Ranjh vs. Deadlines: A Tragicomedy of the Heart and the HR Department

 

Dear Readers,

Some people go to the gym to build resilience.
I, however, rely on heartbreak and Excel sheets.

Because honestly — after surviving ghosting, gaslighting, and Google Meet lighting — what’s left to fear in life?

So, come again, Ranjh hi sahi, dil hi dukhane ke liye aa.
I need practice before Monday’s meeting.

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🧠 Scene 1: Heartbreak Bootcamp

You think heartbreaks are tragedies? Oh, honey — they’re training programs.

You cry, you refresh the chat bubble, you replay voice notes until Spotify files a complaint… and then — boom — emotional endurance unlocked.

Now when your boss says, “We need to talk,” your nervous system simply shrugs,
“Please, I’ve been left on ‘seen’ for two years. Try harder.”

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☕ Scene 2: Stress, My Old Frenemy

There’s a certain art to living with stress. You water it like a houseplant, feed it caffeine, and name it something cute like ‘Anxiety, Junior’.

Every morning you wake up like, “What flavor of chaos are we having today?”
Traffic? Boss’s mood swing? Existential dread?
Surprise me.

And then there’s always that one optimistic co-worker who says, “It’s all about perspective!”
Yeah? Well, my perspective says you’re about to get side-eyed into another dimension, Shweta.

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💔 Scene 3: Love vs. Life (Round 47)

See, love breaks your heart softly — with violins, rain, and emotional damage.
Life breaks your soul — with tax deadlines, group projects, and that one printer that only jams when you’re late.

At least love gives you a playlist. Life gives you buffering.

But still, we fall.
We fall in love. We fall in deadlines. We fall in stairs.
And every time, we get up like a true Bollywood hero — bruised, but ready for the next scene.

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💃 Scene 4: The Ultimate Plot Twist — You

Because somewhere between heartbreaks, hiccups, and HR emails, you start laughing.
You realize pain is basically life’s gym membership — it tones your sarcasm and strengthens your patience.

Now when something goes wrong, you don’t cry — you just stare dramatically into the distance and whisper,
“Background music, please.”

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🎬 Epilogue: Come Again, Chaos

So yes, Ranjh hi sahi, dil hi dukhane ke liye aa —
Come again, heartbreak, stress, awkward meetings, confusing adulthood —
Because every time you return, I learn a new coping skill.
Like journaling. Or sarcasm. Or pretending to meditate while rage-eating samosas.

And one fine day, when the world finally asks,
“How are you so calm under pressure?”
You’ll just smile mysteriously and say —
“I was trained by heartbreak, deadlines, and traffic jams.”

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See you next week, dear readers.
Until then, may your Wi-Fi stay strong, your coffee stay loyal, and your boss remain slightly distracted.

💌 Good night — and if chaos calls, tell it you’re busy but flattered.