The difference in Pizza toppings

Yo! How are you?

You like pizza? You love pizza? Pizza is love ❤️

So ever notice that the base/size of the pizza is the same and based on the different toppings, the price of the pizza varies. This is not something new. It’s an old theory.

Just like the vessel and the contents in it. Usually, we fall for the vessel but the content is important. Based on the best toppings, the price is more. Similarly, based on the pure and positive content of our thoughts, satisfaction in life is more.

So, what you waiting for? Go and hog your favorite pizza but remember to add good, positive, creative, classy content in your thoughts too.

Bbye for now! Enjoy the fooking weekend 😎

P.S.: This post’s song is Connection by One Republic and what are your plans for the weekend? New videos coming soon in the YouTube channel so do check it out @ Darshith Badiyani. Pic credits to taste.com.au

A simple “Hi” leading to unsaid goodbyes..

“Hi!”

*no response*

“I am uninvited. I think you should know my arrival.”

*no response*

“Ignoring me may lead to your downfall”

*no response*

“May be you don’t think, I can visit you. You’re SO wrong!”

*no response*

“Now, get ready to suffer for neglecting me and see my fury”

*goes to doctor and does check-up*

“You may be listening to my voice for the first time because this is the first time you are paying attention and listening attentively but I was screaming and trying to let you know to get rid of me when I was innocent and a kid. Now, I have matured and I don’t intend to leave you, no matter what you do.”

*gets all nervous when the tests of check up comes as – Cancer positive*

“You will live. But for as long as I want. I am not ready to leave you because you have been a good host to me. Good because you neglected your symptoms and skipped your check ups and I was left to grow and grow I did”

*prayers and chemotherapy*

“You think you can make me weak? Good choice but you are also draining your bank account in the hope of living for some extra days but all in vain. I have knitted such a vicious web of my power that nothing can heal you. Now feel guilty for letting me grow and not killing me when in bud.”

*dies and family weeps and curse cancer*

“Curse me but I will find another reckless host and grow again. For now, feel glad that I have left. See you careless creatures soon enough”

I have written this as a tribute to how Cancer is increasing in our lives, not just the disease but also the ill feeling for someone or something. Any bad/unwanted thing which grows within us is cancer and we have to make sure that we kill it in the bud stage and not feed it, till it kills us. Ego, anger to name some. There is love.There are smiles. Spread them and feed them and life will we sweet.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

P.S. : Happy Sunday and do tune to La Vie en rose of Louis Armstrong ❤

Through the peephole..

I don’t want to be outside
Knowing you through a peephole
I want you to open the gates
And let me flood in
Know you wholly
I am done
Living life your way
Knowing the parts of you
You wanted me to see
Now either let me see you wholly
Know you wholly
Let full submission be a part of us
Or cover the peephole
And bid me farewell
Because peephole is
Not letting me live
And not letting me leave
So, help me
And choose something
As I always said to you
You have the reigns & chains
It’s time again for you
To choose from options
And get me or forget me
I am just a closed door away
With the smile you like to see
With the heart you like to love
With the words you like to hear
Hopefully with the love you like to have

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P.S. : Today’s song is Outside by Staind. One of my favorite 😉

Frequency of inspiration..

Read about an atomic nucleus?
It has protons
And electrons and neutrons
I don’t know about
Any recent discovery made
So each nucleus is the replica
Of our big, humongous universe
You agree?
Great! Thank you!
Similarly, we ourselves
are replicas of God
Or the super power
We believe in
Because we got
IMMENSE power within ourselves
Wanna know how?
Think about your heart ache
Think about the demise of your close one
Think about the injury you suffered
Think about the frustration
Think about the anger
Think about the irritation
And also the solitude
And still you are here
You are alive
You faced it
You SURVIVED!
Did anyone help you?
Yes, of course
Who?
Friends, families
Books, smiles
Strangers even
But don’t forget
You helped yourself
You inspired yourself
This feeling came from within
From that heart
From that soul
Which is like a nucleus
A very small part
Of this big, humongous world
But still a replica
And irrespective of the size
All are tuned to the same frequency
Frequency of inspiration
We don’t know who is being inspired
By seeing the smile on our faces
By seeing how we are facing dire situations
Still we are leaving impact
These impacts
Gives rise to inspiration
But you need to have it from within
To see it
To feel it
To match the frequency
To replicate it
To spread it
To evolve yourself
And also the others
Difficult? I know
Impossible? C’mon!
I never thought, I would be writing something
And people would be reading my work
But here we are
I never thought, 400 people would be following me
But here we are
I never thought, I would be Who I am
But here we are
So, accept who you are
And inspire others
And automatically, you will be inspired
You will be evolved
You will be You
Who you ALWAYS wanted to be
Also satisfied by what you become 🙂

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

P.S. : My source of inspiration for blogging is my cousin Chinks. And, many of the other people(outside of WP & here also) 🙂 I have decided I will share 1 song in each post this month and also share the link for you to tune to. Today I am listening to Chandelier. Super awesome song & loads of covers. Happy weekend and take care 😀

stumble upon a writer..

Am I the protagonist?
In real life, may be.
In fiction, of course, who ain’t?
A normal person
Thinks the same.
But what about a writer?
What does he think?
Does he always have to sit
At a coffee shop to
Feel the plethora of ideas
Rushing to him?
Or does he have to
Dream about them
And then write
And make his dream
The dream of others
Made by the beautiful, knitted words
The world of words
Sometimes written
By a pen or typed
And in the days
When these plethora of ideas
Keep on rushing
Even though you shut your brain
You gotta take help
Of a broken pencil or even a nib
To write them
And give your ideas power
And strength to shake the world
Having the rug swept out from under your feet
Tumble you down
So that you can stumble upon a writer
Within you
And give them words
And make them shout out loud…

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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Justify :D

There are times when you’re expecting a long day and you’re given a holiday.

Wow! What a feeling!

There are times when you’re expecting a cake walk and it turns out to a bed of thorns(no roses for us).

Urghhh!!

There are times when things get on with the flow normally. I mean nothing unusual.

The less tension because of no expectations.

The URGHHH!! feeling hurts when it’s Friday and in the evening you get allotted some new work and it needs to be completed by the end of the day itself.

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Don’t this reaction justify the name of this site Smiles here & Smiles there 😀

What a story!

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Our stories are being written

By Us

By others

Sometimes happy

Sometimes sad

Sometimes boring

Sometimes full of fun

Sometimes flowing

Sometimes stagnant

Sometimes we are the Protagonist

Sometimes we are the sidekick

Sometimes a bed of roses

Sometimes a path of thorns

Sometimes bright throughout

Sometimes pitch dark always

Sometimes abrupt ending

Sometimes it starts with the end

Sometimes no prologue

Sometimes no epilogue

Sometimes no words

Mostly one cover image to tell the story

With no nothing written inside

Words deceive

Actions don’t

Images are based on actions

Hence it makes perfect sense

And brings tear to the reader’s eyes

What a story!

What a man!

Wish we could have some more of him

Evil & options..

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due credits to BizHat.com

Options are good. But options to be bad is also bad and confusing.

I won’t say  “Just Imagine” some kind of scenario and ask a remedy/solution because you may opt for stopping imagination and then it will be a waste of time for all.

This is reality. My reality. Everyone’s reality.

I want you to go to that phase of YOUR LIFE and provide your answers or some remedy.

There’s a case and you gotta decide.
Option1- You’ll become evil(to some) and others won’t want to be with you anymore. In short, 100% evil.
Option2- You’ll become evil(to some) but people will use double faces with you. In short, 20%-30% evil.
Option3- You’ll opt to die. You won’t be evil anymore because there will be no you no more.

By evil, I mean that you have to leave some important people behind in your past and make some crunch decisions.

What will you choose? Ever been into such a scenario?

Your thoughts would be appreciated 🙂

May be this is just Monday blues thoughts in my mind 😉

Won’t you agree?

I don’t know about girls
But to boys
They love when their hair
Is sweaty
From playing
Or jogging
Or any other reason
I love it
Just now played a marathon
Game of Thrones TT
And boy it was heaven
Sadly,lost all the matches
I am not an amateur
But also not a regular player
I play like 2-3 times in a
Week Month 😀
Loved today’s session
And see
Almost half the week’s gone
Hopefully tomorrow also
Goes by soon
But weekend should stay
Weekend MUST stay
If it won’t stay on my humble request
Then it will have to stay
When you people roar together
And scare the shit of it
And make it stay a lil longer
Life is awesome
Weekends are more awesome
Won’t you agree? 😉

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