My Eureka moment

The only time I would NOT postpone and actually put a blog idea into words would be when the process of writing one would make me postpone the act of studying for a very important exam. (If the previous sentence did not make sense to you, don't worry. My life doesn't make any sense either. Ah, just kidding. Everything makes sense on this planet. *Lovin' the sarcasm*)

So, clearly, any other time when a really good idea enters my mind, I think "Ah, I'll write this one the next time I'm free. I don't need to make note of this anywhere because it an extremely wonderful idea and I could never forget it." A couple hundred episodes of TV series later, I wouldn't even remotely remember that I had thought about writing anything in the first place. And this applies to almost everything I do everyday, things more common than writing.

There are times when I confuse laziness with forgetfulness because the latter is another gift I was either blessed with by god, or just something I developed over the years as an effect of my constant disinterest in doing anything that would stop me from creating e-mail accounts or countless profiles on websites all over the internet(which did not prove to be of any help anyway). And so, I end up believing that the reason I did not finish doing something was because I forgot to do it and not because I neglected it for something less important. Have you heard people say that when you believe in something with a lot of faith, it becomes true? Well, it does, in your mind. And that's how, once again, I successfully blame my amnesia(which might not even exist) for my procrastination.

However, I cannot completely rule out the possibility of me forgetting things because there have been times when I did not realize that I had eaten only one box of my lunch at school and when I almost let my friend trick me into believing that he had returned my book(which is lying in his house even today, by the way -that's how careless I am). And ofcourse that one moment in every student's life, "I read this concept but I didn't remember in the exam!" adds to my list of 'mysteriously forgotten stuff'.

Somehow, miraculously, on rare occasions, I get lucky and remember the right thing at the right time. For instance, the last time I got hiccups in class, I remembered reading a post on the internet which said the hiccups would go away if one looks upward and swallows. I did just that and alas! My hiccups stopped. I cannot find words to describe how proud I felt of myself. Even drinking a glass of water wouldn't have been as efficient as this trick! If only the lecturer wasn't teaching at full pace with his eyes mysteriously traveling across the girls' desks, I would have not kept my happiness to myself. Honestly, it felt like Archimedes' Eureka moment!

P.S. If you're curious(I'm sure you're not but let me just tell you anyway), the exam I was talking about is my end-semester mathematics exam which is scheduled for day-after-tomorrow. Mathematics had always been a subject I considered my friend but now, it's more of a foe. I can only hope to clear misunderstandings and befriend it again.

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A girl who made it big on Youtube

9 million subscribers and over a billion views. Youtube Sensation. Teen Choice 2016 dual-award winner. Lilly Singh, known by her channel IISuperwomanII. She was a victim of depression. Began making YouTube videos as a way of dealing with her feelings. She found joy in making other people laugh. She felt good to be able to bring a smile on people's face after a bad day at work/school. She found happiness in making other people happy. And I find happiness in being a part of her happy family.

She creates content about relatable and funny things. Well I admit she seems too hyper in front of the screen and some people find it irritating but she is just being herself. And that, is the most beautiful thing about her. Isn’t it awesome to be able to be your crazy self on screen, being viewed by people all over the world? I can’t imagine the amount of self-confidence it would take for me to do that!

Lilly on The Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon

Extremely humble, sweet, creative, hardworking, positive, humorous, encouraging…. the list is endless.

She treats her fans like her family. I don't wish to imply that I'm a very big fan of hers and that I would know every single detail about her. I am just another person who believes in whatever she does, who enjoys her videos and vlogs, who supports the good causes that she uses her popularity to bring awareness about.

In March 2015, Singh began a world tour called "A Trip to Unicorn Island", adapting her YouTube content, including singing, dancing, music performances, comedy, and her well-known parent characters in places across the globe. The motto was that “Happiness is the only thing worth fighting for in your life!”

A documentary of her tour as well as an insight of her life is the movie “A Trip to Unicorn Island”. It’s the first movie that I actually paid to watch online. It’s literally one of the most inspiring films I’ve ever seen.

Lilly uses the phrase “Unicorn Island” as a synonym for her Happy place. She believes that everybody have their own happy place.. And they’re not all the same. For instance, her Unicorn Island is filled with rainbows and skittles. She says that we all have such UIs and she wants to lead us to find our own happiness. I know all this sounds very stupid and kiddish in some of your perspective because this is such a simple matter. You might think -- ugh, they’re making money marketing Happiness now! But trust me, the simplicity of it itself is the problem. It is something so simple that we neglect it. We are constantly chasing something forgetting that we left behind us the most important element of life. And Lilly is just trying to remind us so we pick it up.

She also started an app called “Unicorn Island” It's pretty much like any other social networking app. The difference is, there is only love everywhere. Everyone are just so compassionate to each other. All of them on the app are people who love to watch Lilly’s videos and respect her positive outlook on life. The bottomline is, Unicorn Island has become my happy place too.

Last December, she started a very thoughtful and creative campaign called #girllove (don't get the idea of LGBT haha) which is based on the sad reality of Girl on Girl hate. She said it never made any sense to her because women know how awesome other women can be.

She recruited celebrities and Internet stars, including Shay Mitchell, Priyanka Chopra and Lindsey Stirling to spread the message along with her in the video. Singh donated the money the video earned by the views to the Malala Fund to support girls' education worldwide.

Lilly is literally 1.65 metres of happiness and  positivity. She’s had her downfalls too, but she overcame them. She held on when her parents didnt support her. She held on when people called her a copy of Jenna Marbles. She's a unicorn personified. There's no better way to describe her!

The best part about her is she doesn't wait for incredible things to happen to her. She happens to incredible things. She is among the world's highest paid youtubers and yet none of the fame has adversely affected her character. She has always been the same funny, down-to-earth, hardworking girl. All of us dream. She dreamt too. The only difference is, she made her dreams come true.

Naturally Unnatural

There is a small aquarium in our house. It has around 12 small fishes. You know, the kind that reproduces a hell lot? Mom identified a couple fishes that are giving birth to young ones and once she saw the fishes eating the newborns immediately. So she took a small glass and removed the surviving newborns from the tank and put them in a separate wine glass. I pointed out that it was totally against nature. Isn't it the law of life that the mother fish eats some of its offsprings? And then it hit me, that the whole idea of an aquarium at home is unnatural. The fishes in it are not the kind of species that could probably survive in rivers/oceans. 

And as always, I wondered if I could relate this to something in our daily life. We often blame ourselves for doing things wrong, but what we don't realise is that it is okay to do wrong to sort out something that was already wrong. Why is it that whatever I start with, I end up concluding that there's no Right or Wrong in life..

Sometimes we think too much about not adhering to age-old rules. But look at how much our society had changed. With technology invading every nook and corner of our lives, nothing is natural anymore. And that probably means there is no point in holding on to the principles we once had. I'm not generalizing, but perhaps, there are some things that need to be changed. Because we are not anymore living like fish in the rivers or oceans. We have created our own aquariums. We cannot sustain our unnatural lives with natural perceptions.

This can be reacted to in two ways. First, go back to living natural, so that we can use our age-old principles, or Second, continue on the path of technological development and bury these perceptions. Today, many of us are trying to go back to how we used to live earlier.... trying to bring back the natural touch into our lives. But many more of us are finding happiness in the unnatural, and as a result, we are advancing towards that. 

About me, you ask? I'd probably be trying to find a balance between the two somewhere, because both of those extremes don't sound any comforting to me.

My Graduation Speech

I remember that morning, when we all filled into this hall two years ago, with curious faces contemplating whether we made the right choice joining here. And I'm glad to say that sure, we did. On this wonderful morning, we are all here on the occasion of our graduation and I would like to spend a couple of minutes--not more--sharing my thoughts.

When I think of our batch, I don't think of any one person. I think of a community of students and teachers, a family. A few days ago, I stood on the dais speaking to you all about fear, and it was amazing to see how encouraging some of you were. It gave me so much confidence. We all got an opportunity to develop our speaking skills, life skills and literary skills from our college. I am really grateful for that.

Deeksha has been more of a school than college, in almost all matters. We always got the same care and advice from our teachers here as we did at school. The way of learning and the weekly tests made it a whole lot different experience from school but that worked out in the end, for most of us. The canteen in the first floor used to be very small but the memories we've got from it are invaluable. And might I add, it had one of the best Gobi Manchurian I've ever tested! We do have a smaller infrastructure compared to other colleges, but if anything it only helped us build stronger friendships and meet our friends more often, much to the annoyance of our teachers.

I-Cube gave us a good opportunity to make new friends and discover out talents. I didn't really know I was okay at drawing until I managed to make some beautiful logos on the badges and some cute invitation cards.

I'm pretty sure most of us have changed, atleast a bit, in the last two years. I was an overthinking and stressed person at school. I always overanalysed situations and constantly struggled for perfection. As ironic as it may sounds, here I've learnt to take things lightly and only concentrate on my efforts rather than worry about the final result. The environemnt at school was much different from here and so were the type of friends' circle I was into. I met people who face way more problems than I could ever imagine and their struggles have been such an inspirtation. To be very honest, I learnt to love myself only in the last two years. I learnt that it is okay to let go of your principles at times, to relax and accept whatever comes your way.

In a couple of months, all of us will be busy with our future plans, with college and everything. No matter how reputed the college we get into is, we would always look back to the experince we had here because we aren't probably going to matter to those universities as much as we did to this institution.

I know I wouldn't miss you all because in today's techie world, we can kepp in touch everyday and I'm sure we would.
This is Sai Meghana, signing off.

I'd not meant that.

Do you ever fear being misunderstood? The constant nagging in the back of your mind that probably something you said to someone has been perceived in a wrong way?

Isn't it unfair that I worry for a mistake I haven't made? Isn't it unfair that I keep punishing myself for words that were never spoken? Why does one's conscious pester them to make things right, when they were never done wrong by him/her?

To me, it all sounds like an obsession of being perfect. Of being clear. Of never being misunderstood. Of never causing problems, with or without one's knowledge. But not everything is perfect. I think, perfection is relative. So why dwell on it? Once our part is played, we should just leave the game. It isn't really our duty to see if others are playing right. Also, it isn't our duty to make sure that everybody knows what our intention behind that move is. Because, if we concentrate on trying to explain, explanations are all that would be left in our lives. Right?

Misunderstandings bring a wave of guilt. Nobody is at fault, but everybody suffers. Call it my insanity, but I constantly fear my words being misinterpreted. Ambiguphobia, they call it. (That isn't even present in the usual English pocket dictionary. Leave it to me to research on pointless things instead of doing something productive xD). The pathological fear of being misunderstood. In fact, it stops me from expressing a lot of my opinions and that is definitely not a nice thing. 

Faith

Every time I go to a temple I simply join my hands and say quietly, "Please let all my wishes come true." Because that is something we all have been taught to do. But do I actually pray wholeheartedly? I don't think so. I don't believe that what I say to a stone would affect my future. I don't believe that anything other than my own actions could affect my life. But yet, I say those seven words. Blindly. Why?
Maybe I fear that not saying them is a bad omen. But then, what are omens? And do I believe in them? Again, the answer is no.

It's all about belief, it's all about faith. Millions of people believe in prayers. And no matter how pointless it may sound to me, I'd still nod when they talk about it. There isn't probably any such thing as god, but convincing one self that there is someone who's watching, someone who would always be there to help, drives one through life.

But in times of despair, leaving everything to god and waiting for miracles to happen is utter stupidity. And if one thinks that working hard even after praying God contradicts the existence if God, then so be it. It's better to believe in working hard + no prayers rather than not working + prayers. And if you're the type of person who believes in working hard + prayers, that's great!

Not so chronophobic

First of all, is this just me?

It is pretty evident that human lifespan is reducing as generations pass by. Our grandparents at the age of fifty were stronger than how I would probably be by twenty-five. And we all know what contributes to this. Food adulteration, pollution, global warming, what not... Summers get warmer every year. And the winters are getting so harsh I can't even describe. Soon the environmental conditions would become unfit for survival.

I can't help but think, 'Is it even worth living anymore?'
I probably sound utterly stupid but it is indeed very frightening that one day in my future (which I don't see to be very flourishing anyway) everybody around would be struggling to live. I'm not blaming anyone, just so you don't get me wrong. Because somewhere, somehow, all of us as responsible for this. And measures are being taken all over the world to overcome these issues but maybe it's too late. Maybe it's all going to end without a "happily ever after" anyway. And the few good things we do don't even come remotely close to balancing the damage caused to the earth over the centuries.

Perceptions

Have you ever heard someone say something to you and wondered, 'Why didn't they tell this to me earlier? Had I been in their position, I would have broken the news to them the millisecond that I'd receive it!' We often have certain expectations from certain people. And these expectations, we all know, lead to disappointments. Whether or not you're ready to admit, all of us are hypocrites. We talk about a million things people around us could have done to make stuff work better, but deep down, don't we know that we're no better?

It's human nature. It's natural to think that we know things better than others. It's natural to feel like our opinion makes more sense than everybody else's. It's natural to have faith in our idea rather than others'. But what most of us don't seem to realize is that everybody else feels the same way as naturally as we do. Everybody is the hero of their own story, and they wouldn't like to be treated otherwise.

Flaws

Other peoples' opinions are not really welcome these days. The idea of a good friendship is fading away. It's not about guiding your friend into the right path. It's more about agreeing to whatever he says and syncing your opinion with his. If someone comes straight to you and tells you what he feels you should improve on, you consider him being mean or brutally honest. If he says the same amidst a group of people, he's criticizing you. And if he tells it to someone else without your knowledge, he's said to be a 'bitcher'. So basically, he has to keep his opinions all to himself.

Everybody has flaws. Everybody has secrets. Everybody is imperfect. And the worst part is, everybody knows this, but yet they're not ready to accept it. The most popular girl at school doesn't have the picture-perfect life you think she has. And that poor guy at the back of the class probably has the most loving family you'll ever find. We all live behind this wall of judgements we make about others. Often hard to break, but once broken, a sea of guilt washes over you. And next time, you think twice before judging a friend. After all, we always learn lessons the hard way.

P.S. I'm sorry if this one doesn't make much sense. I might have condensed it way too much. It's been a while and I've kindof lost practice maybe? Please let me know what you think.

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Brutally honest

I pulled the earplugs out of my ears and paused the song I was listening to on my phone, when the short story I was reading on wattpad came to an end. It was more of a chat conversation than a story, though. It was 6:07 p.m. I had seventeen hours of journey left. That was a lot, I thought. I had planned on writing it a few chapters for my book but that seemed to be pretty difficult, so I dropped the idea.

I had watched a couple of videos on Carrie Fletcher's channel, which I saved offline on YouTube. There is something about her voice and her expressions that attracts me. Her accent is kinda Scottish and I absolutely love it. It is very much formal compared to the American accent. And one of the videos was about Brutal Honesty, something that I've been thinking about lately.

She stressed on the fact that the idea of truth to be linked with being rude is absolutely ridiculous. It is not necessary that you are supposed to be rude when you are revealing the truth. When you have the choice to tell the same thing in a polite manner, I don't understand why you wouldn't. Who says that by being polite, you are being less honest? What makes you think that being kind would make others think that you're being fake? How can you be brutally mean to a person and defend yourself that you're just "being honest"?

I strongly believe that it is unfair to tell someone straight on their face, in a mean way, that they're dress doesn't suit them. Or that the food they cook didn't taste good. Or that their speech in the assembly didn't sound appealing. I mean, you could probably say something like, "hey I think you should add some more salt". You get what I mean, right?

Modernize?

Transition occurs in everybody's life. Nursery to primary school, primary to elementary school, high school, college, job and so on. We meet new people. Make new friends. Go places. Everyday, we learn new things, and discover different kinds of lifestyles.

It is said that depending on time, we all change. It is believed that the influence around us, whether good or bad, drastically affects our character. And after enough time, we become a wholly different person. In fact, we all have seen this happening to many people in our lives. What they once were, and what they are now isn't even comparable. Circumstances lead us in different directions. But I believe that deep down, their true essence still exists. Or maybe just in my case.

No matter how much i try to fit in, no matter how much i try to 'modernise', as they call it, deep down, i still am that little girl. That little girl who was afraid to think of alcohol. That little girl who would almost cry when she found out that her physics book was missing. That little girl who's biggest worry was not getting an A on her test. That little girl who did not consider going to malls with her friends. That little girl who knew she wouldnt be comfortable with DJ parties. That little girl.....

I definitely relate to their lives and take part in their conversations but deep down, I know I don't really fit in. But isn't that life all about? Will we ever find a place where we totally fit in? A part of me fits on wattpad. A part of me fits at college. A part of me fits somewhere in Toronto, Canada. But wholly, I don't fit in anywhere. Maybe life would be less interesting if I did! 

The greatest battle

The greatest battle, is between what you know, what you want and what you feel. Often you find yourself unable to accept facts that you know are true. The fantasy dissolves you. It doesn't let you believe in reality. Because reality sucks. Atleast that's what we all think.

One reason why we fail to reach our goals, is this. We know what we have to do, but we want to do, is entirely different. I know I have to study chemistry, but I just want to get lost in those amazing videos I just found on a Youtube channel. I know I have to solve the math homework on my own, but I still glance at the solutions because I want to finish it quickly and write a post on my blog. I know chatting with my friends on Facebook will get me nowhere, but I want to hear their stories. It's all about 'want to's taking over our 'have to's. 

And when it comes to what you feel taking over what you know, it gets worse. I know that talking to that person would get me in trouble, but I feel that he's a good human being. I know that he/she has made a mistake, but I feel he/she had a genuine reason for doing so. Or, you know that he/she doesn't like you, but you feel that there is a chance for them to. And all this leads to nothing but overthinking, and in the long run, just regrets. 

And every moment of our life, all of us are constantly drawing thick lines separating our WANTs and HAVE TOs but somehow the line gets smudged. The longer it stays untouched, the stabler is your mind. What about mine, you ask? It probably stays for a nanosecond. 

A forwarded message

This message is beyond all relationships, it's touching reality!

 When I'll be dead.....,
 Your tears will flow,..
 But I won 't know...
 Cry for me now instead!

 you will send flowers,..
 But I won't see...
 Send them now instead!

 you'll say words of praise,..
 But I won't hear..
 Praise me now instead!

 you'll forget my faults,..
 But I won't know...
 Forget them now, instead!

 you'll miss me then,...
 But I won't feel...
 Miss me now, instead!

you'll wish...
you could have spent more time with me,...
Spend it now instead!

Moral......

"Spend time with every person around you, your families, friends, lover, acquainted....
Make them feel Special ,
Because you never know when time will take them away from you forever".

Life is too short.
Love all and Forgive all.
Strength grows when we dare
Unity grows when we pair
Love grows when we share

Relationships grow when we care....!

Who says you can't learn stuff from a ceiling?

The power went off. My eyes took a moment to get adjusted to the darkness in the room. I lay on my back, desperately tugging at the bedspread, for I couldn't afford to miss even a small part of the movie I was watching on the television. Something bright on the ceiling caught my eye. It was Saturn. I bet you're starting to wonder where I'm going with this but trust me, I did see Saturn... Well, the radium sticker of planet Saturn!

When I was younger, my parents and I used to sleep in that room, and at that time, I had got one of those Radium Sky Stickers set. So basically, I have stickers of stars, planets and satellites on the ceiling, which glow in the dark. Memories of me taking all my friends into the room and switching off the light to show them the mini-Universe in my house flashed in my mind, and I couldn't help but smile. I had almost forgotten that these things were still there in the room. All these years, they have been glowing every night and I've barely enjoyed watching them.

And as always, I started relating it all to something very familiar, that was the topic of movie I was currently watching. We are often so busy with out lives, that we ignore our very own self. We tend to forget those little things we once enjoyed to do. We forget things that once made our day. We forget the hidden talents we've got.. those hobbies that gave us so much happiness. We're always hunting for something new. We're greedy. I don't say it's wrong, but you see, not at the cost of something you're experiencing right now. Completing one thing is probably better than leaving two unfinished.

I think I should do the same. What have I even gained by creating an account on every site or social network I see? Do I use even one thing whole-heartedly? Probably not. Sometimes I tweet. Something I write a blogspost like this. Sometimes I post something on my Facebook timeline or make an edit for Google Plus. Sometimes I just write in a book. Or sometimes I even record a Voice Blog and post it on my Tumblr. Uh, yes. If you haven't noticed already, I'm an internet addicted freak. Remind me why I keep getting off-track all the time? I'd better shut up.

Mistakes

Everybody make mistakes. Some bigger than the others. Making a mistake doesn't mean you're a loser. It only means you're human.

Life is a long drive. And we are bound to make wrong turns. To take wrong paths. To reach wrong places.To get lost. But then we find our way back. We get back to right route, and we keep going. We often regret our choices, but trust me, everything that happens, happens for our good. We blame ourselves, we get frustrated. We separate ourselves from our loved ones, thinking that the little mistake made by us would probably be repeated again, and that we don't deserve them. But trust me, that only makes things worse. That, infact is worse than the mistake you had made. 

I read a book recently. It teared me up. The boy and the girl had made mistakes. And they fought. They broke up. The pain they had to go through is barely describable. And then they realized that their love was too much to let go. They realized that those mistakes had actually done them good. And also that those mistakes weren't worth losing their love. Moreover, what was done was done, and it could not be changed. All that mattered was the regret, and both of them regretted enough.

If we sulk all the time thinking about a hundred thousand things you could've done or words you could've told, there will be nothing left in our lives other than the "could've"s. All we care about to make things better is 'now' but most of us fail to realize that. 

Whilst reading the book, the only thing that ran through my mind was that if each of the characters looked from the other person's point of view, it wouldn't have come this far. 

 

Just start looking for what could go right than what went wrong. As simple as that. 

Time

Time changes everything. If someone from two generations ago witnessed the things trending on social networks today, they wouldn't believe their instincts. A few years ago, attitude was portrayed as a bad quality. It was a shame to call someone as a person with a hell lot of attitude. But today, attitude signifies power. It signifies strength. You can see people wearing T-shirts that say "I'm a good person with a bad attitude" or "If attitude could kill, I'd be the deadliest weapon in the world."

I'm not saying that this is wrong. I am just amazed at how time changes it all. It changes the meaning of words. It changes the perception of things. A decade ago, you call someone a bitch, and it would be considered the biggest insult ever. Today, you see people calling each other like "Hey bitch, what's up?" And changes like these often cause misunderstandings too. Someone replies to you "such a cunt" in a playful way. Let's suppose you do not know what 'cunt' means. You google it. It says: Derogatory term for a woman. Considered by many to be the most offensive word in the English language.


You're obviously offended, while the person conversing with you hadn't meant it at all. Let's take another example. There's this channel called 'Superwoman' on Youtube. She's pretty famous. She makes a lot of relatable videos and she's actually quite nice. So I was watching this video of hers called "What Smileys really mean?" or something along the same lines. I was surprised because most of the emojis meant must different to her than how they did to me. Maybe the problem is that, nobody has ever made a hard and fast rule for what those emoticons mean. It just depends on ourselves and our friends how we use them. And the problem arises only when we talk to a person from a totally different country where they're in a totally different society and hence very much different way of perceiving things. One guy online was surprised when I called him 'dude'. I call almost all my friends 'dude' at college. It doesn't make any difference at all. But to him, it really meant something else. Maybe. And I still don't know what it might have been. Well, all that matters here is that we are supposed to be very clear while expressing our views. Often, the wrong message is conveyed, It's way worse than a game of Chinese Whisper.

The pyramid

I looked out of the window as I was done with a third of The Alchemist. I stared deep into the emptiness of the sky. In the distance, a mountain peak caught my eye.
Most of the lower part of the mountain was blocked from my vision, so I could only see its top. It looked like a grey pyramid. I looked down to the book in my lap, and smiled to myself, for its cover had two pyramids on it.
It is in fact amazing that whenever our mind is in a certain mindset, nature decides to portray itself accordingly.
I looked back outside the window and this time the mountain peak was gone. All i could see were houses and trees. But its image lay undisturbed in my mind.
This happens to us in everyday life. When you want to watch a movie you find its posters everywhere. Posters that went unnoticed by you the last time you passed by.

Breathtakingly Beautiful

Last night it was raining heavily here in Vizag and we went for a drive along the beach. The speciality of Vizag is that the mountains make you feel like you're in a hill station and you also have the beach since its on the coast. The eastern ghats look so amazing in the ocean. However, being night time we couldn't see the mountains in the ocean yesterday. But whenever the lightning struck, the outline of the mountains was illuminated and it looked simply marvelous. I felt like witnessing that beauty was enough to be considered as a reason for my existence.

The river

I averted my gaze to the river outside the train window as I sensed that we were on a bridge. It had somehow managed to distract me from the book I was reading on Wattpad.

At first I looked far off, where the water meet the sky and was amazed by its beauty. As I looked further close I observed a lot of artificial features. Something brown was floating on the water and all the grass was topped with plastic items. I wondered if I had the right to blame the people around, for what they do isn't any different from what people at my place do. I mean, we don't make sure that the drainage that leaves our house is treated. It might be going into a nearby lake and we'd have no idea whilst boating in the same lake.

And when we bring up issues like these while talking to others, they say "It's India... You can't expect better." Isn't there anything we can do to bring a change in this attitude? I'd agree the prime minister has taken some measures and that's really cool and everything, but not many people actually care.

All I can do right now is hope, that the next time I come this way, maybe Krishna river will actually regain its natural beauty.

The greatest oxymoron

What is it called to be chronophobic but yet not do anything to make our future better? That describes my life.

I'm not guilty but I repent. I'm so worried yet so carefree. So busy yet so bored.
Life by itself is a kind of oxymoron, isn't it? It's a blend of contrasts. Just like how nature is made of different yet perfectly combined colours. It's a puzzle that seems to be impossible to complete, but at the end somehow everything fits in. At least, that's what we hope, and that hope leads us through life.

Today I realized how difficult it is to take things that I usually advice people to, for I couldn't do the same myself. I'd been constantly battling with myself, obviously discussing with my inner self the pros and cons of every possibility, and that, as usual, only made it worse. It so happens that sometimes, talking to a friend about something, even though they don't give you any advise, helps better than talking to yourself because no matter how much you try, you're only 'one mind' as a whole and you can't expect the good part in you to convince the bad or vice-versa.

Well I guess I got off the track.