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Arm Wrestling Inter- Block Competition

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Yesterday was one of the most exciting days in our hall. We had an inter-block arm wrestling competition, organized by our Secretary of Indoor Games, which is known as our batch rep. There are five blocks in our hall, and according to the rules, each block had to send two freshers and two seniors to represent them. Our block captain submitted our names on time, and that’s how Lionel and I got the chance to compete as seniors. The competition began with the freshers’ elimination round. The hall was buzzing with energy—every block cheering for their players, shouting, and clapping. My friend was unfortunately knocked out in the first round, but none of us were disappointed. We were laughing, encouraging, and enjoying the moment together. It felt less like a competition and more like a festival of brotherhood. When it was my turn, my heart was racing. But as soon as I gripped my opponent’s hand, everything else faded. In my first match, I surprised even myself by winning within 1.37 secon...
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My thoughts on Mess food V/S Junk food

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If you don’t like the food served in the mess, it doesn’t always mean you are not hungry. True hunger means you should be able to eat even the food you don’t prefer. But many times, instead of eating the mess food, people go to the supermarket and buy snacks like Lays, Kurkure, or Maggi, which are not good for health. After cooking Maggi and eating those snacks, they may again feel hungry at midnight and eat more snacks. Soon, they start having stomach pain and need to rush to the toilet. By morning, their sleep is already affected. That is why avoiding junk food and eating proper meals, even if they are not your favorite, is much better for your health. But for me, it is really difficult to avoid all these. Still, I will try my best to avoid junk food.”
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A Painful boil/Ingrown hair on my toe and a lesson from Job

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It's been a while since I last wrote here - more than four months to be exact - sometimes life gets busy .But today, I decided it's time to start again. These past days have been hard for me. I have a boil on my left big toe/ some said ingrown hair, and the pain is sometimes unbearable.I though it was something small that  would go away quickly. But soon , the pain grew worsen .  At night it disturbs my sleep, and during the day, I cannot even wear my shoe or chappal properly. So, I  have to sleep in a day .Something so small has made me feel so much misery. But today , I  suddenly thought of the story of Job in the Bible. Job lost everything—his wealth, his health, and even the support of people around him. Still, he never cursed God. Instead, he said, “The Lord gave , and the Lord has taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord" Compared to Job, my suffering is nothing. Yet this little pain reminded me that life will always test us. Maybe this is also my small test...
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Why Forest Frank is becoming one of My Favourite Singer

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Why Forest Frank is Becoming One of My Favourite Singer Everyone has a singer who feels special to them, and for me, that person is Forest Frank. The main reason is his song “Your Way Better.”  When I’m overwhelmed within From the weight of all my sin I need a friend to call my own I need a house to call my home When I’m broken down inside And there’s nowhere else to hide I need a place where I feel known Can someone help me? Then I hear your reply Bringing teardrops to my eyes Saying I’m not alone Oh Lord, I need you now more than ever Would you put my heart back together I searched the world till my hеad hurt Just to find out your way’s better Oh-oh, your ways bettеr Oh-oh, your ways better Oh, Lord, your ways better Jesus, your ways better Lord, I am so thankful for the ways that you blessed me Everything you say making waves like a jetski You love every part of me, even when I was messy Now I see the heart in your beauty So, I can finally sing Jehovah-Jireh provider Your way al...
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Embracing the challenges of consistent blogging

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Friends,  Here we meet again!  Today, I realized that maintaining a consistent blog can be a daunting task. There are times when we struggled to find inspiration and sometimes, life's challenges , such as illness, can hinder our ability to write. Moreover, we may face criticism or judgements from others ,  which can be harmful.  However, it's essential to remember such criticism doesn't define us . As human beings, we're all vulnerable to facing similar situation at some point in our lives. So, let's not let the opinions of others discourage us.  Today, I had a chance to read newspaper both in class and in my Hall. The news was filled with disturbing stories about the harsh realities of everyday life. It's unsettling to think that we could face similar challenges at any moment.  On particular news article from Manipur caught my attention and left me deeply concerned. A young girl, just in the second grade , went missing and was found dead just after midnigh...
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"SHADOWS "

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I walk alone, the sky turns gray, The shadows stretch along my way. They know the roads I’ve walked before, The silent fights, the hidden war. They echo all I’ve tried to hide— The doubts that live so deep inside. They know the tears I never show, The dreams I lost not long ago. Sometimes they feel too close, too near, Like old regrets I still hold dear. But even in their darkest hue, They show the light I'm walking to. They’ve seen me fall, and rise again, They stood beside me through the pain. Not just my fear—they hold my grace, A part of me I must embrace. So now I let them walk with me, Not chained, but calm and quietly. For shadows only form when light Still burns within—however slight.
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"The Traveler Beneath the Road"

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Once upon a breath of wind and sickness, a traveler wandered into a strange land. Weary from his journey, the traveler stumbled upon a grand mansion shimmering under the golden sun. Laughter echoed through the walls, where children played and the air danced with joy. It looked like heaven. He stood at its gate, eyes wide with longing. But something was wrong. Within the mansion’s gardens, behind bright flowers and marble paths, ran a black, choking nullah —a river of rot and discarded things. No one else seemed to notice. The traveler stepped closer, heart uneasy. Then, without warning, a boy with fire in his eyes and his father with steel in his hands dragged the traveler into the filth. They tore away his cloak, stripping him of all dignity. The garbage clung to him like a second skin. Ants and insects swarmed him, feeding on his silence. He wanted to scream, but the pain had stolen his voice. The father raised two knives—one in each hand. "Choose," he hissed, his...
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