My Pseudo Intellectual Ramblings

I'm planning on beginning this by revealing a very embarrassing secret. Before anyone can snigger or start nodding their head to express solidarity over this generally hidden aspect of one's life, fear is an essential ingredient of someone's personality. It can give you the motivation to overcome certain barriers and hurdles, psychological or physical in nature and make you a better person, overall. However, all of this becomes irrelevant if you are afraid of pigeons. Taking a deep breath to justify my very rational fear of the feathered species, here's a short story about the incident which gave rise to my deep rooted hatred, but on closer inspection, genuine fear of the lumpy grey blob of a bird. I was never very comfortable around birds, the mere fact that they could fly up and swoop down according to their will would stir panic in me, because I couldn't do the same. How lucky must one be to find out that they were locked inside the house with their nemesi...

"Mom, could you check for monsters under my bed?" "Mommy, who is that on my bed?" Ah, nothing like a classic two liner horror story to begin with. As a child, I must say I was rather fortunate to focus my imagination on having a yellow octopus as a friend than to envision demonic entities lurking behind me when the curtains were drawn and lights turned off. Don't laugh, I know you had imaginary friends too, alright? However, in a bizarre turn of events, I started facing problems sleeping after a few years while my imagination soared to new heights (maybe the excitement was what didn't let me sleep) and thus, with utter disappointment, I realized that I had created a pet monster for myself too. I'm aware I called it a pet monster, but what else should I call the being who would keep staring at me, standing at the edge of my bed every night? The loyalty was unbelievable, and so was it's presence. I was never the best at making new friends, b...

Yes, an irksome and obnoxious choice of title for people with strong Type A personalities, yet I am going to undertake the painstaking job of narrating to everyone this ordeal as an attempt to escape the mountain of pending work that I have accumulated. A plethora of articles can be found online regarding the benefits and disadvantages of procrastination. So many, that I had to change the initial title of this article from 'The Pros of Procrastination' to what it is right now, since Google has the most devoted search results for the previous title. But how do professionalism and procrastination come into play as co-existing, mutually beneficial units in a person's life? The first point which could probably be acknowledged by anyone who has dealt with procrastination is the fact that you are 'saving the best for the last', mixed with a bit of 'good things come to those who wait'. It isn't an entirely wrong mindset, after all, the time crunch def...

What's the similarity between confectionery and hormonally driven mental responses, as the title may seem to suggest? Nothing, except they both have generated varying demands in the market over the years.  Moving on from that somewhat disastrous attempt at generating your interest, let me elaborate a little. It would be unfair to say that romance has been turned entirely into a commodity by the advancement of technology. Finding love has become easier, more convenient, and with significantly more options than real situations. That's what makes it so reliable as an idea to develop a business around. The demand never subsides. Customers are offered more than what they need, and it is human nature to want to explore all their available choices. Understandably, this is seen as a way to combine monetary interests and customers' wishes to create a thriving ecosystem of dating apps and matrimonial sites. Enough about that, but how does red velvet come into the picture?  ...

This blog was supposed to be a personal page for rambling, except I really feel the need to update it with what some other people may consider a tiny, trivial thing but I consider a milestone in my pretty uneventful and not so long life so far. I EARNED MY OWN MONEY FOR THE FIRST TIME! There, I italicized it so that if anyone wants to click off the page after that, they're free to do so. I really wanted to document how I felt about the entire scenario since if I ever have trouble coming down from my high horse, I could always use this tiny lesson in humility. Well, as a fresh high school graduate, I've been waiting for my college admissions to be finalized since the beginning of the month. I spent the past two years by motivating myself about the various things I would be free to do after high school was over, namely waste my time without feeling guilty about it since my guilt complex and ego don't mix very well together and do the things that I love.  Dis...

There is nothing more overhyped than the theme of ambition by the millennial and Gen Z dominated social media, and I honestly have a lot of thoughts about it. To begin with, why ambition is blatantly linked to workaholism is something that I simply cannot understand. It amuses me how people actually believe that confining yourself to a particular job for more than the stipulated time it requires is cool. It isn't, and while the feeling of earning and being self sufficient is indeed worth the effort, there are other aspects of life that need equal efforts and time to be nurtured and developed. Professionalism is appreciated, but in my insignificant opinion, not at the cost of your life slipping through your fingers. While some people are simply wired to be more job oriented and concentrate their efforts towards building a career, there are some hopeful youngsters who are led astray that the 'hustle and grind' will bring them monetary satisfaction. I'll make myself ...