Who I am?


I’ll tackle this “Who I am” challenge by introducing myself through these ‘Twelve Random Facts’ about me.

1. My name is Radhika.  I came to Mumbai on 2nd June,2015. I am studying Filmmaking and TV production. For next, two years, you will find me in Mumbai.After this I don’t know where will I go. For all those bank forms and other forms- I don’t have any permanent house address. My college address is my permanent address.

2. My mother tongue is Hindi. I write my diary in three languages- Hindi, English and French. I think, I speak in two- English and Hindi.

3. I studied in a convent school. I always hated my school, but I love my school campus a lot.My friends and I used to reach school earlier than other students. We used to have a walk in that beautiful campus. We used to discuss life, career , intellectual and not so intellectual stuff. My school campus will always be the most beautiful and peaceful place for me. I still miss my school campus.

4. Since teenage, I believe in competing with myself, ONLY. I don’t believe in comparing myself or my life with any one else. At the end of the day, I try to be a better human being than yesterday.

5. My love for food is known to all foes and friends of mine.

6. I love to travel. You will find my footprints in almost every state of India. In future, I might leave everything behind ( phone, laptop, camera and other stuffs). And start living, for sometime, in some abandoned place in the Himalayas. The only reason, I have not done this yet, is because my mother will freak out.

7. When I was in 4th standard, during my English conversation and recitation exam, my teacher scolded me really like a monster.Because of which I lost all my confidence in reading and talking to people.I still remember how my left leg used to shiver , when my turn for class reading used to come. Although I got stuck with that for a long time( till 8th standard) , but I got over with it.But believe me, even when I was in 12th standard, and if out of the blue moon I saw her, chills used to ran through my spine. Now, in college when I give my presentations confidently. In my mind, I really thank all my earlier classmates who helped me in recovering from that experience and supported me.

8. I love to read books. I used to have more books than clothes, in my cupboard. When I was a teenager, I was the member of three libraries in my city.

9. I know how to play guitar. Its been five years now, but I am still stuck at beginners level.

10. According to,
My father- I am, rebellious and stubborn.And my mother and sister has a big hand in spoiling me.
My mother- I am sensible, wise and careless. She wants me to enjoy my life to the fullest. And be financially stable in life. (which she doubt, I will)
My  sister- I am half mad, very lazy. Who never cared about the society.
My younger brother- he is still discovering me as his sister.
My dearest friends-I am extremely careless in keeping up with my good health. They behave, as if I am going to die because of my health, in upcoming years.

11. I am usually not scared of anyone. But I am scared of ‘myself’. I don’t know the reason.

12. It’s been almost eight months to my college life. I have experienced a lot of development and changes in me. Some changes, I have accepted. Some, I am still struggling to accept in life.

If there is anything else You want to know about me, ask!

Thank You, for taking out your time to read it.


The girl with roses


Sitting on the Marine Drive, a girl approached my friend and me. She was selling roses. Insisting us to buy roses. On asking her to pose for us. She cheerfully agreed. She got tired after posing for a while. And sat with us on the pavement, unfolding her story. Sitting beside me, looking at her pictures on my camera. She got curious, wanting to know how a camera works.

At a tender age of five, selling roses. Not knowing where her mother would be, no acknowledgment about other family members. With no worries about the past, present and future. She inspired me in every single way possible.

In that particular moment, on that particular day. Being far more luckier than her, in every aspect, I was far less happier than her.

In that air of distraction, she posed with utmost sincerity and carelessness. My friend offered her money as a token of thank you. She refused to accept the money. Somehow convinced her to accept the money. In return, she hold my fingers, and handed me a rose. Saying, Rakh lo(Keep It). She made my day.

I think, as grown ups, we often forget to cherish the child inside us. Appreciate what you have rather than what others have.