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The Origins of the Thread

Today marks eight years since she stopped at my desk and asked, “Is this seat taken?” What began as a simple conversation, ended up being something far greater. We evolved from two students in a new class, to two people who’ve been through everything with each other, quite literally. When I met her, I was a studious goody-two-shoes, who raised her hands to ask for permission to use the washroom, and submitted her completed homework on time, without asking for any extensions. Meanwhile, she was the one who conducted water fights during school hours and forgot to get her drawing notebooks for class: the type I had been warned to stay away from. And there she stood, asking this intimidated girl if she could sit beside her. Truly, this is the story of when the eye of the storm met the calm of the sea. In those early days, I remember trying to stay away from the group of rowdy girls, whose mission in life was probably to disrupt the class in any and all possible ways. She was from the
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Excuses 101

Welcome! I see you are late, but bop bop bop bop bop before you say anything, let me teach you what to say and how to say. So welcome to a class that you have been missing out on all your life, and a class that you will cherish all your life. Thankfully, all this information will be available online, so you do not need to pay attention (or keep telling yourself that). Welcome to ‘Excuses 101’. Firstly, please help yourself to a seat. The back rows are already filled out, so maybe you could try sitting in the front… right under my nose. Attendance for this class will not be taken, because frankly, I am not putting myself through the torture of learning how to pronounce all of your names and also it’s hard work. Next, why must you sit for this class? Because it is compulsory? No. Because you enjoy learning extra stuff? No. Because you are secretly in love with me? Ye…pfffff NO! You must sit for this class because it teaches you the essential life skill of

Guide to Awkward Conversations

We have all been confronted with situations where we were forced to make conversation or create dialogue and in a majority of such scenarios, at some point or the other it ends up in an awkward silence. Be it a family function where you are forced to interact with relatives whom you have never met in your life, or be it at a bar where you meet a hot person whom you are trying to impress, or be it at university or school where you are forced to make acquaintances as you require partners for the upcoming group projects, or be it at your work environment where you are required to establish a good relationship with your colleagues as your work performance and salary depends on it.   However hard we try, how much ever effort we put in the conversation; awkward silence soon finds its way in. This awkward silence hangs in the air, with none of the parties knowing how to proceed. Tension brews, as the parties nervously flash each other smiles; while their eyes try to d

New Year Resolutions

Welcome to the only ‘real’ reality show in the entire universe!!! Congratulations on being selected as one of the contestants!!! This show commenced the second you had your first cry, and will end… well, pretty soon. Your mission, if you choose to accept it (not that you have a choice really), is to relate and then relate some more, and then finally to mend your ways. p.s. “If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men’s cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions. I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.” ~ Portia, Act 1, Scene 2, The Merchant Of Venice, William Shakespeare. [AKA I will preach to you bro, but don’t expect me to practice. There is a reason I am the host/judge of this reality show, and not the contestant. And that reason lies in the fact that you are clearly more talented than me, and while I sit here

Please don't date a Psychopath

Be aware humans! A new species of creatures has just been found. They lurk in the shadows of love; lure their prey by scents of sandalwood, rosemary, and desperation; display their lust for their prey under the pretense of “Oh baby, I was just so worried about you”. These three steps- lurk, lure and lust- helps distinguish these species from humans. Scientists are currently working on more substantial research reports. However, they have recently given the statement that these new species are quite difficult to locate, as once they are born, they camouflage into the skin of a human, and do not step into their real skin till you ‘dump’ them. Scientists have decided to call members of this species a ‘psychopath’, for the simple reason that they behave as a ‘psychopath’ and breathe as a ‘psychopath’. Pronunciation: ‘si’ from the ‘siren’ blasting to warn you of his presence in your lives (sometimes this warning siren comes in the form of your friends who are not b

Tabula Rasa Part 1

Tabula rasa ( /ˈtæbjələ ˈrɑːsə, -zə, ˈreɪ-/ ) Blank Slate New beginnings, fresh starts, clean records. All of these give people a chance to turn over a new leaf; to make a fresh start. Initially I used to look forward to them, in hope to escape from my current shackles. I always viewed new beginnings as a second chance, bringing with it a utopian scenario. A model plot, where everything went by the game plan without experiencing any hiccups or setbacks; where there was a fairy godmother who could transfigure you into Cinderella; where the hero always vanquished the villain; where a little bit of pixie-dust could resolve all complications. As the famous saying goes, ‘ The grass on the other side is always greener.’  Thankfully, it didn’t take ‘life’ too long to disprove this theory and saying of mine. The saying soon changed to ‘ The grass is greener where you water it’. Uncertain on whether it was advantageous or disadvantageous, the one thing that I

Vicious Cycle of Social Media

We are undoubtedly the most connected generation to live on this planet. Quite literally. We know every single nitty-gritty detail about everybody around us! Where they are, what they are doing, what they are eating, who they are hanging out with and so on. And similarly, everybody knows ‘the whole deal’ about us. Sadly, this is not a result of private investigators or stalkers, but in reality is our own doing. Every moment of our life is made public. From the food we eat to the people we meet; from the places we visit, to the actions we perform. For example, our first response to being served our orders in a restaurant would be to seamlessly capture thirty pictorial evidences of the dinner, each with a different lighting or effect; or even when we meet a friend after a really, really long time; we instinctively remove our phones and declare the special interaction to the whole wide world. And this doesn’t just stop at food and people. It extends to almost every single action tha