Thursday, 18 April 2019

Swipe Left. Swipe Right. Here’s a ‘Tinder’ for your Bucket List Ideas?



Hooking up with a soulmate is now getting easier. I don’t know about the soulmate thing, but the process is EASY PEASY! 

Somewhere in the corner, you must have heard the cries, isn’t it? Maybe, it should be the sanskaari matrimonial sites. Coughs! 

On a lighter note, that’s how technological disruption looks like. Tinder entered at the right time and cast its spell on the dating stereotypes. They won. The stereotypes lost.




Now that finding the right one has become possible with a ‘swipe’, how does it sound to have an app that would take you a step closer to more like-minded people? 

Tada. This time, not a dating app. Not another tinder. 

Here comes Woovly! A Bucket List Platform. An app that helps you to add, talk, share and accomplish your Bucket List ideas with people like you across the globe. 




You might love to travel, snorkel, date, skate, photograph, choreograph, lose weight, gain experiences, write, kite, dive, drive, anything and everything, it’s now thinkable, possible and doable with WOOVLY! 

Isn’t that amazing? 

If you have a list of crazy, adventurous, ballsy and unique things and don’t know where you’re heading, just go to Woovly. 

Even if you don’t have one, just go. Because, you might as well end up with a bunch of folks who for sure, love the exact things you like to do. 

Why Bucket List? 

Did you ever ask yourself? Why I need this car? Why I need this smartphone? Why I need this house? Why I need this job that would not bother about my passion? Why I need a bank balance that would perhaps only be helpful for my kids? 

Even if you tried asking, only a confused reaction would be the answer. It does, for most of them. But, when it’s about memories, it’s different. You tend to smile. You feel happy. 

You might have not travelled more, explored more, lived adventures, but still, you tend to smile with the smallest memories you’ve lived. 

That’s why you need a Bucket List. A list that would make you happy forever once accomplished. 

So, start mounting Your Bucket List, accomplish them, make more memories, start small and live it hard. Bohot Hard! 

If you need more gyaan than this, then head to Woovly. Because even I’ve got a list of things to do. I can’t keep talking amigos. 😊

  • Vishal Aryan Komara. 


Sunday, 10 March 2019

Short Story - Hi Mam, I heard you help criminals.

Note - This is purely a work of fiction.



It was an another Sunday for Maya Menon, a lawyer and an human rights activist from Kerala. She was ready to visit the remand home, her weekly ritual, which she had been following for the past two decades.

Just before starting her car, she receives a call from an unknown number. Maya normally disliked the habit of using a mobile phone. But she had to develop the habit for the sake of her only daughter, Joby.

Since she was already getting late to the remand home, Maya cuts the call and leaves to work. Soon after a while, she receives a message from the same number.

Maya had till date had solved around thousands of cases. She was well educated. She was the only woman from her family to have a masters from Harvard. Despite all the difficulties she had been through in her life, Maya never lost her grit.

But, that morning she was in for a test. A message from an unknown number was perhaps the worst thing that could happen to her life. Just like she fought for her clients, the message was precise to the point. It read, ‘Your Joby has been kidnapped and she is safe. Can we have a conversation over a cup of coffee? Also, I don’t think you should be taking the help of police at this point of time. I guess only a stupid would afford to take such risks. I repeat again, your daughter is in safe hands. Kindly follow the shared location. I guess, it shall take an hour’.

Maya was always a courageous woman. Most of her subordinates considered her as a ballsy activist. But, now she was literally down. She wanted a shoulder to rest. She desired some moral support. She wanted someone to console her. She just wanted someone to tell her that her daughter would soon come back home.

Without killing any time, she races to the location given by the abductor. Unlike the caller had mentioned, she took more than an hour to reach the place.

It was on the outskirts of the city. The place was isolated and there were no people around, but for a rusted tuk tuk which was perhaps owned by a debt-ridden guy.

‘Hello Miss Maya. You must’ve been looking for me. Aren’t you?’

So, you’re the guy who abducted my daughter, said a grieved Maya’.

She just wanted to see Joby. She wanted to see if her only girl was doing fine.

‘Yes mam, it was me who called you. It is me who kidnapped your beloved daughter. Just consider I don’t have a name. Now, can we take a walk to my place’, said the abductor with a devilish smile’.

‘I don’t know who you are. I haven’t seen you at all. As per my knowledge, I don’t think I’ve caused harm to anybody. Is my daughter safe? What’s your motive? What’s your demands? If it’s money, just quote your price, it shall reach your place in an hour. I’m an hard working woman and a single parent’.

Maya had never been this submissive in her life. Had it not been for her daughter, she would’ve taken the guy to a task by now. Thanks to her self-defence classes.

‘It’s too sultry mam. I guess we must go to my place. Let’s talk over a cup of coffee. I shall surely answer all your questions’.

The helpless Maya had no choice but to accept his request. Soon after a silent walk, she reached the place.

‘Kindly do me a favour of switching off your phone mam. I don’t like anyone coming in between the three of us’.

Though she felt a bit hesitant initially, Maya turned her mobile off fearing he would cause harm to Joby.

The place was just fine. Apart from an apartment and a railway track, there was nothing that could help Maya and her daughter.’

‘Stop wasting your time. This place is isolated. It’s far from the city. The apartment you see is under construction and unfortunately, it's tagged as a haunted place. I guess I’m good at planning things, isn’t it mam?’

‘Look! I need my daughter. She is innocent. She is just 16 and she doesn’t deserve to die. Stop doing this to us. At least, tell me what’s in your mind? Why the hell are you doing this to us?’

‘Take a chill pill mam. Have this coffee. It’s fresh. I just made it a while back and I kept in a flask. I cook well too. We shall start talking after this. I promise’.

Maya could do nothing but to nod her head to every goddamn thing he said. She had the coffee as fast as she could and waited eagerly to see him speak.

‘I’ve finished it. Now tell me. Where is Joby?’, said a crying Maya.

Before she could complete the next sentence, Maya felt a bit giddy and soon after a couple of seconds, she was unconscious.

The floor was damp. The mild speed of the fan gave some relief to Maya as she regained consciousness. Before she could react further, Maya was tied up to a chair.

‘Are you a fucking psychopath? Ok! You can kill me. Do whatever you want. Just leave my daughter. She’s an innocent kid. Please...’, said Maya crying out loud and screaming for help.

‘Ssshhhh! Don’t be noisy. It shall not help. No one can hear you. We are too far. Anyway, I’ve brought you here for a reason. Before I start speaking, you should perhaps have a look at this mam’. Here it is.

Maya had never in her wildest dreams had imagined that she would face a day like this. The abductor had already killed her only daughter. She just realised that he brought her here to share the heart-wrenching news.

‘You rotten piece of shit’. Why did you kill my daughter? How could that little innocent girl could bring harm to you? You asshole! Do I deserve this?

‘Oh Oh Oh. Enough mam. If you dare to utter another word, I swear to god, I’m going to chop you down into pieces. I’ve brought you here to listen and answer a couple of questions. You are here just to pay attention and give me what I want. Period’.

‘So, I heard you help criminals mam. Isn’t that true?

I’m a human activist and a criminal lawyer by profession. I solve cases and help people’.

‘No mam’. That’s wrong. You might justify it differently. But you’ve got a massive reputation of fighting for Maoists, rapists and criminals. I sometimes wonder how can someone have a job description that’s all about showing pity to the accused’.

‘I’m here with my research mam. In the past two decades, you’ve solved many cases. Thanks to you, we have many criminals, juvenile rapists and Maoists roaming free today in broad daylight’. Thanks to your so-called humanitarian grounds’.

‘While you let these morons free, there are hundreds of people who want them dead. Though none of my family members has gone through such trauma, I decided to seek justice and teach people like you a lesson’.

‘But now, I’m feeling a bit different mam. After brutally killing your daughter, I fear the outcome of my actions. Maybe, I should’ve tried a simple way to convey my perspective’.

‘Anyway, I think I’ll be fine. You are there to save me, mam. I know you’ll definitely fight for me. I think you have an army of people who love showing pity towards the cynical and psychopathic murderers like me’.

‘I’d love to live mam. I have a dream. I always wanted to become a lawyer and bring a fresh narrative to the table. I fear I won’t be able to become one if I go to jail. Just look at the positive side of me, mam. I might have killed your daughter. I know that’s painful. But, what about me mam? Don’t I deserve a second chance like all those criminals who gained freedom through your hands? Come on, it’s your duty to save me’.

Maya finally realised what was his motive. She realised the blunders she committed all these years. But it was too late. Her daughter was dead and her clients are still free.

‘Look, whatever your name is, I’m sorry. Yes, I never saw things from a different perspective. I now realise after losing my daughter. I know this would haunt me forever. But, I’ll try my best to put those criminals behind the bars. It’s my promise’.

‘That’s an interesting transformation mam. It’s good to see that you’ve changed. Thanks to your daughter. She would be proud of you. I guess I shall release you now. You are now a new person. But, I shall be watching you mam and I hope you fight for the needy’.

‘AND yes, before you go, you can take your daughter along’.

All of a sudden, Maya got a shocker. Was that the best moment in her life? No one could deny that. Little did she know that the abductor had a positive side.

‘What are you saying? Is Joby alive? Tell me you didn’t kill her. Were you lying all the time?’

‘I’m not like those cold-blooded criminals who easily get acquitted from the hands of the law. I just wanted to make you understand about the atrocities you’ve done. Yes, you are a strong woman. You are highly educated. But, your version of the law was stupid. It never justified a good cause. You fought for the bad and left the good to suffer. Your daughter is doing good in the other room. I don’t think you would change your views after leaving this place. Joby is watching us. The photo I showed you was a staged one. I hope this sums up everything mam’.

Though Maya was finally relieved to see Joby, she was exposed completely in the eyes of her daughter. She never committed a crime. But if she continued her actions like before, she would definitely feel guilty. A feeling that would haunt her for long.

‘You can leave now mam. I’m sorry again to trouble you both. I just wanted to explain how wrong you were all these years. By the way, don’t you dare go near the apartment? I must have lied before about Joby, but that’s indeed a haunted place’.

‘How are you so sure about it? asked Joby in a curious tone.

‘That’s because I reside there!’

Written by Vishal Aryan Komara.

Saturday, 29 December 2018

National Anthem - Should you stand up or not?  - True Story! 







I recently hit the theatres to watch a movie. I guess the last time I watched a commercial potboiler with a tub of popcorn was 2 months ago. 

Anyway, I got the tickets, bought popcorn and took my seat. A couple of minutes later, a young foreigner took the next seat of mine. I had this surreal-like feel for a while. 

While the stereotypical Indian in me pondered ‘why’; the ‘thought-provoking me’ quoted ‘why not? 

I knew there were around 10 full minutes before the film could start rolling; so I mustered some courage to strike a conversation. 

Hi. I’m Vishal, where are you from? I asked with a lump in my throat. I could already sense some discomfort in his body language. 

But, he shut my doubts with a broad smile and said - Hello! I’m Miguel. I’m from Spain but settled in Bangalore. 

Since there was no room for more time, I pushed the conversation and came to know that - he was residing in the Silicon Valley of India for the past one decade. 

I asked him why? I know it was none of my business, but still, I gave it a shot. 

‘In a gifted city like Bangalore, you’ve got the chance to experiment multiple things. So, I freelance for an advertising agency, I do photography and I travel places’, he said. 

For a second, I gave a thought to myself. 

Maybe, I should decode this guy rather than watching a commercial potboiler. Before pushing myself to throw the next question, we were alerted to stand up for the ‘National Anthem’ 

I put up the popcorn aside to stand and to my astonishment, so did Miguel. But, I wasn’t game for that reaction from him. I knew he was a foreigner and I also knew it wasn’t a compulsive requirement for a guy from a distant country. Maybe, I was forced to think like that after seeing our own Indians debating over the issue. 

But, Miguel broke the stereotype in me for the second time and joined the patriotic chorus and guess what? He knew our anthem by heart. For a second, I thought, the anthem was latched onto his head. The moment we finished reciting the anthem, some guy from behind with an enthusiastic tone chanted - ‘Bharat Mata Ki Jai’.

This time, Miguel surprised everyone by chanting back a ‘Jai’ in a high pitch. 

Since there were few more ads to go, I quickly thanked him for showering respect on our country. 

I knew it might have sounded a bit cliche for few. But, Miguel sipping his coke quickly said - ‘You don’t have to thank me, buddy. As I mentioned before, I’ve travelled a lot, explored multiple places, met thousands of people and binged on crazy adventures. So, what’s wrong in giving your 2 minutes for a country that’s given so much to you in return?’

By now, I was not just shocked. I was inspired too. So, before the credits could start rolling, I just applauded him for having a broad mindset on things. So I just ended the conversation by saying - ‘I wish even a few people in India could follow your approach, Miguel’ 

‘You can’t force people to do things. Because they are too busy in following an ideology which ironically doesn’t give a shit about them and they’re also too ignorant in differentiating between politics and patriotism. While the former plays poison, the latter at times becomes an antidote. However, ironically speaking, why are these issues popping out only in the last 5 years? 

After listening to what he said, I just laughed my lungs out and replied ‘Welcome to India once again, Miguel’.

#CountryFirst

Written By Vishal Aryan Komara 

Saturday, 17 November 2018

POSTMAN




“Sir. Are you Mr Shankar?”

“Yes. I’m Shankar Narayan. Tell me. Is that a post or a courier?”

“I guess a post, sir. But you need to sign it.”

“Oh. Where’s Sundaram? He was the regular postman.” 

“Sorry, sir. Sundaram was one of the oldest postman in the Indiranagar suburb. He passed away yesterday.”

“Oh. That’s tragic. I met him three days back at the post office. He spoke about his daughter’s wedding which is just a month away. I’ll visit his place today and pass the condolences to his family. By the way, thanks for letting me know.” 

“It’s fine. But Sundaram sir’s family are not in the town. They left to Chennai this morning.”

“That’s ridiculous. How can they leave without finishing the rituals? I’ve known Sundaram from the past 30 years. He used to visit my bank once a week to deposit his weekly savings. I’ve known their family too. They were highly orthodox. How can they leave all of a sudden?” 

“By the way, how did he die? He was fit and perfect. I fondly used to call him ‘Joe Pesci’.” 

“I’m sorry to say, sir. It was a murder in broad daylight. The killer used a cloth hanging rope and strangled him to death. 
It was a gruesome murder. Don’t know what was the killer motive. Even the cops couldn’t find it.” 

“Well, that’s intriguing and sad. AND, how do you know all this? Did someone tell you? By the way, is the murderer on the loose? Did the cops catch him yet?”

“The killer is on the loose sir. The cops haven’t found a clue yet.”

“But, how do you know all this young man?”

“Sorry again to break it down sir. I’m Hari and I was the one who strangled Sundaram sir, your step-brother to death.” 

Shankar Narayan was shocked. His heart began to pound faster for two reasons. Firstly, the killer was in front of him and secondly, apart from him, nobody knew Sundaram was his stepbrother. 

“Hey. Stay out. How do you know all this? said Shankar with sweat pouring all over his face.”

“Relax. Sir. I’m not here to cause harm to you. Don’t worry. I just dropped here to share the story behind the killing. I’m here to justify the crime I’ve committed.”

“Sundaram was your step-brother. Isn’t it Mr Shankar?”

“Yes. But, why the hell you killed him and what’s your bloody motive?”

“Patience sir. Patience. An old man like you need to be calm and even Sundaram was in a hurry to explain me things. But, you know what sir? My reason to kill him was stronger than his cries.” 

“As far as I’m concerned, Sundaram is a kind-hearted person. He wouldn’t hurt anyone. Even after my father threw him out of the house, he never took it to his heart. Right from bringing up his kids to managing his household songs, he did it all by himself. Only after he lost his job as an accountant, he was forced to work as a postman. It was only during that time, he sought my help.”

“AND, based on the way you speak, I guess you’re a cold-blooded psycho who loves killing people for no reason!”

“Relax, Mr Shankar. I haven’t spoken about my reason yet and you’re already jumping into conclusions.”

“Whatever the reason might be, Sundaram wouldn’t have caused you any loss. I know about him very well.”

“Ok Mr., Shankar. Let me not drag further and tell you the reason behind me killing your step-brother. After all, you should be knowing how unrighteous Sundaram can be?”

“I guess it was 3 years ago. It was on June 9th 1991, I was employed at HAL as a chief engineer. I was the only breadwinner in my family. Father left us early and I was left out to take care of my mother and sister. You know how difficult it is to handle a family, Mr Shankar? In simple words, you carry all the burden.”

“But still, I studied hard, took tuitions, paid my bills and finally got a job at HAL. 6 months after I got placed, my mother sent me a letter and it was about a marriage proposal to my sister. I was on cloud nine. It was one of the moments where you feel proud of yourself, isn’t it Mr Shankar?”

“Anyway, I couldn’t travel to my hometown immediately. There was an ongoing project going on and I was designated as a project lead. So, I wrote a letter to my mother stating I would be dropping by two weeks later and I also sent her a cheque of 50,000/-“

“After two weeks, I packed my bags with enough sweets, bought some jewellery to my mother and sister and visited my hometown with full of excitement.”

“But, I’d never expected the sweets would go for waste. I’d never imagined the jewellery would be of no use. I’d never thought in my wildest dreams that there would be a day where I would get to see my mother and sister dead. 

You know what’s more painful Mr Shankar?”

“It’s losing your dear ones even after being a responsible son. But, it was your bloody stepbrother who was responsible for my loss.”

“I’m sorry for your loss. I know a sorry can’t justify your sorrow. But, I would like to know how Sundaram was responsible?”

“Mr Shankar. I guess you’re not getting it. I guess you’re still thinking your stepbrother was an innocent person. Had he been innocent, he wouldn’t have invented a murderer in me. Had he been innocent, I wouldn’t have strangled him to death.”

“Listen, young man. I would like to know the truth. As far as I know, our upbringing has never led to any atrocities in the past and yes, it would never, even in the future.”

“Mr Shankar. I’m not here to play philosophy. I’m here to convey the brutal truth.”

“It was your stepbrother who forgot to deliver that cheque on time. In fact, I got to know about it only after reaching the post office. It was still lying on the office amid many undelivered letters.”

“My mother and sister were humiliated by the local villagers. Poor people. They couldn’t handle it. So, they took a decision which would haunt me for a lifetime.”

“I thought of killing Sundaram the very next day. But no. What’s the point, Mr Shankar? What’s the point in killing him when his family is stable?”

“So, I patiently waited like a hungry lion who’s hunting a prey. It took me 3 years and only a month ago, I came to know Sundaram had arranged a marriage proposal for his beloved daughter.”

“I felt the time was apt and right. I visited him in the morning yesterday and as you can rightly guess, you know what happened.”

Shankar was left with tears. He was unsure about the cries. Whom he would cry for? His stepbrother or his unethical values? 

“Sorry, Mr Shankar. You might be a righteous man. But, Sundaram had to bear the brunt of his mistakes. After all, some mistakes have to be corrected.”

“Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Mr Shankar. I feel better now. It was nice meeting you in person.” 

“Wait! Why did you come here? You could’ve just escaped or vanished. What was the reason to meet me and tell me all this and make me more unhappy?”

“Mr Shankar. I guess you forgot the foremost essence of my story. Even I hail from a lower middle-class family. In fact, I don’t mind taking the privilege of being a more righteous soul than you are.”

“But, unfortunately, a murder is a murder. Sundaram committed a blunder and I had to repay. However, after killing him, I felt a bit guilty. I don’t know why. It suffocated me to the fullest. I just couldn’t handle it. For me, it was like a negative energy, Mr Shankar. I couldn’t destroy it. The only option I had was to pass it to someone.”

“AND, I don’t think there could be anyone as best as you to take that honours.”

But, what if I tell it to the police? 

“Ha ha ha ha ha. Mr Shankar. That was a good joke. Remember, just a couple of minutes back, you spoke highly of your upbringing.”

“Just go ahead, Mr Shankar. Go ahead and prove your upbringing was wrong. I would be more than happy to get jailed.”

——

Written By Vishal Aryan Komara

Sunday, 30 September 2018

How Living Your Bucket List Can Transport You To The Present?




We live in a world where philosophers, motivational speakers, authors and positivity-driven babas constantly look upto one objective and that’s - ‘Do What You Love’. 

You know what? Most of the people love sticking to the above objective, but as ironic as it sounds, they end up ‘Liking What They Do’. 

Which is precisely the opposite or what you call it in layman terms - living someone else’s dreams. 

Damn! Can it get more awful than this? Think about it. What if you just had one week to live? What would you do then? 

You definitely wouldn’t want to continue with your life paying bills and outraging on issues, right? 

Perhaps, any self-respected person in the world would just up their game for that week by marking off the things they always wanted to do. 

But wait, this ‘week-in-the-basket’ or the ‘last days concept’ is also the most negative story ever told. 

Yes. The worst part is we’ve been thinking even a Bucket List is something same. Where one has to dart their list before they actually ‘kick the bucket’.

Again, that’s one cooked up theory we humans have created. Well, in reality, a Bucket List is something that has to be counted as an activity to accomplish in the PRESENT. 

Are you confused? Well, let’s make it simple with a story. 

Once upon a time, there was a man called John who started his career in the 80’s as a copywriter and had slogged all his life living dreams of multiple people. 

Though writing copies were something that he liked, there were other things he could never indulge in. 

But, he never complained. He just lead his life like any common man would do. 

Be it buying groceries in the long queues and dreaming about that heavy compound interest or let’s say dreaming about a future which seems too far to consider. 

He did fairly well in his career. He could dart three promotions at ease and soon, he retired as a manager. 

All his life, he just wrote copies for clients and made some moolah, so that his family could sleep peacefully at the end of the day. 

Apart from being a passionate writer, he also loved sports, hiking, and travelling. But, he had never time for the latter as most of his life was occupied with penning copies. 

By the time John realised what he had lost, it was too late. All these thoughts struck him in his last day at work - the day he retired. 

He packed his bags, took his things and bid a farewell to his colleagues who took away his precious time all these years. 

However, John never gave up. While heading back home, a thought struck him again. This time, it was an idea where he could start his life from the scratch. For him in the head, it still wasn’t too late to make a new beginning. 

As his new idea could take him to a world, where he can be himself. Soon, after reaching home, his family welcomed him with a surprise party. They were eagerly looking forward to celebrating John’s retirement. 

Though John had different plans, he ended the night with a vibrant party and the very next morning, he shared his plan to his wife and his kids. 

The plan was to embark on a world tour for a year and yes, he also wanted to marry his wife again in Paris. Because, it was in the same romantic destination, had he met her for the first time. 

His wife and kids gave him a YES, and the rest, as you can guess, was a story that can be never forgotten. 

He, in fact, marked many things off his Bucket List and found his true self. Or what you can also term it as ‘Being Finally Settled’. 

But you see, not everyone can be as lucky as John. Don’t you think? Well, when I say lucky, I meant TIME. 

Because, no matter how big your dreams are, you need sufficient time to get there. 

AND, for the record, at any point, you need a life that can get BETTER, not BITTER. 

The idea is simple you see. You can’t afford your Bucket List dreams turn into a nightmare. You can’t afford to lose your ‘present’ for an unpredictable ‘future’.



So, take the plunge, dare to be the person you wanted to and live your present life to the fullest. 

#DreamYourBucketList
#BucketListYourDreams


  • Vishal Aryan Komara. 





Monday, 17 September 2018

Decoding the meaning of career advice and happiness advice!




Ever heard of this question? Or does it sound like you’ve had enough of it already?

Right from a random schmuck on the street to your retired relative, everyone seems to be interested in your career decisions; right? 

Every tom, dick and, harry seems to feel responsible for your actions. 

If you’re sailing in the same boat, worry not. I’ve been there too. But yeah, I also found a solution to stay away from such bits of advice. 

However, before heading to the solution. I would like to ask you the difference between a career advice and an happiness advice. 

Both might look similar. What if you give a deep scrutiny? Just try it out. It’s gonna blow up your minds as both are quite different. They don’t attract each other. 

Career advice might perhaps be the best bets for the well-paid counsellors. But in reality, most of the times, they are crap. 

Yes. You read that right. In fact, the counsellors have a greater job satisfaction than the folks who are shooting them questions. 

Think about it. What’s the basic description of Career Advice? 

Or, to explain in the millennial tone, how does an objective of a ‘career advice’ look? 

Maybe, something like this - 

‘Hey. I’m career advice and my only objective is to make people slog so hard that they screw up their health. I also make sure that no one gets time to lead a comfortable personal life’.

Did I say personal? So, this was the solution thing I was talking about. 

Ever stumbled upon a counsellor in a magazine who would preach about living your passion or what you precisely term it as a Happiness Advice. 

No. They don’t bank on such topics. Why may you ask? Because they never had a passion. Period. 

So, people went mad and curious to find out folks who could fetch them some happiness advice. 

Boom! Entered the entrepreneurs-turned authors. The numbers rose and things began to change. 

While counsellors in the magazine spoke about the next software update, the passion-driven ninjas spoke about ideas that could turn toilet papers into gold. 

AND, it began to work. What looked boring in the past became an interesting task in the present. 

So, that’s the difference between an happiness advice and, a career advice. 

Unlike the latter, happiness lectures are exciting and, most importantly, if implemented well, you’ll end up happy forever. 

Just look at some famous people. Right from technology, sports, entertainment and to arts. Most of them are happy and successful only because they could dedicate everything to their passion. 

After all, many are privileged to enjoy the riches; but only a few end up having a Wikipedia page. 

So, it’s all about living and hustling for that one goal you’re looking forward to accomplish. 

Written by Vishal Aryan Komara