Kaushik Quotes

Do you know that feeling - The feeling of being alive and dead, both at the same time? When it seems like you are just going through with different notions of life, without actually living it. I do, I know that feeling very well. I live with it, eat with it and often sleep with it.

Society has become so fake that the truth actually bothers people.

Life is all about losing friends, the people you know. So, just that you get better at finding the ones worth suffering for.

The more you try to please people, the more they get control of you and you'll end up hurting yourself.

We all go through hard times in life. It’s a part of being alive and it's the reality we all have to deal with. There are times we forget our value as a person because we are so blinded with these thoughts of loneliness, emptiness and ego. Somewhere along the road we become numbed with all the frustrations and dissatisfaction. But life itself isn't always about darkness and sadness, Life is also filled with colors and that makes it beautiful. Along this path of darkness there's always light waiting to be seen by our daunted hearts. Our heart is gifted to see this light. It may be hiding behind those circumstances that we encounter; in a stranger we just met at an unexpected place; a family who has been always there but you just ignored because of your imperfect relationship with them; it might be a long time friend you have or a friend you just met. Open your heart and you will see how blessed you are to have them all in your life. Sometimes they are the light that shines your path in some dark phases of life. Don't lose hope

I believe there is no heaven or hell. There are no devils or angels. No afterlife or salvation. My soul won't be incarnated or lost in the oblivion. One day, I will just stop existing... and that's it!

I believe that sometimes, the moment you say goodbye could be as painful as a lifetime worth of pain that you can experience while living with the memories of your loved ones. I couldn’t stop myself from hallucinating about all those things that could have happened, while you were walking away from me today. I stopped walking and turned my head, expecting for you to do the same. I stayed there, motionless, and waited – for you to turn once, to smile, or wave. But you didn’t. You just continued walking away from me, while I stayed there watching your silhouette becoming smaller, and smaller with time, until it disappeared completely. There was nothing else to wait. “What happened?” she asked me when I turned my head again towards the platform. “She let me go, finally,” was all I could say.

When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is no name for a parent, a grieving mother, or a devastated father who have lost their child. Because the pain behind the loss is so immeasurable and unbearable, that it cannot be described in a single word. It just cannot be described.

never try to understand a girl: either you go crazy or fall in love with her.

I don't write stories, I write characters.

I believe that most websites suck because HiPPOs create them. HiPPO is an acronym for the “Highest Paid Person’s Opinion.

We are often let down by the most trusted people and loved by the most unexpected ones. Some make us cry for things that we haven't done, while others ignore our faults and just see our smile. Some leave us when we need them the most, while some stay with us even when ask them to leave. The world is a mixture of people. We just need to know which hand to shake and which hand to hold! After all that's life, learning to hold on and learning to let go.

Fictional characters also evolve, the way human being do in real life.

I feel like I am a diluted version of myself. A piece of crayon that was left unused. An abandoned car that was forgotten by its owner. I feel like I am a roadside accident. People are just stopping by to see the damage, but no one is trying to help me. I want you to come back and stop me from burning my own fuel. I want you to put me back in the pack of crayons. I want you to make me whole again.

Yes i am sad because i want to be happy, if never want to be a happy i never became sad

Your job won't take care of you when you'll be sailing through loneliness or going though a tragedy in life. Your friends will. Make good friends and stay in touch.

There was the promise of a very fine day.

Let the waves carry you where the light can not.

I feel like, I was going somehow with my life, holding myself together and then these blasts happened, and then suddenly I was paralyzed. I was not able to move, or to even hold myself intact. As if like I was fallen into this unconscious state, of eternal sleep. When I was asleep, somebody came and disassembled me into thousands of pieces and then hurriedly put me back together in a second, losing some of my pieces on the ground, or placing some of them incorrectly – you know, that kind of feeling” “How do you feel?” She added. Apparently, she was asking me back everything. “I’m still not able to sleep on her side of the bed” I faked a smile.

There comes a time in your life, when you are left with too many yesterdays and very less tomorrows. When you can look back and relive all the golden moments of your life. You would laugh thinking about your graduation day, or the teacher who changed your life, or how you met your soulmate. But then, you look ahead and you would realize that there is no future – no tomorrow to look forward to, and nothing to plan. Then what would you do? How would you go on and live a future that doesn't exist?

Life is a Game; More You Play, More you learns

when you fall; it's not the ending; It's the next chance to perform better than the last one

every ‘no’ exists along with a corresponding ‘yes’.

why share your pain when you know they are incapable of reducing it’.

The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned.

My expectations don’t have a limitation. It will modify according to your abilities.

Save for retirement. Start from your first paycheck.

Does it really hurt? Loving?

whatever eyes can speak mouth nevers

Even the ruins can be turned into homes, only with the right person.

My heart is like a Mockingbird, it sings of your enthralling soul every now and then. And, even when I yearn to evade the lyric. I can't. Because, as it turns out, it's a sin to kill a Mockingbird.

What should I call you? A friend, a stranger, or a lover? I remember the day you laid your eyes on me the first time. There was just something unwavering about that moment. It wasn’t peaceful or absolute. It was definite. Something that was bound to happen. It was like as if our souls were waiting for us to collide. And oh we did! We collided like meteors, giving this universe a spectacular view. From my 2 am thought that used to keep me up at night, you soon became my 2 am call. From an almost stranger to my skin, you became a part of me. But just like every collision, ours also had to end in destruction. The 2 am call soon became a 2 am thought. The thought still keeps me up at night, but not for the same reasons. From strangers to lovers and lovers to strangers again, our journey hasn’t been ordinary. Someone asked me about you today and for a moment, I didn’t know what to call you. Who are you to me now? A friend – no. Definitely not a lover. I guess, you and I – we are just strangers with memories.

You were the colors to my monochrome life. My morning light and my midnight dream. Flawed, yet whole. You used to think that you weren’t enough – but you were enough for me. You were my first everything. My fire. My tornado. You were the eye of my storm. The moment I saw you, I knew you were going to destroy my life. But I let it happen. There was just something magical and outlandish about playing with fire that I couldn’t resist. I wanted to be as close as I could to the idea of destroying myself. It didn’t happen out of the blue. Day by day – moment by moment, I started to lose myself. With every kiss, you took away a part of me. Until one day, I woke up and I wasn’t myself anymore. I never thought that a disaster could be so damn beautiful. I don’t regret it. But I regret waking up next to an empty bed and how unceremoniously you left when the damage was done. I saw your picture today, holding someone else’s hand. And it made me realize that some disasters don’t make a sound. Not every destruction stands still. Some of them might walk right past you.

No Matter what you're, Matter is ; What you do.

You can challenge the society; But can't the time

We are all like seasons. We change when it's time.

You can’t grow more love, neither can you transfer it from one person to another.

Some stories never end, but leave them dangling; Those stories don’t move, but life moves on.

let you know I was there… “I listened to you… “I cared for you… “I knew you… “I wasn’t able to show all that but I was almost that much into you… “…as you were into me.

Uncertainty is like a dark tunnel, where fear lingers behind every move you make.

when a guy likes a girl, they don’t remain friends.

every mistake is not meant to be amended. Every secret is not meant to be disclosed.

The love that lasts the longest is the love which is never returned.

The more you resist change, the more it will be painful for you to accept it.

The presence of a part of your soul in my heart is like a horse that pulls a chariot. If I lose it, I'll stop.

You are one peerless river to the city that I am. You always pilot inundations and bequeath scars on my irreproachable soul.

Promises aren't like shooting stars, if broken you get to make a wish. They are like sheets of paper, once torn they won't carry the same essence.

শয়তানের সবচেয়ে বড় শয়তানি, সে মানুষকে বিশ্বাস করিয়েছে শয়তান অলীক, অবাস্তব।

beauty of life never lay in logic.

Life is a Game; More you play, More you learns

Her lips, pure pink, never needed any extra colour. But her smile was something to hold out for. So lively, so perfect, captivating, bewitching, delighting, enthralling… I never found enough words to describe it.

It is telling commentary on economic orthodoxy that a whole subdiscipline--behavioral economics--and a raft of lab experiments are needed to show that humans often fail to behave with the rationality expected of them.

Kaushik, what about a picture?” my father suggested. I shook my head. I had left my camera, my father’s old Yashica, at school. “But you always have it with you.” That look of irritated disappointment, the one that had appeared the day my mother died and was missing now that he’d married Chitra, passed briefly across my father’s face. “I forgot it,” I said. It was true, I did always have the camera with me. Even on quiet weekends when I came home and my father and I saw no one I would bring it, taking it with me on walks. This time I had left it behind, knowing that I would not want to document anything. “I don’t understand,” my father said. “Neither do I,” I replied. “You haven’t wanted a picture of anything in years.” “That’s not true.” “It is.” We were stating facts and at the same time arguing, an argument whose depths only he and I could fully comprehend.

The girl who ruled my dreams but I was never there in her thoughts. The girl who was there in my life but never really came into my life and yet changed every bit of it. The girl I last loved… the girl… who never loved me back.

Someone told me the morning runs are the best healings and I was really curious to to know and yes he was right Birds chirping, cold winds and the view that always was there but blurred because of my impatient eyes rushing for work.

The girl passed. The girl I last loved. The girl who ruled my dreams but I was never in her thoughts. The girl who was there in my life but never really came into my life and yet changed every bit of it. The girl I last loved. The girl... who never loved me back.

We can heal our superficial wounds, but how do we kill the pain inside? How can we heal something which no one except us can feel? There is no doctor, no medicine, and no remedy for something like that. People die from sadness almost every day. How can someone be saved from drowning in a whirlpool of their own thoughts?

From the very beginning she had felt clear-eyed, aware that in a matter of weeks it would end. In another two weeks everything would be wiped clean—they would be in different countries, the keys to both Kaushik’s and Giovanna’s apartments in the hands of other people. And this knowledge allowed her once more to step out of her jeans as Navin’s voice spoke into the room. Even the fact that Kaushik had to wear a condom helped to keep him in his place, reminding her, whenever he paused to rip open the little packet, that in spite of what they were about to do, they would remain separate. Such thinking was a consequence of Julian, she knew. She supposed that all those years of loving a person who was dishonest had taught her a few things.

It is said that when a person is experiencing death, and when shards of life begins to disintegrate from his mortal body, he starts getting a flashback of his entire life right in front of his eyes, like a reverie – a dream, or sometimes even a nightmare. When a person is dying, he can get a brief look of all the significant milestones of his life right in front of his eyes, as if time doesn’t exist and he is still right there, in that moment, where everything is possible; where he can get a piece of forever, while living in that uninvited flashback, and dying in his life, both at the same time.

অন্য সব প্রাণীর মত মানুষেরও প্রাথমিক চাহিদা খাদ্য, বাসস্থান আর বংশবৃদ্ধি। কিন্তু চতুর্থ আর একটা কারণের জন্য মানুষ অন্যদের থেকে আলাদা হয়েছে- জিজ্ঞাসা। চাঁদ পৃথিবী থেকে কতটা দূরে তা নিয়ে বাঘের কোন মাথাব্যাথা নেই। প্রজাপতি বা গণ্ডার কোনদিন অভিকর্ষ নিয়ে চিন্তা করেছে বলে জানা যায় না। কিন্তু মানুষ করেছে। বনে কেন আগুন লাগে, চাকা কেন গড়ায়, পাখি কেন ওড়ে, মাছ কেন জলে থাকে ইত্যাদি নানা জিজ্ঞাসা চিরটাকাল মানুষকে জ্বালিয়ে এসেছে, আরও কত জ্বালাবে কে জানে? মানুষ এই সব প্রশ্নের উত্তর খুঁজতে চেয়েছে, বেশ কিছু খুঁজেও পেয়েছে, আর পেয়ে নিজেকে মোটামুটি জ্ঞানী বলেই মনে করে; যদিও এই বিশ্বের শতকরা ৯৬ ভাগই তাঁর অজানা। তাই সেই জিজ্ঞাসার শেষ আজও হয় নি। আমাদের স্কুল- কলেজ আর সাধারণ জ্ঞান বইগুলো বেশ মজার। তাঁরা আমাদের এই জিজ্ঞাসার উত্তর দিতে চেষ্টা করে, এবং অনেক ক্ষেত্রেই ভুল উত্তর দেয়। আর আমরাও ছাপার অক্ষর পরম ব্রহ্ম মেনে তাঁদের ধ্রুবসত্য হিসেবে মেনে চলি।

I have outgrown many things. I have outgrown relatives who gladly offer criticism but not support. I have outgrown my need to meet my family's unrealistic expectations of me. I have outgrown girls who wear masks and secretly rejoice at my misfortunes. I have outgrown shrinking myself for boys who are intimidated by my intelligence and outspoken nature. I have outgrown friends who cannot celebrate my accomplishments. I have outgrown people who conveniently disappear whenever life gets a little dark. I have outgrown those who take pleasure in gossiping and spreading negativity. I have outgrown dull, meaningless conversations that feel forced. I have outgrown those who don't take a stand against ignorance and injustice. I have outgrown trying to please everyone. I have outgrown society constantly telling me I'm not beautiful, smart, or worthy enough. I have outgrown trying to fix every little flaw. I have outgrown my tendency to fill my mind with self-doubt and insecurity. I have outgrown trying to find reasons not to love myself. I have outgrown anything and anyone that does not enrich the essence of my soul. I have outgrown many things, and I've never felt freer.

Babe, if we play tennis, what would be the score?? love-love 0-0

Analyse it; chance of getting succeed are always greater than failure

At the break of the dawn, down on my knees, Humbled by your grace, I gather myself, To be worthy of what I must become. Soon the sun will shine bright, Your grace judges not, May all burn to ashes what is not noble, May what remain be sparkling white. May the past be not a burden, but a guiding light, May I see beyond doubt, May I have the will, may I have the courage, To become what I am. Prepared I am to take on the lead, To go miles in the dark, to carve roads where there are none, To rule the kingdom of life, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. I rise to hold your sword as mine, To fight worthy wars, to tame distant challenges, In thy name, I rise to serve, I rise to shine.

Not many people can choose and fewer still can stay put. Only for those who can choose and stay put is life beautiful. We choose what is within us. First level of choice: Choose not to choose. Even not choosing is a choice. A choice of cowards Second level of choice: Choose not to be. Even not being is choice. A choice of humans Third level of choice: Choose to be. Being definitely is a choice. A choice of Gods.

But you don’t wear an engagement ring.” “I don’t have one.” He studied the bangle, turning it slowly around. “What kind of man proposes without a ring?” She explained, then, that there had not been a proposal, that she hardly knew Navin. She was looking away, at a dried-out plant on the terrace, but she felt his eyes on her, intrigued, unafraid. “Then why are you marrying him?” She told him the truth, a truth she had not told anybody. “I thought it might fix things.” He did not question her further. Unlike her friends back in America, who either thought she was doing something outrageously stupid or thrillingly bold, Kaushik neither judged nor commended her, and the formal presentation of the facts, the declaration that she was taken, opened the door. Only his kisses, rough, aggressive kisses that were nothing like Navin’s schoolboy behavior at her door, made Hema feel guilty. But the rest of what they did that night felt fresh, new, because she and Navin had never done them before, and there was nothing with which to compare. Navin had never looked at her body unclothed, never explored her with his hands, never told her she was beautiful. Hema remembered that it was Kaushik’s mother who had first paid her that compliment, in a fitting room shopping for bras, and she told this to Kaushik. It was the first mention, between them, of his mother, and yet it did not cause them to grow awkward. If anything it bound them closer together, and Hema knew, without having to be told, that she was the first person he’d ever slept with who’d known his mother, who was able to remember her as he did. His bare feet were warm, surprisingly smooth against her soles as they lay afterward side by side. He slept on his back and at one point was startled awake by a nightmare, lunging forward and springing off the edge of the bed before falling asleep again. It was Hema who stayed awake, listening to him breathing, craving his touch again as light came into the sky. In the morning, looking into the small mirror over the sink in Kaushik’s bathroom, she saw that the area around her lips, at the sides of her mouth, was covered with small red bumps. And she was pleased by that unbecoming proof, pleased that already he had marked her.

SLUT: Strategic Labour Utilization Tracker,

My heart is an open book,but you don't know how to read it

Life is short; the world rotates everyday.

Kaushik lifted the camera to his face, took a picture, and set the camera down at his feet. He dipped his hands into the water, cooling off his neck and face, not expecting its salty taste. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, felt the sun strike his skin. He wanted to swim to the cove as Henrik had, to show his mother he was not afraid. He took off his sunglasses, leaving them in the boat next to his camera. The speck in his vision rose and fell, erasing its random trail. He held on to the edge of the boat, swinging his legs over the side, lowering himself. The sea was as warm and welcoming as a bath. His feet touched the bottom, and so he let go.

Eyes are windows to the soul’ was so true for her.

Memories throwing random questions at me…

She was the only girl who didn’t run out of conversation;

I walked on, never to look back. I walked alone. I walked away from the girl… I last loved.

It wasn't until she was on the ramp leading to the plane that she realized what she'd left behind. Her bangle, the one she never removed, the one Kaushik had hooked his finger through that first night, drawing her to him. She saw it now in her mind, sitting in the gray plastic tray she'd placed it in before passing through the security gate. She turned around, began walking in the opposite direction, back to the woman who had taken her boarding pass.

She was never mine, yet she changed every bit of me.

you know everything about each other, but whatever you went through made you strangers.

Whoever she is… she is the one.

Figure out what you really want. Prioritise them and never fear to trade, though stay careful whether you are trading up or down.

I am India. Being an Indian freelance Digital marketing expert, I make sure to take the complete SEO requirements of the clients myself. I audit the entire project myself and decide how I can be helpful in adding meaningful value to the business of my clients.

Double Taxation Avoidance Agreements (DTAA): Mr. Kaushik, a US citizen, living in UK having an income from investments in India should be taxed only once on his Indian income. If his income is taxed in all three jurisdictions, he may not be able to get anything after tax and would cause him undue hardship. Double taxation means taxing the same income more than once.

Some stories are beautiful in itself, they need not be completed.

I kept on stuffing my mind with useless things so that I didn’t think about her. But somehow she sneaked in

Books were my saviour, my escape… my best friends.

Earlier we used to talk on anything and everything. Now most of the things seemed out of context.

He doesn’t know how to love you. He doesn’t know you. I do!

The girl who changed my life… The girl who never bid goodbye… …but who always left me alone… The girl I last loved…

The girl passed. The girl I last loved. The girl who ruled my dreams but I was never in her thoughts. The girl who was there in my life bit never really came into my life and yet changed every bit of it. The girl I last loved. The girl... who never loved me back.

I was in a turmoil. Does friendship really offer a door to love or it’s like being ‘just’ friends? She knows I am interested in her but she’ll see me just as a friend. I will hang around. She will notice me. She will find me a great guy, yet won’t think about me in that way. Moreover, I won’t be able to approach her, lacking the courage to risk our friendship. This is roughly equivalent to the scenario where a guy goes to a job interview and the company says, “You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we were looking for, but we are not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis of comparison for all other applicants. We are still going to hire somebody else who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. However, if it doesn’t work out, we will still hire somebody but not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person we hired.

You can only decide who the winner is if they are running the same race. For some, success is about doing well in life, while others find joy in making good friends. Someone excels as a daughter; some hit it as an entrepreneur; some find their love.

A lot of government welfare programs, as we already saw earlier in this chapter, go wrong because government designs them without taking account of the fact that those meant to carry out the enforcement are also agents with their own ambitions and desires, such as the ration shop owners in the case of India’s food distribution system.

In affection you seek refuge, in love you protect

I did not love a wrong person. I loved the right person at a wrong time.

I don't want you to understand I love you. I want you to realize I love you.

Every reader is a writer in disguise. We are the ones who gives the bunch of words its due appreciation.

There aren't always BUTs and ANDs in life. Sometimes there are full stops.

Everyone has a choice, make sure it is the right one.

According to science/religion/philosophy, there is a part/piece/place in our body that is the source of our energy. It has no end or beginning. It is the concentration of everything that we are made up of. It is our version of the Chicago-fire that burns us down, only to make us emerge from our ashes like the Phoenix. It makes us who we are. Unfortunately, it hasn’t been named yet. They can’t find a word in any language that can explain the sheer beauty and infinite power that it holds. They must have never met you. If it were up to me, I would have named “it” after you. You.

State can become threat to individual life, cause of individual liberty.

We all have deeply ingrained fanaticism for things we can't have and often ignore the greatest things happening to us. Oh the lux and lustrous mirage.