About

I am thrilled to have you here. Welcome – My name is Neman Ashraf.

I have been serving in the police department for twenty-three years, and there isn’t much to boast about my professional career as I started and still remained at the very bottom of the hierarchy. While others are busy with important police work, crime-fighting, and whatnot… all I do is dispatch messages, security duties, and every other task of a relatively meager nature.

For almost three decades now, I’ve surfed the web like there’s no tomorrow. The intrigue of learning what, why, and how has always kept me connected to the internet. I watched, communicated, and observed. I passionately kept embracing everything that made sense to my dumb little brain. A truly charismatic experience.

Also, I happen to be suffering from excessive daydreaming since childhood. I love to spend hours imagining everything about my life down to the tiny detail. This has been going on since my early childhood, I used to daydream about romance in my teen years, then money in my mid-twenties and thirties, and now? Well, all I dream about now is a peaceful and relaxing life with no shadow of worries and regrets. It is hard to explain how beautiful my life is…. inside my head.

I grew up in a lower middle-class family and my parents took care of me and my siblings the best they could even with their limited resources. I remember being a bright student in the school and scoring top position was a given somehow. Things changed when I enrolled in college. I couldn’t handle the freedom and save myself from bad society. The result, I left the college and right at that moment…. sealed my fate!

I successfully resisted every single attempt of my parents to get me back on track. I wasn’t the same little boy after all. The best they could do was either yell or plea….which didn’t work.

Enlisted as a Constable in the Police force as I had no college degree to apply for a superior rank. The basic training pretty much laid the picture for what was about to become of me, but it was my first duty in the field where I was just standing somewhere with a rifle for twelve straight hours. That, very concisely, unfolded how immensely I have screwed myself over. I tried quitting but couldn’t find a better option. The best Job for my qualifications there ever was either as a waiter or office boy. I had already lost the will to study and frankly, my parents weren’t in the position to support me anyway.

I could sense the disappointment I’d caused them. It tore me apart.

So I started making compromises with my life. A fatal mistake. I could have funded private studies or tried doing any productive thing to improve my situation but I just didn’t. I don’t want to say this…. but I had either completely lost faith or maybe I was punishing myself? Years passed while I remained Idle. I would see people around me getting competitive and succeeding in all aspects of life and this kept killing me inside. I understand they rightfully deserved the good achievements since they aimed and strived for their goals.

In response to that, I structured the most resilient dome possible and shrunk myself into it. Just like a frog in the well. I remained online every minute, reading what others had to say, watching English movies, TV shows & documentaries, and chatting with anyone who seemed interesting. I happily made time to sit or lay Idle for hours daydreaming. My weird yet perfect little world helped me survive through the horrors and disappointments of reality.

The reality is that I am not living up to my full potential.

Got married and was blessed with two amazing children. A fourteen-year-old daughter who is brighter than I’ll ever be. And a boy named Shayan, he’s ten and keeps wreaking havoc in the home with all his playful mischieves. Their intellect and energy pleasantly surprised me.

As I see them grow and start their quest to face life. It struck me… what if they too turn out just like me? What if they also prefer becoming a wuss instead of facing challenges to make their way through? This thought scared me in all honesty. I cannot let them stay back and compromise with life-turning situations because of laziness or cowardice like their father. What a pathetic role model they’ve got to look up to. I can see that the quality of life I am providing them would just create another couple of mediocre human beings.

This cannot happen and for that, I have to kick myself hard and break this imaginary shell surrounding me. I will not fail them as I did to my Parents. Even if that requires moving heaven and earth.

Okay but how? What can I do except write that fancy claim of moving this and that? Oh my… I can write! Well… I like to think I can write well. There’s a worthy quantity of information and knowledge that I’ve consumed staying online all these years and also learned the English language while at it. Goodness,,, I can express my helpful opinion about many topics. May I very humbly state that I have valuable content to share with everyone.

They say that blogging is dead but I am one of those who still believe that a blog is the best way to communicate with the world and effectively create an awesome personal brand. To me, It is a composite of self-recognition, passion, and probably salvation. A perfect medium to learn and share.

Though an ungodly amount of time is wasted already. I am not youthful or energetic anymore, but enthusiasm is there and my will is strong. I started writing on Quora and the response was astoundingly encouraging. Countless words of appreciation and support made me realize I can do it.

I want to share my story, experiences, and thoughts with you while understanding perfectly that personal bloggers can indulge in narcissism easily which is unfair and something I despise. It is my hope that you will find my voice unique, my story entertaining and my opinion informative.

Please allow me to be of your service with my writing, and see if you or your loved ones aren’t making the mistakes that I so ignorantly made years back. Let my scenarios and presentations sink in, and you be the judge if your course of action needs a slight trajectory shift to ensure a promising and thriving future. All the personal accounts of regrets and failures that I’ll share with the hope that these will inspire growth in you as a person and believer. And bits of motivation to those who are not taking it seriously. I am certain that there are countless people like me, and they most likely will end up like me until they realize nothing happens until you move.

I am very thankful to you as you have made it to the end of this yawnfest. I appreciate it. Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions or advice for me. I can also be reached via Facebook, Twitter, Quora, and Medium. To be honest, this wasn’t easy to make a self-reflective analysis and present it before you unedited. To refresh all the saddening realities, I kept ignoring for years.

My blog is live now, viola! And here goes the vision, I’ll write, and by doing that consistently I’ll not only get recognition but also potentially earn something to improve the quality of life for myself and my family aka financial freedom. If not, my articles might prove to be helpful for some on the topics of personal growth, writing, and productivity. And if not even that… some of you might like and enjoy reading what I have to say.

In any case, I’ll go on and keep writing, for this is what I can do besides putting in twelve to sixteen hours working every day as a cop. I have always wished to live up to my full potential. And this is what I always wanted to do. I’ll not hold back, and I will be able to confidently tell myself that I tried and gave my best to the world. Good enough or not, but I gave my best!

This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.