Dugo_Writings

Is it wrong to prioritize someone over myself? Isn’t it wonderful to idolize my parents and keep them above everything else? I feel endlessly grateful for all that they’ve done for me — for how they’ve cared for me, loved me, and guided me till this day. And yes, I would sacrifice anything for them — and I truly mean it. I’m not writing this to prove that I’m the only one who values parents or to show off. That’s not the point. I’m sharing this because I know there are others like me — people who sometimes feel guilty for not putting their parents first. To those people, I want to say: you’re not alone. We exist. I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember. As a child, I’d make silly excuses to avoid going to relatives’ houses alone — just so I could stay with my mom. I never kept my sister’s mistakes secret because I wanted my mom to trust me completely. I gave up several opportunities just to stay by her side and help her. And when I look back on those memories, I don’t regret t...

Sometimes, Even the Strongest Feel the Sting of Judgment I’ve always believed that I am strong and resilient in the face of harsh misjudgments from strangers. But sometimes, deep down, it does hurt. Is it fun to judge someone so easily? Is it valid to comment on someone’s character without knowing their background? Is it justifiable in any way? How can a stranger be so quick to judge another person? Every day, in one way or another, people are being misjudged—and I still don’t understand why. I often wonder: What have I done to deserve such negativity? But then again, I remind myself— What do strangers even know about me to make those comments? And that’s the truth. They don’t know me. I haven’t given them the chance to understand me—and why should I? If someone doesn't understand a person, the least they can do is stay silent. In my case, if someone hasn’t gotten that opportunity to know me, it’s because I’ve chosen not to let every random stranger walk into my life. That’s...

I was always fascinated by one major character in the holy epic Mahabharata . I feel that the most deserving individual, yet the one deprived of everything, was the great Karna . He was unjustly punished by everyone, time and again. He was treated harshly for no fault of his own. Yet, the morals in his blood never allowed him to turn into a villain — he always walked on the path of righteousness. I feel so sad whenever I read or watch anything about him. He was abandoned by his own mother, grew up with someone else believing them to be his parents, and was deprived of the education he yearned for because of the lower-caste label. He was treated as a slave by his own clan without even knowing his true origin. He never questioned his birth, never complained about the caste he was adopted into; he simply wanted to prove to the world that an individual’s worth is not determined by birth but by talent and hard work. He wanted to be respected for his skills, not disrespected because of his c...

Many a time, I wonder why a person can't be there for himself or herself, on their own. Why do they need someone in their life? Is it for the customs? Is it out of compulsion ? Every time, my answer will be a big NO ! Yes, we need fellow beings , be they male or female, to be beside us on our journey. The relationship may differ—for some, it would be a mother, father, sister, brother, friend, or a life partner—but we need a shoulder to lean on whenever we are burdened, a cheering voice to lift us up from the rock bottom, great motivational talks when we are at our lowest, a supporting hand when we feel it's over, and a listening ear to hear all the nonsensical rants every day! At the end, we need someone to walk along. It's not that we can't do it all alone, but it feels good ; it soothes us with the mere feeling of someone being there for us, waiting to see our success. I too had one such friend, who listened to all my rants every day, who kept supporting me throughou...