Dugo_Writings

The excitement is absolutely bubbling over, and it's all because my incredible senior friend is getting married !  Even though she wasn't a classmate, the bond we share is something truly special. I'd secretly known about her soulmate for ages, and my heart was always happy for her, even before she openly shared her relationship status. It's funny how life works. She has a super close best friend from her own batch, yet somehow, I've managed to carve out my own little space between them. And it's all because I genuinely adore them both! It's hard to believe that once upon a time, I had a serious issue with one of them and a big misunderstanding with the other. But now, we're closer than ever, and I often wonder how our paths crossed and led us to this beautiful point. Our journey started with a strong connection, then navigated through misunderstandings, fights, and even a touch of jealousy. But all of that eventually transformed into selfless care, unwa...

Very tired of carrying all the random thoughts in my head! They’re getting bigger and heavier with each passing day. Sometimes it’s the family, sometimes it’s work. Sometimes it’s a social media post, sometimes it’s my personal choices. Everything feels like it’s stuck on repeat—making me think over and over again and exhausting me completely. It was the same chaos this evening after work. No plans for the next day, the next hour, or even the next minute. Not sure about my next meal either. Just the same random thoughts. I reached my comfort space—no ears around to listen to my endless rants, no comforting words from anyone. Just me and my bed, which never fails to hug me and relax me with a soft pillow for my heavy head. And just then, I received a call from someone I hadn’t spoken to in months. Maybe the timing was right, because I just smiled seeing the name on the screen. We talked and talked for hours, not about anything serious happening in the world—just about all the naught...

Have you ever felt left out? Or felt alone? These feelings often drive us toward loneliness. But it’s not really anyone else’s fault — it’s our own, when we start expecting others to pay attention to us, make us feel valid, or constantly acknowledge our existence. But really? Do we need that validation every day? No, my dear! The world doesn’t work that way. It’s your puzzle — and you have to solve it yourself. Some people might lend a helping hand, but don’t expect it to last forever. Everyone has their own hurdles to cross. You might be a part of their journey, but not the whole of it. So stop seeking validation from others and start focusing on your own growth. It’s high time to level up! Get ready to walk through the maze of struggles and envision yourself holding the trophy. Look after yourself, set goals, celebrate even the tiniest achievements, reward your hard work, and enjoy being you ! It’s not that I’ve already mastered this — I’m learning too. I need to wake up from my dre...

Today, I saw a man wearing black glasses, holding a stick in his hand. He wasn’t just standing there — he was listening carefully to everything happening around him. He was completely engrossed in his other senses, compensating for the one he lacked — his eyesight. It struck me how similar many of us are to that man — not in our blindness, but in our lack of vision . We wander through life without clear goals, merely following others as they chase theirs. We fail to create our own path. Harsh, yet real. When we have all the resources, we rarely understand their true importance. And when we finally do, it’s often too late — nothing is left for us to reclaim. As I kept watching that man waiting for his bus, I noticed how people walked past him, yet he never made a single wrong movement. He was perfectly aware, using his other senses with precision and confidence. That made me question myself — my attentiveness, sharpness, and focus — even though all my senses are perfectly fine. I r...

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...

Yes, everybody's childhood would have been an impactful and memorable journey — so is mine. I spent my primary days in my native place, Hunsur — a very special place that will forever remain in my heart. Even though I spent only a short span of time there, it still feels like home every time I pass by. It takes me back to the old me, walking down the streets after school with a pack of cream biscuits — my favorite back then. The road where my sisters and I walked every day for our sangeetha class, the return walks filled with endless silly conversations, learning how to ride a bicycle, spending time together — I would do anything now to relive those moments when my two sisters were always by my side for everything in life. We used to talk, play, draw, and paint together during the holidays. Every holiday has a special place in my heart. Summer vacations were the best — filled with joy, laughter, and family. I love how we were always there for each other as a family. Even my fri...

After eighteen long years, here it was!!! We were in the finals yet again!! And, 3rd June 2025, was the finale🔥 With such an outstanding performance by each individual in every game, I truly believed this was the year we’d finally win that maiden trophy! Social media was buzzing with all kinds of content about RCB—expected celebrations, the emotional rollercoaster of a journey till 2025, poojas, prayers—it all connected with me deeply. And not just in Bengaluru; it was the entire country celebrating the team’s journey. Man! It is indeed a damn special team and a special year!!! I felt just like everyone else out there, wanting my team, my captain, my king to lift his trophy this year. Never had I imagined that I would become this emotional, fuzzy, and on edge with just the thought of the match. I needed some kind of reassurance that we were going to win—more than anything else in the world that day. I even wanted to reconnect with people I had drifted apart from, just to talk to ...

I always used to think that trying new stuff would bring out the best in me. Yes, of course it does. But the question is, do I dare to give it a try at least? I was kind of hesitant to try anything new on my own, thinking about what others would say about it. Am I really up for it? What if others don’t like my writings? These were all my fears—not self-doubt, as I had previously shared. Yet, these fears never let me start anything new… until now! Sometimes, I feel really grateful for living alone in a new city, away from all the family chaos, because this life actually gave me a chance to introspect and understand myself much better. It made me bold enough to be decisive all on my own. I call that growth. This feels like a transition period where I’m trying to come out of my comfort zone and try new things every time. And it’s actually FUN!!! I’ve now started writing my blogs, expressing my feelings on Instagram through posts, engaging myself in creating small content for my YouTube...

Like most youngsters, I too fell for the world’s most handsome and talented genius — Mr. Cheeku!!! I never imagined that I would one day go crazy about cricket, because the last page of my newspaper was never even touched. If I remember correctly, I watched a match sometime around 2009–10, and I prayed to the universe for India to win. Trust me, I had zero knowledge about cricket back then — but still, I prayed. Before I knew it, I started reading my newspaper from the last page. I began reading every article about him in all the newspapers our library subscribed to. I even got my own newspaper subscription — a luxury during my school days. Within a short span of time, I had an entire book exclusively for Virat, filled with cut-outs from newspapers, magazines, and even some printed photos. I was so crazy about him that I used to write imaginary conversations between us. I truly enjoyed every second of creating that souvenir. Without even realizing it, I ended up with an email ID that h...