Nehemiah Dhariwal

Trigger Warning : This post revisits themes of physical punishment and trauma from United Christian Boys Hostel, now exploring the immediate aftermath for the enforcer. Reader discretion advised. Based on my lived experience, written as the memory blurs yet persists. The Reckoning I Witnessed:  What Happened to the Study Incharge? When I shared the searing memory of those 80-90 hand strikes in the crowded sleeping room of United Christian Boys Hostel, I left a question lingering—one I know many of you have pondered. What became of the study incharge, that 6th or 7th grader who swung a wooden stick with such force over my zero on an English test? Did he walk away unscathed, leaving my pain as a distant echo? Or did the universe, in its unyielding way, demand a reckoning? As I write this tonight, October 16, 2025, at 08:56 PM IST, the answer floods back—not years later, as a distant discovery, but in the same year, unfolding before my eyes. The memory is blurring now, edges softening...

Trigger Warning: This post describes physical punishment involving intense pain and potential trauma. It reflects on outdated practices once common at United Christian Boys Hostel but since reformed. Reader discretion advised. Based on my direct experience; the study incharge system was abolished years later after seniors, including myself, pushed for changes. ## The Hostel World of Rules and Ranks At United Christian Boys Hostel, during my 5th-grade year, life felt like stepping into a mini-military camp, worlds apart from the day schoolers who commuted from home and knew nothing of our isolated routines. Away from family, 12–14 boys crammed into each sleeping room filled with cots and double-decker beds, sharing tight spaces, whispers, and the weight of unyielding rules. Study hours, bedtimes, and silence after lights out were enforced with iron fists—academic performance was non-negotiable, with each grade having its own "study incharge" appointed by the warden to oversee...

  Content Warning: This post discusses domestic violence and may be triggering for some readers. The smell of burning fabric still lingers in my memory, sharp and acrid, like a wound that never fully heals. I was just a child, huddled in the dim light of our home in North India, where my father, a priest in the Church of North India, was supposed to embody love and grace. But that night, his rage consumed everything—my brother’s clothes, my mother’s safety, and my trust in the religion he preached. My elder brother had left that day to drop my two elder sisters at boarding school. He didn’t return, choosing to stay with my father’s relatives. The absence seemed to ignite something in my father, a possessive jealousy that had long festered. I watched, frozen, as he piled my brother’s clothes into a heap and set them ablaze. The flames danced wildly, mirroring the chaos in his eyes. My mother, desperate to stop him, doused the fire with water. That act of defiance unleashed his fury....

Dear Friend, I’m Nehemiah Dhariwal from Dhariwal. I’m super curious to know about you and hope you’ll write back soon!   This morning, as I was sipping my tea, I started wondering—are you a tea lover, or does coffee steal your heart? Honestly, I enjoy both.   I don’t really believe in zodiac signs, but just for fun—I’m a Cancer. Apparently, Cancers are quite emotional, and I’d say that fits me sometimes! What’s your zodiac sign? Do you think it matches your personality, or are you more practical or analytical?   Recently, I watched KGF and loved it! Are you into movies or are you more of a cricket fan? I’ve actually never played cricket and wouldn’t know where to start.   People say I’m a glass-half-full kind of guy. How about you—glass half full or half empty? I have a hunch you’re the optimistic type!   We haven’t met yet, but I hope we will someday and chat about everything under the sun. Until then, take care of yourself and do write...

A few years back, my elder brother’s friend Vijay Kumar told me he knew a potential marriage match for me—the sister of one of his friends. Soon after, my family, Vijay Kumar, and I all set off to meet the girl and her family in Amritsar. From the moment we arrived, her family welcomed us so warmly. They were joyful and made us feel right at home. After some tea ☕, the girl's brother called her in. She entered quietly, visibly shy and nervous (which is pretty common in these situations). Honestly, I didn’t feel any spark—maybe I didn’t like her that way, or maybe just nothing clicked for me. As per Punjabi custom, we gathered outside to talk it over. Vijay Kumar asked for my opinion, and I admitted I didn’t feel a connection. My family felt the same. It became clear to the girl’s family that things weren’t going to work out. Her shyness melted away, only to be replaced by noticeable sadness as she quietly slipped back into her room. Watching her reaction, a wave of guilt rushed ove...

  Dhariwal, Punjab is home to a unique and thoughtful individual, Nehemiah Dhariwal. A passionate writer, he shares his insights and experiences through his blogs on platforms like Blogger and WordPress. Beyond his writing, Nehemiah also dedicates his time as a volunteer, public speaker, and life coach. As an INFP, Nehemiah embodies the traits of an introverted, intuitive, feeling, and perceiving personality type, according to the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. He thrives in quiet and peaceful settings, drawing energy from within, preferring meaningful connections over superficial interactions. This introspective nature fuels his love for ideas, concepts, and the deeper meanings of life, allowing him to see possibilities where others might only see facts. Nehemiah's heart-centered approach to life shines through his values, where feelings and authenticity guide his decisions. He's a romantic comedy enthusiast and a self-proclaimed "hopeless romantic". This passion exten...