A minute with myself

Of late, I have been criticizing people more than I ever have throughout my life. I don’t know the exact reason, though. Maybe I want to change myself to become a person who speaks his mind out rather than the one ignoring the truth and trying to be polite and nice. Previously, I thought that being nice gave me an advantage over other people just because there are only a few nice ones but I have come to realize that that’s not the case. I mean only a few people are nice but being nice doesn’t necessarily give you a moral victory. In fact, the more you try to be nice, the more you are trying to seek validation of your niceness and ultimately hiding your own self from other people. What happens is that people try to take advantage of your niceness by neglecting your opinions and thoughts. Sometimes in life (or rather many a times), you have to be absolutely selfish in order to achieve what you want. If you have high dreams and aspirations, you got to have the attitude and ruth

A hook-up is an instance of random people connecting together. But it figuratively means having physical relationship with a person you have just met or are an acquaintance to. Is it even legit to think about a hook-up? But don't we have the right to live our life on our own terms? Perhaps, our body is not a temple which can't be contaminated by a stranger, rather it is a tool to satisfy our physical wants and desires. So, it's perfectly normal for a human to desire sex or thereabouts. Physically we all covet that touch which gives us the warmth and the feeling of being wanted but is it okay if that touch is given by a stranger? According to me, it wasn't but now it is. We only have a short life (that's how we're inclined to think) and so we want to live by our rules. We don't want someone else to dictate terms to us. We want to make mistakes and then improve, we want to fall and then stand up and similarly we want to give permission to a str

You never know whom you hurt when you are out of your mind. It’s like the various events happening around you shape your mind in such a way that you lash out even at people who are close to your heart without recognizing you have hurt them. But circumstances shouldn’t always be blamed. A murderer shouldn’t be pardoned just because he has had a shitty childhood and doesn’t have feelings of empathy or remorse. Circumstances only have 50% of an effect on the outcome, the rest 50% is in your hand i.e. a choice to either control your emotions, your temper and your madness or to go berserk and hurt people intentionally or unintentionally. You always have a choice in what you do. You aren’t always helpless against mother nature. So, it is an overstatement if you say that “I was helpless. I didn’t have a choice.” And then after that moment, when you finally come to your senses you realize what you have done. So, you apologize to the people you have hurt. They take time to realize the gravity

“To err is human.” Errors are man-made. Humans make mistakes. People hurt other people by words or actions.  Such is our life that we are bound by circumstances and moral dilemmas. Every person having a sane mind and proper values and ethics knows his limitations. Everybody wants to live a peaceful life where they are earning enough to fulfill their families’ needs.  Nobody deliberately wants to hurt other people unless they are insane. In corporate world, people have to push other people down in order to come out on top. That doesn’t necessarily imply that they are evil or monsters. They are somehow bound to be loyal to their company and enhancing their own reputation even if it means that they hurt other people in the process. There’s  nothing personal though. Coming back to our personal lives, people make mistakes simply by not understanding the other person’s feelings. Human beings are unique. Different things trigger different emotions in different peopl

Note:-This is a special post written by my friend Palak . Love can be of different types. Here is one such.  After break up they met again, he was moving close to her as she skipped a beat. She still got butterflies in her stomach when he was in front of her. Both hardly managed to speak a word but they kept on staring at each other for a few minutes. A lot of memories flashed in front of their eyes. They held their tears back and broke the eye contact. After a while, they gathered the courage to talk, he said sorry for what he had done. On the other hand, tears rolled down her eyes. She was struggling with her breath as she was crying badly. She tried convincing him to stay but he had made the decision to leave her. She looked in his eyes. She could still see the feelings in it but she failed to understand why he was doing what he was doing? She continued looking in his eyes, she saw him crying and a lot many question flashed in her mind as to why this was happening? Was

Everybody is friend zoned at least once regardless of gender. I have been too many a times. But it is high time we should stop fearing it. You and they are best friends. You share everything with them without the fear of judgement. You know you can be your self whenever they are around. They are with you through thick and thin, whether you have had a break up or you are single or you have just gotten into a relationship. They have helped you complete your assignments, worked with you during projects, helped you in studies and most importantly have been with you when you had an emotional outburst. They have seen all your moods and tolerated all of you. Suddenly, you realize that you have fallen for your best friend. You see them differently now. You want more than just friendship. But what is the difference between friendship and love/liking? Friendship is also love between two people without expecting anything from the other. Nevertheless, you want to see them as your life partn

“It’s completely normal to objectify women.” “It’s normal to get aroused by getting even a glimpse of any of women’s body parts.” Seriously? Recent studies have actually shown that it’s the male brain’s perception to see women as sex objects. Perhaps, it has something to do with the male reproducing hormone, Testosterone, which has got the better of males and is responsible for heinous crimes against women. In humans, there are usually two sexes. Both are differently programmed, both see the same things from a different perspective, both sexes differ in ideology and also differ in physicality. I am not stereotyping any gender but it is the way every human has been brought up and raised. If the person is a girl, she will be restrained to do a certain type of work only. If the person is a boy, he will be taught to bottle up his emotions until they burst out some day. Now we come to nature’s way of programming men and women. Research has revealed that men are biologically pro

If you like someone, you tell them. Isn’t it? But how do you know you like someone? Well, we all have different tastes according to our thoughts and ideologies. You can casually like anybody from their face structure, jawline, dressing sense, body language, hair style, voice, eyes, eye color, hands, legs, cheeks or chin! You can like someone without even knowing them properly. It is like a crush which keeps on changing with time. At different times in our life, we start liking different people according to our thinking and maturity levels. Liking a particular person is naturally linked to our hormones and generally doesn’t last longer unless worked upon because it can be one-sided and gradually mutualized as two people start knowing each other. The feeling of liking someone is generally associated with hormonal imbalances that occur inside the body. ‘Adrenaline rush’, ‘butterflies in the stomach’ and ‘falling head over heels’ are some of the phrases associated with

Read the first part of the story, here . ************************* My father had come home after a long day. “Honey, I’m home” my father said. My mother and I quickly gathered ourselves. My father made a presence after sometime in the kitchen. “What happened?” He asked to both of us. I replied “Nothing.” He smelt something fishy. He noticed something that my mom was hiding behind her back. “What’s that?” my father asked to her. “It’s nothing, Manish” my mother replied. He gradually went near her and extended his arm to see what she was hiding. He took the picture from her and stared at it for a while. “Honey, are you serious?” he asked her. “Yes, I told her the entire story” she replied. She couldn’t control her tears. “Beta, you got to understand…whatever she did she had a reason” my dad consoled me. “I know, dad. I know” I replied to him. I added “but I can’t even be

I was searching for something in my Mom’s room as I found something else. I found a picture of my mother standing besides a man who looked her age. He definitely didn’t look like my father. I went to the kitchen. “Sasha, did you find the purse?” my mother asked. “No, mom. I found something else” I replied. “And what’s that?” she wondered. I showed her the picture I carried. She stared at it for a while before breaking down in front of me. I asked her “What happened, ma? Why are you crying?” “Beta, I’m sorry. I’ve not been truthful to you.” “Who’s this guy, mom? Just tell me.” “You won’t believe.” “Just tell me. There’s nothing to hide.” I had enraged tears on my eyes. “He’s your father.” “What? No, no, no, no! My father is your husband. My dad.” I freaked out. I couldn’t grasp what she had just said. How was he my father? “Before your father, I had him. His name is Rishi.”