Hai, I like to think of myself as a character from an old romantic novel—dramatic, slightly delusional, but convinced that everything will magically work out in the end. So far, the universe hasn’t proved me wrong (fingers crossed). Life’s thrown some plot twists my way, like losing my parents in childhood, but I’ve embraced it all with a smile on my face.
A Curious Explorer
Growing up without parents—or anyone to control me—came with an unexpected freedom. No one to dictate the rules, no path set in stone. So, I wondered. I tried on different things like outfits, some fitting for a while, others discarded without a second thought
I’ve been a vegan—until pizza seduced me back, and I grew tired of missing too many get-togethers as the only vegan in my friend circle.
I pursued medical school at first to follow in my cousin’s footsteps—until I realized that blood is absolutely not my thing. seriously, the moment I saw my first real incision, I knew my dream of becoming a doctor was over before it even began. More importantly, I knew I could never be as selfless as her—rushing into emergencies, pulling all-nighters, and sacrificing so much of her time to save lives. That’s some superhero-level dedication, and I’ve always been more of a sidekick kind of guy.
Maybe, by her standards, I’m a little more selfish—choosing a life that feels right for me rather than one that demands all of me. But hey, someone has to argue the legal side of things when doctors get into trouble, right? So I choose to become a lawyer later on, now juggling the same with my UPSC preparation. coming to this end had many twists and turns and some stops in my career as well, more on those details later in a separate post as all my career adventures.
So these are just a few things I discarded early on—no regrets. But like I said, I dive deep, so I’ve gathered a ridiculous amount of random knowledge along the way. Instead of letting it go to waste, I dump it all here on this blog, hoping it helps others who, like me, find themselves stuck in dilemmas. Think of it as me holding up a sign on the road saying, “Took this path. Here’s what I found. Proceed at your own risk.”
What ‘Comrade’ Means to Me
For a few important things in life, I started treating my people as comrades. To me, a comrade isn’t someone who will always solve your problems—but they’ll stand by you, cheering for your small wins and picking you up after failures. Or at the very least, they’ll lie beside you until you find the strength to rise again.
When someone meets with an accident or loses a loved one, people naturally feel empathy and rush to help. But those chasing dreams? They often struggle alone in the beginning. The fear of failure, and the lack of support—it can break their spirit, making many give up simply because they don’t know what to do next.
Career failures can be just as painful as physical injuries or personal losses. In fact, I’d argue it’s even more heartbreaking to watch someone fight for their dreams with no one backing them up. After all, very few people truly chase something—they just exist, like cows and goats, grazing through life without a real passion. And I’m not talking about those people.
Why I Started This Blog
That’s why I started writing—sharing everything I’ve learned and tried, sometimes with help from friends and seniors for deeper research. I named this blog Ravi Yalavarthi 707—the “707” is just for a James Bond-style flair.
All the effort I put into writing—thinking, typing, and collecting information—feels completely worth it when someone messages me saying they got into a great college or secured their dream job because of something I wrote.
I know their success is mainly due to their own efforts, but the idea that even a small write-up of mine helped someone reach their goal? That feeling is magical. Being even a small part of someone’s journey toward their dreams is something special.
In the toughest moments in my own life, the letters my mother left behind became my anchor, giving me hope and the courage to face the world without her. Reading her diaries made me miss her a little less each day.
Inspired by that, I started writing letters—first to my grandmother and friends, and now to all of you. Think of this as my way of reaching out, like a letter meant just for you. Maybe it won’t change your world, but if it eases your difficulties like a little butterfly crossing your path—not because it brings magic, but because, for a brief moment, its presence makes you smile when you need it the most.
The People Who Shaped Me
In all these years of loneliness—like a wild fox—there have been a few women who showed me what it means to love, to have purpose, and to feel deep emotions. They helped shape the person I am today. I’ve written about those women, and I continue to write about anyone who leaves a lasting impact on me whenever I meet them. Click here to read those women and their stories
Read or Don’t Read—It’s Up to You
When you have time, either read my write-ups one after another or don’t read them at all. I know this might sound arrogant, but I genuinely believe that if someone isn’t willing to put in the effort to understand what they’re pursuing, they won’t stay committed to their dreams for long. And honestly, I don’t want those kinds of people as my comrades either.
It’s completely fine if you just come here, read what I’ve posted, and leave without saying a word—not even a thank you or an appreciative comment. it’s perfectly okay for me.
But if you don’t like what I’ve written, remember—this is my personal blog. These are my thoughts and my views. I don’t claim to be perfect, nor do I expect everyone to agree with me.
So if my words don’t sit well with you, simply don’t come back.
Starting a Conversation with Me
If you like what I’m doing and want to start a conversation, just know that I’m a little unconventional. A simple “hi” will probably be ignored—not because I’m arrogant, but because I genuinely don’t know what to reply to something so small.
But if you come up with something interesting, something worth talking about, you might be surprised—we’ll probably end up talking much more than we ever expected.
You might think I’m avoiding people by doing all these things, but that’s not true. I just believe in having fewer but more meaningful friendships. I prefer calls over texts and would rather meet in person over coffee or pizza than just chat on the phone.
Does that sound old-school?
Maybe. But that’s just who I am. Even after being this selective, you might wonder—who puts in that much effort? But like I said, I see myself as a 1970s romantic novel hero. And just like him, I’ve grown up staying true to myself, never changing for anyone.
Yet somehow, the right people—the ones who truly like me for who I am—always find their way to me. That’s how it has always been.
When I was a child, heartbroken over a school friend who stopped talking to me and even changed his seat, I ran to my mother with tears in my eyes. She sat me down and said, “Not everyone stays, my dear. Sometimes, it’s not about you changing, but about their world shifting-new priorities, new paths. You just keep being you, and the right people will value you at the right time.” Her words stuck with me, and over the years, I’ve come to see myself and my writings as akin to rain. Some days, people cherish me, soaking in my stories and presence with joy; other days, they find me irrelevant, a nuisance on their parade. But here’s the thing- I haven’t changed. Like the rain, I remain constant, pouring out my heart whether I’m welcomed or not. People have come into my life, gifted me with beautiful moments, and left when their chapter ended, not because I became different, but because their priorities evolved. I’m still here, falling gently or fiercely, ready to refresh or be cursed, knowing that my essence endures through every season of connection and change.
And I hope the future brings a few more like that my way. and all the best to you, comrade.
This is Ravi Yalavarthi, and I’ll see you soon.
Click here to read stories of women in my life who influenced me