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“Follow the path of the majority! You can never go wrong with that path. It is the most chosen path for a reason, after all.” Standing at crossroads had always been a source of mental confusion and turmoil for Synchysi. Being a settler, he had always found deciding between multiple options to be burdensome. As he stood at the very origin of the crossroads, all the paths appeared equally enticing to him, but he wasn’t naive enough to believe this. He knew they would soon uncloak their complications as soon as he starts to tread on them. Standing at the first crossroads of his journey, he felt only one pure feeling: confusion. He was extremely bewildered by the sheer amount of choices present, and was unsuccessful in making a decision. He felt a sheer helplessness, as his thought and action was full of indecisiveness. He could only think about his incapable situation as he followed the sea.   “Take path A, it’s faster!” “Path B is more reward...

Hey you! Yes, you! Stop looking around, and give me a Cheer! When I say Lemon, you say Squeeze. Lemon!!! [Readers reading in their mind: “squeezeee”] LEMON!!! [Readers whispering softy in their mind: “squeeze…?”] LOUDER!! LEMON!!! [Readers screaming in their mind: “SQUEEZEEEEEEE!!!”] Okay good. That is exactly what you do at a university orientation camp: You learn seven to eight of such brain-dead cheers, which you practice for three to four wasted days, and ten years later, you will not remember your GPA in college, but trust me, you will remember your cheer. Hello, sorry to interrupt, but I thought we discussed that this blog article was going to be five POSITIVE reasons why one should attend their university freshman orientation camp. If you continue writing this, then I swear Lira, I am not going to publish this. …Right. So, for one last time, LEMON!! [Readers, gleaming with pleasure that they still remember what to say, silently read in their minds: “squeeze”.] ...

As a child, my eyes would always be glued to Disney Channel or to Cartoon Network; Mickey Mouse, Winnie the Pooh, Mr.  Bean, Tom and Jerry, Looney Tunes and countless other programmes with similar wacky names. But, even in this exhaustive list, I will never be able to forget an episode of a programme called, ‘Dibo the Gift Dragon’. The show wasn’t a hit and didn’t survive for too long on TV; but one episode, just one episode that they telecasted left a huge impact on me. Though the main motive of this post is to discuss the impact left by that one particular episode, it is important that I first enlighten all of you on the contents of that particular episode, or if you already know, then let us take a walk down memory lane. Shall we? Alright then, without further ado, let us commence with the fairy-tale opening. ‘Once upon a time in a land far far away’, there lived (and thrived) only five creatures (mind you, exactly five). My hypothesis is that there probably was a drought o...

Writing is an art, and since this decision has been taken, I would like to solemnly stand by it. Art is most commonly defined as the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination. As fancy as that might sound, art is basically an expression of thoughts and ideas… or is it? Do we use art to express or to impress? This question has bothered me since the Big Bang and as I look back to all my artistic endeavors, I realize that it has been a blend of both. Being an entrenched musician, who specializes in Classical Vocal and dabbles a bit in piano, drums and light vocals; an occasional poet and writer, and an even more rare artist and dancer; I realized that the intent of the artwork depended on the occasion. Sometimes the artwork was made to impress and sometimes it was made to express. A bit more retrospection on my side, on this topic led me to the conclusion that most of my artworks, be it a musical performance, vocal piece, poetry, story writing, or paintin...

Now that you have successfully locked target, let's get the procedure rolling. Procedure Now that you are done with all the back-ground research stuff, here comes the actual field work: The Procedure. For simplicity, this can be broken down into further steps: 1) Shoo! First, you will need to clear the ground, or in lay-man terms, don’t let any other guy pick you up. Remember your mission. You are there to pick you Prince Charming up. If, before you get a chance to even talk to him, some other guy approaches you to try and pick you up, then that totally beats your purpose. You must stop him. You must rise above the force. You must break the stereotype. You must win. Remember. Remember… Alright, now that you remember, the next question is how to get him to go away? No, don’t even think about that! Bad idea! You can’t just tell a guy you are not interested! How absurd! Guys think ‘disinterest’ is a sign of ‘high-interest’, because gir...

Firstly, Athena is, as usual, helping me edit- by adding useless commentaries on an article with content as important as this one. They look like this. And they are not useless. I call them insightful . Do you start blushing whenever that cute guy from calculus class, Lex, who sits three desks diagonally away from you asks to borrow a pen from you? Does your heart beat get faster when your dentist removes his medical mask to reveal his highly symmetrical face, with cheekbones so sharp you might cut yourself on them? Do you worry about embarrassing yourself whenever you are dancing in a club with your guy and gal friends, knowing well that you have two left feet? Do you feel like your mind has gone blank, while you are in the middle of an exam that you started to prepare for on the way to the exam-hall, and co-incidentally the invigilator is smoking hot? Well; blushing, rapid heart-beats, worrying about embarrassing oneself, and mind going blank are all symptoms o...

Warning: Heavy content ahead. I repeat, heavy content ahead. Exercise CAUTION! Before I begin writing this article, I have a couple of questions for you. Do take a minute to think about them, and answer them, before proceeding with this blog. Who has been your inspiration? Who was your best teacher? Who do you look up to? The genre of these questions have always perturbed me and left my mind in a state of perplexity. When I was younger, I used to name either my parents or a celebrity or my current favorite teacher, when posed with this class of questions. If I am to make a guess, I am positive you might have followed the same path in answering them. To such questions, my responses have always been ever-changing and ever-evolving, depending on the current trends of my dynamic life. As I grew older, I gave more thought to these questions and after plenty of speculations and contemplations, I realized the superficiality and shallowness of these questions. To begin with, i...