Posts with the tag: musings
Witnessing naivete
Read in 3 minutes ·The other day I came across a baby on the bus. I was heading back to the City Center after watching… Puss in Boots 2, I believe. Incredible movie, would recommend it to anyone and everyone. The animation, the emotional beats, a truly frightening antagonist… oof. But I digress. This piece isn’t about the Stabby Tabby. It’s a piece prompted by seeing a particularly cute and oh-so-cheerful baby on the bus.
State of affairs
Read in 10 minutes ·A week or two back I came across a tweet by a stranger theorizing about the excess of mental health problems in today’s society. That person was musing whether we’d still be unhappy if we stuck to our “traditional values”; if we looked at the world the way our ancestors did centuries back. I’m aware that more than a few individuals could find importance in what this person was talking about.
The dynamism of social media
Read in 9 minutes ·A while back, a close friend of mine wanted to build a bit of traction on an art account on Instagram. They didn’t depend on it for a living or anything, but still. Building a following for your work outside the realms of your 9 to 5 might be useful someday. I wanted to help, so I tried sharing their art wherever I could, too. Reposting on my personal social media, asking a few close friends who I knew were nice folks to like and comment, you know the like.
New Years
Read in 5 minutes ·The year 2021 has ended. It was, understandably so, a year of many unprecedented occurrences, and I don’t mean that in necessarily a positive way. The year was absolutely horrific for a whole lot of people. This year also saw a lot of people stepping closer to realizing their dreams, realizing themselves, moving a step ahead on their journey in life. But this post isn’t about the last year specifically.
Second hand grief and questions
Read in 3 minutes ·A college batchmate of mine passed recently. Freak bike accident. I heard the news by a friend of mine who was a classmate of his. Today, I got an email from my college informing all alumni of the tragedy. I never had the opportunity to interact with him, and yet, seeing a photo of his in that email, a photo that may very well have been from our first year of college, stirred something inexplicable within me.
Guwahati
Read in 4 minutes ·I do not remember coming back home from my annual visit to my grandparents’ home without tears in my eyes. Pre-school, high school, college, employment, unemployment, doesn’t matter. Guwahati and its people has a grip on every fiber of my being, so much so that it hurts me physically whenever I see it receding behind the horizon. The sheer love and warmth I get from whomever I have the fortune of meeting here is capable of making even the most hardened criminals on the planet feel like they’re God’s best creation.
Stargazing
Read in 5 minutes ·If you’ve been paying attention to what I’ve been writing about lately, you’ll realize that the uncertainty surrounding my future hasn’t been sitting all that well with me. I’m someone who isn’t necessarily a fan of change, who quietly slips into a banal, everyday routine. I thought I was… okay with it. I probably still am, but not in quite so extreme a scenario as the global pandemic forced onto all of us.
The Commodification of Tradition
Read in 4 minutes ·This is a piece purely based off my own experiences and in no way is meant to serve as a generalization Today we celebrated the Hindu festival of Raksha Bandhan. A festival that traditionally symbolizes the bond between brothers and sisters, serving as a timeless reminder of something beautiful. Or, perhaps, serving to reinforce gender stereotypes during an age in which such norms are being shattered on the daily.
Self-confidence
Read in 4 minutes ·I think this is something that’s always been gnawing at me from the inside. People who know me in real life, know that I’m this skinny, awkward person who has never really looked his age. I’ve always looked a few years younger than my actual age, so much so that it took graduation for people to tell me that perhaps, now I was approaching puberty. I mean, such comments aren’t really funny, you know?
Drive (or lack thereof)
Read in 7 minutes ·So. A little update. If you read my post on Sleep you’d realize that I was in a bit of a pickle regarding my plans for Grad school this coming September. Without going into too much detail, I decided to defer my admission by a year. I mulled over it for weeks, if not a month. Was it the right decision? I don’t think there’s any way to know. I hate this.