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Yes, I am Naruto Uzumaki and u can become one

When I was in my last year of high school I started watching the Naruto series. This one the darkest time in my life. I was an average student doing my computer science course in a Govt school. All of the family members excluding my mom and teachers in my school label me as a failure. I don't have good scores in exams like my cousins and how much I try I always make silly mistakes and lose some points in exams. I started to think that I was a failure at that time. One of my friends suggested this series and has been a failure student and lost interest in studies. Naruto was the series that gave me the push I needed it made me feel like a failure like me can be successful if I put in constant effort and have the resolve to do it. For me, Naruto, the Might guy changed my life. I didn't get a good score on the final year exam of high school but I didn't lose myself and still put in the effort. And yeah finally all these efforts started to show up in my college years. Today I am earning more than my dad or any of my cousins or uncles and everyone looks up to me as a genius kid. I don't have hatred toward any of my family members and teachers because now I realize they didn't know the world. I still watch Naruto when ever I lose motivation to go forward.

Got my hike but lost my mom forever...

Posted this in Deloitte private group, sharing for everyone to see the reality of Deloitte: Last year, I worked the hardest I had every worked. I had the most toxic environement with my client and my team. I still stayed extremely quiet and silent, continued to work through some of the darkest days in my life. I thought of offing myself atleast 2 times in the last year. I was given a 16% hike which was the highest in my entire team. I was not happy. The reason was that my mom was extremely sick last year. I sent my sisters money to take care of her but she had severe upper respiratory distress that had made it's way to her lungs. I could only meet her last Diwali. I was completely torn when she left us forever last February. I had to man up and act in accordance with what society expects from me. I did not cry at all, I finished her rites and came back to Gurgaon. My girlfriend has been a solid support to me. She has been my rock through all of this pain. But my only regret is that I didn't see my mom more often. I have gotten my hike for the hard work. Was my mom really worth 16% hike? FUCK YOU DELOITTE. I AM LEAVING SOON.

Hey Guzaarish.....locked for life

The Song That Took Me Back This morning was like any other—a blur of packing lunchboxes, shouting gentle reminders to sleepy kids, and navigating the endless to-dos of a mom’s life. I was in the middle of my daily dance, juggling idlis and chutney, when a song started playing in the background. Not just any song. Our song. Aamir and Asins love story ...AR Rahman composed ....from the movie Ghajini....Hey Guzaarish.... Seventeen years ago, we were just two young, naive dreamers discovering love in its crazy form. I remember the way he looked at me that day, his eyes filled with nervous excitement, as this very song played softly in the background. “Will you say yes to me?” he had asked, his voice trembling. That melody became the soundtrack of our love story—the one we cherished, the one that made my heart race every time I heard it. And here it was again, after all these years, sneaking into my chaotic morning. My hands froze mid-motion. For a moment, I wasn’t standing in my kitchen surrounded by steaming idlis and half-packed lunchboxes. I was transported back to that time, that place, where love was new and life felt boundless. I looked around. The song still played, but now I am the mother of his three kids—our three kids. The love we started with was still here, only fuller, richer, and more layered. It was no longer just in the way we looked at each other but in the chaos of our children, the quiet teamwork in our daily grind, and the comfort of knowing he’s still my partner in everything. I glanced at him across the room. He was tying a tiny shoelace, his face calm, unaware of the storm of emotions I was feeling. This is us now—parents, partners, and still, somehow, the same two people who fell in love all those years ago. Life doesn’t stop to let you bask in moments like these, but this morning, I let myself feel it all. The music faded, but its magic stayed. Seventeen years ago, he asked me to say yes. This morning, in the middle of my busy mom-life as his wife and the mother of his three kids, I realized how much that “yes” has meant.