Nonameous

You may wonder, "What on earth is this man trying to convey with such a fictional title?" Come on, doesn't it sound catchy? Lend me your ears lads, because this is going to be one hell of an explanation. So you see, I had this friend. For starters, people would look at him and assume him to be an average student. Look closer at his social media accounts, and you'll think of him to be an astounding playboy ruling over the condos with lust and love. However, it is the former assumption which stands true to this day. You see, this young lad never had his chance at love, let alone lust. To be honest, his love life was more or less like the moon. It's only his side that was visible, and was shown, and was the only thing people (and himself) could feel. The other side was just black. Nothing at all. Deserted. So after a couple of incidents, he decided to let go off all of this. His friends, including me, told him he was worth better, but he wouldn't listen...

So, this evening was like any other evening. I would go to my German language class in the hopes of getting out of here soon, then head to a special spot where a bunch of us unlike-minded people meet and attain enlightenment together after which I hit the gym and you know, move stuff. Anyway, here I am doing my own thing on the treadmill when an elderly couple show up for a trial class. Nothing out of the ordinary right? But the thing is, the man was a typical Indian grandpa who you'd find sipping tea with a newspaper in the mornings (6 A.M, yeah...I know) while cribbing about how things were different in his time, and the woman was a red-headed Irish woman who kept smiling and encouraging this man (her husband) to work out. Now, this might seem normal to most people but just put yourself in either of their shoes and try to imagine the scenario in which they might have met. (Easily 60 odd years ago) Me being in a heightened state of mind didn't let this slide easily as I w...

After countless advice from numerous people (known and unknown), it finally boiled down to the three of us (mom,dad and I).  Semester 5 begins the next day and my highly disappointed parents decide to use their last weapon (the infamous guilty conscience) and told me "It's your decision. It's your life. Don't waste it." I was pretty sure that I wanted to drop out but after hearing this, I felt guilty and confused. Deciding to go along with my startup, I went back to my room, adjusted my timeline and started coding.  I woke up the next day around 9 AM and now reality starts creeping towards you like a tidal wave. I'm no longer a student and what will I tell my clients/customers when they ask about my educational background? In the end every interaction regarding that went on better than I expected, they were more confident in me and my abilities. My product was a location based e-commerce platform connecting local stores. I decided to use all my savings on...

Its been almost two hours since I woke up. It took me half an hour to get ready, 10 minutes to have breakfast and 15 minutes to drive to work. That's almost an hour, right? How did my entire head space managed to get so fucked up in less than an hour then? Ill give you the answer...parents. I don't think they realize that how you wake up pretty much determines how your entire day is going to go. I don't consider the small act of opening your eyes and lying there in bed, checking your phone as 'waking up'. I don't think a person is fully awake until you have groggily walked into the bathroom, after your regular morning news update (by that I mean Instagram, duh!), brushed your teeth and showered after which, you interact with the rest of the members of the household and finally, have a cup of coffee. If you live alone, maybe you're not fully awake until you leave the house for your regular routine, be it an early morning jog, gym, classes or work and the...

Do you ever talk to someone and feel...happy? Not the kind of happy people talk about feeling with their SOs or family. Not the conventional, I'm smiling and laughing kind of happy that comes from this feeling called love, be it romantic or platonic. I mean the kind of happy that makes you feel light, at ease and can only come from another person's natural vibe. Like, you're having a conversation with this person and you're not anxious, you're not intimidated, you're not worried...You're just talking. When was the last time you had a conversation which wasn't loaded with pain? Or worry? Or any negative emotion? When was the last time you had a conversation that didn't have this dark cloud just looming over it? I've been having those conversations. Untainted. Colourful. Carefree. Its like running through a field of soft, delicate flowers, when there's a slight yet cold breeze which, at any other time would make you feel a little cold, but r...