Thoughts & Tales of tpSphR

Life is meant to be lived, to be felt, and to be cherished. But when money starts playing a role in relationships, it often brings an unseen weight that drags even the strongest bonds down. I have experienced it firsthand—friendships, close relationships, and even lifelong connections fading away simply because of financial struggles. We all have moments in life where we need help, and sometimes, that help involves money. It’s natural to turn to those we trust the most—our closest friends, our family, our loved ones. But what happens when we can’t keep the promises attached to financial assistance? The dynamic changes. The warmth in conversations cools down. The care and affection begin to carry a condition, an expectation, and slowly, resentment creeps in. The Unspoken Pressure The moment money enters a relationship, it creates an unspoken contract. If you borrow from a friend or a loved one, no matter how much they care about you, a silent clock starts ticking. Even if they don’t men...

While I was on my overthinking ride today, a thought crossed my mind—why do people keep changing you when they don’t intend to stay? Have you ever noticed how someone who is very close to you always points out things they don’t like about you? “I don’t like this about you.” “You should change that.” And because you care for them, because you love them, you decide to change. You shape yourself according to their expectations, believing that this will strengthen your bond. Most of us do this, don’t we? We bend, we compromise, and we become versions of ourselves that are no longer truly ours. But the irony? The very people we change for—the ones whose validation and acceptance we seek—one day decide to leave. And when they go, they don’t just walk away with their presence; they take a part of you with them. You suddenly realize that the person you molded yourself into was built around them. And now that they’re gone, what’s left? A void. A deep, unsettling void that leaves you feeling n...

For so many days, I wanted to talk to you, but somewhere in the chaos of work and life, I kept forgetting to call or message. You know how life is—always running, always pulling us in different directions. But today, as I was reinstalling WhatsApp, your name was the first to appear in my contact list. Without a second thought, I messaged you: Hi, are you free? And when you replied with a Yes , my heart warmed. It had been so long since we talked properly. The first thing you asked me was, Are you getting married? I laughed and replied, No, just wanted to talk to you! And just like that, our conversation started, flowing effortlessly, as if no time had passed between us. Do you remember how often we used to meet and hang out together? Those were some of the best days—carefree, full of laughter and endless conversations. People always assumed we were a couple, and you never missed a chance to tease me about it. But we knew the truth—we were best buddies, nothing more, nothing less. The...

Yesterday night, I watched Sky Force – a movie that left me both emotional and proud. Every time I watch a patriotic movie or one related to war, a familiar thought crosses my mind – Why am I not in the forces? As a child, it was my dream to join the Indian Armed Forces and serve the nation. I believe that dream resonates with many Indian boys who, at some point, envision themselves in uniform, protecting our motherland. In fact, once I even went to a recruitment rally for the Indian Air Force to chase my dream. I successfully cleared the written exam , but unfortunately, due to bad luck , I couldn’t clear the physical test . That moment still lingers in my memory, a reminder of how close I came to fulfilling my childhood aspiration. Sky Force is not just a movie – it’s an emotional rollercoaster that takes you back to one of the most crucial moments in Indian military history. The film is based on a real-life incident during the Indo-Pak war , showcasing the valor and sacrifice...

There is something about writing that feels like home to me. While some people find comfort in spoken words, I feel safer when I can pour my heart out through text . Talking? It never comes as easily. I stumble, overthink, and sometimes, the words I truly want to say get lost somewhere between my heart and my lips. But when I write—everything flows. I often wonder, Is this a flaw? Am I hiding behind my words because I am afraid to speak them aloud? Or is it just the way I am wired—more comfortable expressing myself when I have the space to reflect, to shape my thoughts carefully? Maybe it's both. When I try to share something face-to-face, my emotions feel too raw , too exposed. My voice betrays me, trembling under the weight of unspoken feelings. But when I write, there is no rush. I can pause, breathe, and feel each word as it spills onto the page. Writing allows me to be honest in ways my voice never could. I know the world values verbal communication. People are more inclin...

This morning, as I rode BumbleBee through the quiet streets, the cool breeze brushing against my face, my thoughts drifted to you . It wasn't the first time. Somewhere deep down, I knew we were never truly compatible —not in the way two souls should be. Yet, here we were, intertwined by the fragile threads of emotional pain and shared vulnerability . I still remember the day we met— I was broken . The weight of a recent breakup hung heavy on my heart, leaving me emotionally shattered and unsure if I could ever trust love again. And then, there was you —carrying your own burdens, quietly seeking someone who could understand the ache beneath your smile. Somehow, amidst our collective heartbreak , we found each other. At first, I questioned everything. Was it love ? Or just an attempt to fill the emptiness inside? You opened your heart to me without hesitation, your feelings growing stronger each day. But I— I was still stuck in the past , haunted by memories I couldn’t let go of. ...

I was recently talking with someone—an old friend—and, surprisingly, our conversation turned to you. It’s strange how certain people remain a significant part of your thoughts, no matter how much time passes. You know, we’ve had our differences. The way we drifted apart wasn’t easy. Separation is never easy, but looking back, I believe it was necessary for both of us. Sometimes, life demands space to grow, to understand, and to heal. I still deeply respect your courage and determination. You’ve always been someone who works tirelessly toward your goals. I’ve witnessed both your breakdowns and your breakthroughs. There was a time when I saw you shatter, vulnerable and lost—but you never let go of hope. You didn’t just dream—you chased your dreams. I was there, as much as I could be, supporting you in my own way. But let's be honest—what brought you here today is nothing but your own relentless effort. Every milestone you’ve reached is a testament to your grit and resilience. Yet, th...

Sometimes, I wonder—why is it easier to fight the world outside but so hard to battle the conflicts within? The real struggle isn’t with others; it’s with the voice inside that keeps pulling you back to moments you wish you could forget. That voice never misses a chance to remind you of past mistakes, making you feel guilty and unworthy. Why can’t we just let it be? Why is moving on so difficult? It feels like no matter how much we grow, a part of us clings to regrets, refusing to release us from their grip. I often question, is it the past holding us, or are we holding onto the past? Maybe, the hardest forgiveness to offer is to ourselves. #tpSphR

"Teri Baaton Mein Aisa Uljha Jiya" is not just another love story—it's a futuristic take on love and relationships in a world where the line between humans and machines blurs. The movie explores the emotional rollercoaster of falling in love with a robot, and while it carries a layer of fantasy, it also reflects the complexities and desires of modern relationships. In the 21st century—an era where betrayal seems all too common—the idea of having a partner like Sifra, the robot in the movie, feels oddly comforting. Every day, we come across stories of heartbreak, deception, and even tragic crimes born out of broken relationships. With Gen Z constantly redefining the meaning of love and connection, the concept of a robotic partner who understands your mood and acts accordingly sounds... tempting. No misunderstandings, no heated arguments—just smooth, effortless companionship. Imagine that! Of course, Sifra, like any machine, isn't perfect. But then again, ar...

Just finished watching "Be Happy" on Amazon Prime, and wow —what an emotional and heart-touching story! I’m not even kidding— tears were rolling down my face without me even realizing it. Some movies have this rare magic—they pull you in so deeply that you lose yourself in them. This is one of those movies. From the moment it started until the final scene, I was glued to the screen, completely lost in the story. And when it ended? I just sat there, thinking, "Why did it have to end this way?" At the heart of this beautiful film is a sweet little girl —and oh my God, her smile ! Her voice is so soft and pure that you’ll fall in love with her the moment she speaks. She’s the kind of child who lights up every scene she’s in. The story revolves around her life after a tragic accident takes her mother away , leaving her to live with her father and grandfather —both of whom love her dearly. Her passion for dance is everything. She dreams of perform...

You know me—I love riding. There’s just something about being on the road, feeling the wind brush against me, and hearing the engine’s hum—it’s a kind of freedom that’s hard to put into words. And hey, I don’t just ride—I ride with style. That’s why I gave my bike a name—BumbleBee. She’s more than just a machine to me—she’s a vibe. Black—oh, that’s my color. Always has been. Whether it’s my bike or the dream of owning a sleek black car someday, that color just speaks to me. Right now, I’m riding in the naked bike segment, but let’s be real—speed calls to me. And one day, I know I’ll upgrade to something faster, wilder—because this love for the ride? It’s not going anywhere. You already know how much I crave the thrill. And yeah—I know it’s not exactly the safest habit, but I can’t ride without my playlist. There’s a different kind of magic when my favorite songs play through my earpods while I cruise. It’s like the road, the music, and I become one. Some might call it a distraction—but...

Absolutely! Each person walks a path that’s uniquely their own—shaped by experiences, challenges, and choices no one else can fully understand. What may seem simple or ordinary from the outside often carries unseen battles, silent struggles, and unspoken pain. And yet, we all keep moving forward in our own ways—sometimes with strength, sometimes with tears, but always with hope tucked somewhere deep inside. It’s easy to judge when we only see fragments of someone’s life. We assume we know their story, but the truth is, no one can fully understand the weight another person carries. Some people smile through storms, while others retreat quietly, trying to piece themselves back together. There’s no "right" way to handle life’s challenges—we all cope the best we can. And isn’t that the beauty of being human? Our differences. Our resilience. Our ways of finding light, even on the darkest days. Some people fight their battles loudly, while others fight them in silence. But every jo...

There was a time when I vanished—disappearing from social media, ignoring calls and messages, and cutting off even the closest people in my life. It wasn't planned, but it felt necessary. Everything around me, and more painfully, everything inside me, became too heavy to carry. I felt like I was drowning in my own thoughts, and somewhere along the way, I started believing that I was hurting the people I loved, knowingly or unknowingly. So, I found what seemed like a simple solution: detach from everyone and fight your battle alone. At first, the silence felt comforting. No explanations to give, no misunderstandings to clear, and no one to accidentally hurt. But the quiet that I sought so desperately soon became an echo chamber for my thoughts—louder, heavier, and harder to escape. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and before I knew it, one and a half years had passed. Emerging from that self-imposed exile was not easy. I thought reconnecting would be as simple as sending...

Hi, my dear blog readers! Hope you all are doing great. A big thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to read my blogs—it truly means a lot to me. Right now, I’m sitting in the Walkway Mall of Haldwani , at a CA office, and my mind is buzzing with thoughts. You know, those random reflections that hit you when you’re sitting quietly, observing the world around you. So, here I am, wondering— Why do people always assume that if a boy and a girl are talking or spending time together, there MUST be something romantic going on? Just today, I called someone to check on her well-being. And guess what? Someone else immediately asked me, "Is there something going on between you two?" I laughed and said, "No way!" Honestly, I’m at a point in life where I feel that if something has to happen, it will be direct—either someone asks me to marry them, or I ask them. This whole "love story" phase? Yeah, I’ve moved past that. But seriously, why do people f...

It’s 3 AM, and here I am—wide awake, my mind running a never-ending marathon. I try to close my eyes, but thoughts flood in, louder than the silence around me. Random things, things that shouldn’t even matter, keep swirling in my head. And honestly, I don’t understand why I think so much. Why do I have to dissect every situation? Why does my brain refuse to rest? Sometimes, it’s about my professional life—what’s next, what am I doing wrong, what should I be doing better? Other times, it’s personal—relationships, people’s behavior, things I can’t control but still somehow let consume my mind. I keep thinking. And thinking. And thinking. It’s exhausting. This overthinking—it’s not just a habit anymore; it’s becoming a burden. And deep down, I know it’s stealing away my peace, my happiness. I often ask myself: Why am I wasting my time thinking about people who don’t even care? If someone isn’t a part of my life anymore, why should their absence occupy so much space in my mind? If someone ...

Sometimes, when I reflect on workplace politics , I can't help but wonder about those who silently suffer through it. Imagine being someone who gives their 100% every day, pours their heart and soul into their work, and still finds themselves having to prove their dedication repeatedly. It is disheartening to realize that no matter how much effort they put in, their contributions often go unnoticed by supervisors or business owners. Why? Because there's always someone else —someone who manipulates situations for their personal gain —clouding the judgment of decision-makers. It makes me think: How does it feel for that person? The one who works tirelessly, hoping that their commitment will eventually be recognized, only to face constant scrutiny and unjust criticism . The emotional toll of this situation can be overwhelming. Knowing that your hard work is being overshadowed by petty politics or someone else's selfish motives is more than just frustrating—it is deeply de...

As I already shared, Holi is just around the corner, and the excitement is building up! This year, the celebrations started on Friday , but the fun didn't end there. The next day, Saturday , I had plans to celebrate Holi again—this time in Haldwani with Kanak Ma'am . She has been my mentor since the early days of my career. Back then, I worked closely with her, and now she runs an old-age home where I assist her with accounts-related work . A few days prior, I had already informed Mamta and Bhawna , who work with Kanak Ma'am and know me well, to let me know when they were heading out to play Holi. I was eager to join them. On Saturday morning , I got ready for the day, wearing a special Holi t-shirt gifted by Sidd . Just as I finished getting ready, Mamta called, saying, "Sir, come quickly, we are going!" Without wasting any time, I hopped on BumbleBee (my bike) and rode to Kanak Ma'am's house . The atmosphere was filled with joy and colors . We ...

This year, I was beyond excited for Holi! After so many years of spending the festival sleeping in my room, I had finally decided to break the cycle and bring some colors into my otherwise colorless life. I had already promised Sidd that I would come to his place to celebrate, and luckily, I had a vacation too. I can’t even recall celebrating Holi properly after passing out from my beloved school, Navodaya . Back then, Holi meant madness—torn clothes, wild dancing, and being drenched in colors. This year, I wanted to relive that energy. I arrived at my aunt’s place in Kathgodam , planning to head to Rudrapur from there. The morning started with casual conversations with my uncle and aunt about my Holi plans. Then came a twist— Holi in Haldwani was scheduled for the next day , while in some places, people were already celebrating! I quickly confirmed with Sidd: "Are you sure Holi is today?" He reassured me, "Yes, it’s today! Come fast!" So, after finishing my mo...

Some relationships feel like home—warm, safe, and comforting. But what happens when we take a step further and try to turn that beautiful friendship into love? Sometimes, it blossoms into something magical. Other times, it breaks apart, leaving nothing but fragments of what once was. In my case, I was always a good friend—the kind of person who listens, supports, and stays. I valued friendship deeply and tried to keep it intact. But whenever I took a step beyond and converted it into love, things started to fall apart. I don’t know why. Maybe I am just bad at love, or maybe I’m simply not meant for it. I’ve always struggled with the idea that someone could love me. Somewhere deep inside, I constantly underestimated myself. I never had the courage to propose or confess my feelings. Every relationship I’ve been in started because the other person made the first move. And every time, I warned them—I told them that I could be a good friend, but I didn’t know if I could be a good lover. May...

They say the mind is its own worst enemy—and trust me, mine works overtime. Especially at night. Or when I'm riding. This morning, as I cruised back from Kathgodam to my office, the mountain breeze brushing against my face did little to quiet the storm inside my head. You see, overthinking is like a second job I never signed up for, but I do it diligently anyway. And today, my thoughts were stuck on something heavy. Why do we sometimes end up hurting people, even when we never meant to? It’s strange, isn’t it? You never set out to cause pain. But in the moment—maybe because of the situation, maybe because of what's brewing inside you—you act in ways you later regret. And that guilt? Oh, it doesn’t just knock politely and leave. It moves in, unpacks its bags, and makes itself comfortable. You can’t rewind life. Words once spoken can never be unspoken. Actions, once taken, can’t be undone. And no matter how much you wish you could go back and do things differently, you're ...

Today, as I rode my Black Beauty down NH 09, heading somewhere for some important work, I found myself lost in a familiar world—one filled with memories of us. The same roads, the endless fields stretching into the horizon, the wind rushing past me... everything felt the same, yet different. I could almost hear your voice behind me, teasing as always, playfully saying, "Chal mere Ghode!"—your favorite line whenever we rode together. You never sat still, always up to some mischief, making me nervous with your sudden movements. I used to get scared, thinking we might fall, especially on these busy roads, but your laughter always overpowered my fear. As I rode past a familiar stretch, an image flashed through my mind—the roadside dhaba where we once stopped. I still remember the taste of that paratha—crispy, stuffed to perfection, served with spicy chatni that made every bite unforgettable. OMG, that taste! Even now, just thinking about it made my mouth water. I was tempted to s...

The Confusing Art of Aging: Stuck Between "Bhaiya" and "Uncle" Have you ever thought about how weird the aging process is? I mean, one moment you're just chilling, enjoying life, and the next, people start reminding you that you’re "getting old." And they do it in the most interesting ways— > "Bhai, ab shaadi kar lo… age ho rahi hai!" "Zyada wait kiya toh ladkiyan nahi milengi!" And I just sit there wondering—if guys of my age won’t find girls, then what are the single girls of my age doing? Have they all secretly planned to stay single forever? God knows! But the real struggle begins when you hit your 30s. It’s a strange, in-between phase. You're not young enough to be carefree, yet not old enough to be considered truly wise. One day you're "Bhaiya," the next day someone calls you "Uncle." Like, bro, give me a buffer period! And then comes the betrayal... by our own body! Yesterday, I danced a little ...

Some days are just special, filled with laughter, nostalgia, and moments that you want to hold on to forever. Today was one such day—the wedding of my childhood friend, a day not just about his big moment but also about rekindling old friendships. The Journey Begins To attend the wedding, I had taken leave and arrived in Kathgodam at my aunt's house on Friday evening. The wedding was in Ramnagar , a city famous for Jim Corbett National Park and its jungle safaris. I was excited, not just for the wedding but for the entire journey—meeting old friends, sharing stories, and making new memories. I had already planned with my friend that we would leave by 11 AM , as the wedding was during the daytime. Waking up early, I got ready by 10 AM . However, one of our friends, who was coming from our village, was running late. Meanwhile, another friend from Haldwani and I decided to wait for him. As time passed, I thought, "Why not take a quick nap?" —which turned into almost an h...

Have you ever felt like the person you once talked to every day, the one who couldn’t go a moment without checking in on you, suddenly acts like you don’t exist? The same person who once shared their every thought with you now doesn’t even spare you a single word. How does that happen? How do things change so drastically? It’s all about time. Time is powerful—it defines everything. Sometimes, I sit and wonder how people change so quickly. One moment, they make you feel like the most important person in their life, and the next, they behave like a stranger. It’s strange, isn’t it? Why do people do this? Why can’t they stay the same, or at least change gradually instead of turning into someone completely unrecognizable? What’s even more confusing is that they weren’t pretending before. Back then, they genuinely cared, they were genuinely close. But somehow, with time, their interest fades, and their behavior shifts. People tend to take for granted those who are always available to them, ...