports are especially when we are in some other country.


Along with the lesson that you must take care of your passports, I think I’d like to draw another lesson from this as well: the inherent goodness of people. The ‘stolen’ bag had everything: gadgets, food, things that an ordinary person wouldn’t be willing to return without any one to claim them. I don’t know if he did it because he was sincere, or if he just said he was taking care of it because he’d been busted; and I don’t really care. All I know is that I will choose to believe the former assumption. 

Somewhere, we all have a person within us who is striving to be good, and do good, no matter what his circumstance or what he gets in return. Selflessness is what its called. 

-:-

(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at ratti.priya5@gmail.com.)

Story #16: Woman Of Her Words (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

I have always been the type that believes – how hard is it to keep you words? I mean, you said it, so now value your words or who else will? But I think, the other type, supposedly those, who in the heat of the moment do as their heart guides, are the happier ones. Not that I’m saying that it is too difficult to keep your words, always. But these days, I see no wrong in not being able to do what you said, you will. I believe that the first group isn’t as liberated as the second and sometimes, we make ourselves a slave to our self imposed restrictions, even when the intention or emotion behind the words decreases in value.
 
I have lately stepped into the category of second type of people where my actions are not as well explainable as they were before. However I, as a person I am a lot more happier than what I was before. I have surrendered to the truth that we are all mere puppets in the spell of our emotions.
The realization to how I have been evolving as a person has been here, all this time. But it recently popped up when I read this- “Bitch, if you want to rant about how that asshole of yours betrayed you this time, then grab a diary before we judge you for getting along, again for a 100th time.”
1. How does that make her a bitch ?
2. Why would a person talking about her life bother you, regardless of whether or not she is going to so as she says? Why can’t we ever be a listening ear to people, without judging them in any way?
3. If she chose to get along, again, isn’t it again totally her choice ?
 
Also, I am still not as liberated of my past to say that she may get along with him, once again because whatever he did is a thing of past. Also, I am also not as headstrong to decide, once and for all that I love him and it is just fine if I keep going back to him.
This whole thing is to say that I need him and this is what my heart guides me to do right now.
I’m trying to keep my principled self at bay and I look forward to change from being a woman of her words, completely, with all intents.

Our words are somewhere our reflections, I feel. But sometimes we all say things that we don’t mean, and mean things we aren’t able to say. Being someone who loves to write, I feel words empower me. But like the instance described here, words can be used negatively too: in judgement, in jealousy, and in hatred. 

It’s a choice, really. Sticking by your words, or living as freely as a stream of thought: without any promises to bind one’s actions, with room to go haywire. Both have their pros and cons, I feel. Some people treat the promise of word as gospel, and it enhances the mutual feeling of trust between people. The other side, however, allows as much freedom as the other one doesn’t. It lets you do whatever you want, without feeling bound to anything or anyone.
So it all boils down to choice, really; choose yours well.
-:-
(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at ratti.priya5@gmail.com.)

Story #15: Whatever Happens, Happens For A Reason! (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

I always used to believe in the idea of love. Love was perfect for me, always. But, you know! Nothing in this world is perfect. Disadvantage comes along with advantage.
People really take you for granted when you agree to everything they say. You should always have your stand. Never let a person dominate you. Each and every person has  self respect; an identity. Do not bow down when its not your fault. Never break your friendships because of this relationship idea. Because, I have learned that people come & go. But friends stay. They really stay.

Throughout these years. I have learnt one very important thing.

You get life once. Just once! Don’t waste it. You should handle your life yourself & not let anyone else handle it. Introspect. Look after what you neeed. And, one more thing. There were so many hurdles. I was such a weak person but maybe after all these things that have happened in my life! I am a much stronger person now. I can stand for myself. And, I can now speak & fight for myself.

I will always thank god. Truly.
Whatever happens, happens for a reason!


More than a story, this entry contains lessons so many positive lessons that each one of us need to know:
Fall in love, but embrace its flaws;
hold onto your best friends;
let your downfalls strengthen you and
live every moment.

Learn that everything happens for a reason in our lives. The good and the bad, too. No matter how the experience affects us in kind, its always a lesson, a learning in disguise. We just have to look for it.

-:-

(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at ratti.priya5@gmail.com.)

Story #14: Lies, Drugs & Emotional Breakdowns (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

Honestly, somehow I always tend to tell people more about my exploits more than I write about things that actually matter. Because I have a problem with wanting people to like me. I used to be a compulsive liar. I actually lied about anything and everything one could lie about. After I entered my college hostel I made up stories so that people would think I was interesting. Obviously I ended up being friends with the most pretentious people of them all.

In the next months that followed and I ended up leaving the hostel and living in a flat with my seniors. There, i learned two things:
1) no one cares if you lie to them or not;
2) even if someone actually does care about it, they won’t stay long if you do.

A month after that I ended up with no friends and used to get high or drunk out of boredom. Soon it became an escape. I decided to go for counselling but couldn’t tell my parents about it and hence, couldn’t afford it. During this time I fell for someone and she was exactly like me with all the lies and the attention seeking. When it ended, the whole fiasco of drugs and lies and what not, I experienced two months of emotional meltdowns. I remember one day I started crying because I wanted to have ice cream but I didn’t want to go out of my house. I won’t say I don’t lie anymore. I do, but I try not to hurt anyone by doing so. And honestly, I am very proud how far I have come.


Our life is a journey through the course of which we encounter many things that appear to us as permanent, when in fact they aren’t. Our sorrows, problems and happiness too- everything is transient. We experience, learn and grow, ultimately to realise that we’re all on journeys with unknown destinations. We all get lost along the way. Sometimes, we want to stop, maybe take a break too. 

But the journey remains. Life goes on. Inspite of the circumstance, inspite of how we feel.  So why don’t we take control of our situation, have our negative experiences contribute to our growth?

Because life goes on, and I hope yours is going well. 

-:-

(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at ratti.priya5@gmail.com.)

Story #13: A Contemplated Love Letter (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

There are a really few, probably only one or two, people who enter your life to make it a heaven for you. Once you know them, hold them firmly and never let them go.

I have only one.

The one man who is more than a lover to me. He’s not somebody you come across daily. A man with a heart that pumps for others. I, like everybody else have many friends. But he’s the only one who lets me vent out all that’s inside me without the apprehension of being judged. He’s much like me, in the way that he understands that there is space and need for every emotion. Being the heads of the school council, both of us kept their heads engrossed and bodies at work all the time. No matter how small a task, he was considerate enough to do it without giving it a thought. The man who helped me be composed through all the odds. My weirdo.

I don’t regret the former year, because we know deep down in our hearts we were never apart. Now, when we are back even better than before we value our experience that brought us even closer. All the teachers and classmates used to doubt our relation, there were rumors in the air.  We enjoyed their suspicion and mocked them as we had the clarity of what it was. No name can explicate our relationship.

All I know is, I will hold onto him close to me forever and ever. Not just in words, he actually overlooked all my mistakes and embraced me like nobody else. The reason, for my smile without a reason.

Here’s something for him: you give me the feeling of having someone who listen to me, understands me, supports me; meet me, hug me, look at me and smile back at me, tears in your eyes and tears in mine; still trying to hide with a smile that says, “look, I know what you are going through and so am I but we can’t cry it out right now; we’ll let it out all someday, somewhere alone.”
From me,
To the man who always stood by me,
he’s no less than a celebration!

Waiting for the ‘one day’, where we just sit together in soulful silence…


All our lives we search for someone who understands us, and someone we can confide in. Someone we can unlock our hearts in front of, and know that they will still hold us close, in spite of knowing all our flaws.

I think this is what this letter was about.

For someone who’s a confidant, and a constant in this person’s life in the garb of a best friend. Maybe, even a little more than that.

I’m hope that the message reaches whoever it was written for.

-:-

(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at ratti.priya5@gmail.com.)

Story #12: I’m Not Real (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

I’m Not Real
 preee
They say that psychologically it takes 3-4 months to know a person.
But I believe that you know people
The very first time you meet them.
 p
The kind of words they choose
After all those permutations and combinations of all the 26 letters of the English language.
The kind of look they give you,
Despite of being unable to maintain an eye contact for more than 5 seconds.
The way in which they sit a bit aloof
Just to maintain “the space”
Without risking the fact that you might just know everything about them.
 p
People say that eyes don’t lie,
I believe it’s a lie
Because the only thing in human body that doesn’t lie
Is this patch of terribly tiny mountains on your flesh.
 p
But according to behaviourists,
Children observe and learn.
So when I was a child, I learned that truth is never rewarded.
That human beings have multiple layers of flesh
To hide away their goosebumps.
 p
So you know,
I became black-listed.
For people who too often searched for compliments.
For those whom I told they weren’t in love with me
That love isn’t a feeling that can be summed up in 3 words.
That the color of love is translucent and not red.
So that we could see each other
Destroying one another.
 p
On the days I’m myself
I climb stairs of sophistication.
And stumble and fall down
Whenever I have someone to hold onto.
 p
You see,
My hands do not quiver the moment I start reciting my poems.
Because I know I’m pretentious
And they are all broken pieces of different stories
Joined together.
And in their gaps,
I hide myself.
 p
That artists are nothing but clowns in disguise.
We paint our face white
With peace, paradoxical to the cyclones we could never survive.
We apply an extra layer of red lipstick to our smiles
So that we get an extra syrup of attention
Over the icecreams we binge eat out of loneliness.
Because you know,
Deserts have been my first love,
And stayed.
 p
And I just giggle about the way
People change the topics
As if they are standing at the sea shore
And I’m the tide.
 p
They say that phobia is an irrational fear of something
And that it’s ok for me to cry in public.
But whenever I try,
My eyes get stoned.
The windows and doors of my house close down
As if there is an automatic alarm warning me of an intruder.
And I’m the biggest miser of them all,
For I cannot shed my possessions.
 p
And I solemnly admit that I’m not real.
I fake my Hello’s.
I fake that I’m contended when I’m just holes
Into which people pour love
And suck it whenever they find a better place to invest it in.
 p
I fake that I’m strong
When I have these tiny mountains growing bigger and conical
Underneath the layers of flesh
That are like the chihuahua barking over a terrorist.
 p
I fake that I’m a child in this body of a 20 year old
Tired of people trespassing the line of control
Saying that they are refugees
And my empathy is a shelter for them.
 p
I fake that I’m fake
Whenever I mistakenly behave as the truest version of myself.
So, agreed. I’m not real.
Just as you all aren’t!
p

When we talk about stories or anecdotes, we rarely contemplate them in poetic forms. But here is a version of someone’s reality, so unique and laid out in this beautiful verse. 

I can’t summarize or enlist my learning from this poem because I know each read has lead me on to a different interpretation, a different conclusion. But that’s what poems are. Open for interpretation.

So all I’ll say is this: how many of us are ‘real’ anymore? Every day, we’re going farther away from who we are. Tell me then, how do we learn to love, and be at peace with our real selves?

-:-

 
(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at ratti.priya5@gmail.com.)

Story #11: A Girl, Love & Heartbreak (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

I’ll share one of which changed me a lot and helped me in making me what I am today. So it involves a girl, love and heartbreak (the perfect blend right?).

So here it goes, I was in ninth standard, an immature boy craving for a girl’s attention. I hope everyone can relate to the fact that at that age you don’t know what you are doing; you just do it, not thinking about the consequences. So I had joined a summer workshop and I met a girl there. A very sweet, simple and happy go lucky one. I had no inclination of dating her or anything like that. Moreover, I didn’t even talk with her for the first fifteen days of the month long workshop. But you never know what life has in store for you, right? So suddenly we became friends after an activity we did together. It’s magical when you feel the sudden connection between you and some people, I guess it was that. As you can guess, I fell in love with her: her innocence, her nature and her attitude. Let me make myself clear that I was still 14, so it was all genuine emotions for her. I had always been the guy who falls in love easily and ends up being friend-zoned or eventually face heartbreak and since I was a kid I still didn’t know that I was about to repeat my mistake.

However, this mistake changed me. So I fell in love with her, a pure one sided love, ready to take a bullet kind of love. We would spend hours together, talk a lot, laugh together and you know I was having the time of my life. Deep inside I knew she was the one, she had to be; I mean she was everything I ever asked for. So the day came when our workshop was about to end and I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. So I proposed to her, even though I knew she didn’t feel the same for me yet I still did it. She blushed and ran away and didn’t say anything. I was still very happy because according to me I had found the love of my life. She told me later that our friendship was more important than the relationship will ever be and that we should be friends only for that point of time.

Yes I was friend-zoned but unfortunately I didn’t even know the meaning of that term then. So I foolishly agreed. After our workshop ended we talked on phone for hours, literally hours. I was still very happy and on cloud 9, although she knew that I was mad about her she would always find a way to ignore the topic of our relationship. This continued for about 3-4 months. The friendship became so strong that I knew her Facebook password and even got engaged in a fight for her. You know, the movie stuff.

One day she called up and started crying over the phone. It took me around five minutes to make her stop crying and after she was a little bit composed I asked her what was wrong. She answered that her boyfriend had broken up with her. Yes you read it right, she was in a relationship all that time. Don’t sympathize for me right now wait till you read till the end.

It took me some time to get over the fact that she had a boyfriend, but yet I put aside my emotions and helped her overcome her agony. I was so deeply in love with her that I was blind to see that I would never be hers. So I used to call her up 3-4 times a day, advice her to focus on studies, I made her laugh somewhat I distracted her from her emotional state just hoping to keep her smiling.

Eventually, she overcame from her breakup. And then again one day she calls and says “Thank you for everything, I’ve my boards coming up so I’ll be giving my phone away for couple of months so I won’t be in touch.” (Yes she was a year older than me). She also added that “you are the best person one can come across and I will never find a friend like you.” With that she hung up and I was on cloud 9 because I thought that she finally was in love with me. So after her exams I was eagerly waiting for the phone call I’ve been waiting to hear for a long time now.

As you can guess I only kept on waiting, she never called. In fact, I had her mom’s, her residence number, everything was out of service. Her Facebook deactivated, I was devastated. It feels hard to describe that what I went through that time. However, I moved on.

One day after 6 months I receive a friend request and guess who it was? I found her online around 3 am in the night and the first thing I did was I wrote every abusive word you can imagine and sent her. She didn’t reply to me but just blocked me directly. Again, after 3 months she unblocked me and messaged me that I’d disappointed her and she never expected that I would say such things to her. I, realizing my mistake apologized to her and she forgave me. And you know what was the first thing I asked her? I asked her if she was in relationship; and she said that yes, she was, from the past nine months.

I realized one thing that day: never give someone the love they don’t deserve. You might think that I would say ill of her to everyone but no, in fact, I would like to say thank you to her. Thank you, you opened my eyes, you made me more mature and yes you made me what I am today and I can say that I am proud of myself.

And yes, I never talked to her again after that.


The sincerity with which this person dedicated themselves to the one they then loved isn’t something everyone is capable of. It is so easy for things like hatred and jealousy to take over us. I don’t see how I could’ve taken something this positive from an experience like that, like this person has.

Rumi said that  “You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.” So maybe, we all need to learn how to break, and endure our portion of pain. Maybe, painful experiences help us grow. Maybe, some people come into our lives to give us a lesson, to bring us a change that we couldn’t have undergone ourselves. 

-:-

(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns. If you’re interested, you can send me your story at ratti.priya5@gmail.com.)