We Are Indians! We don’t change.

you are so right… how depressing.

The Thoughtful Indian

We Are Indians! We don’t change.

We are Indians and we will continue to spit on the no spitting sign, we will continue to smoke in a no smoking area, we will continue to listen loud music even after 11:00 PM, we will never put waste in dustbins, we need to ‘Chain’ the glass with drinking water tanks, we need to put ‘Remove Footwear’ sign in front of temples, we need to write ‘Be In A Line’ on the walls near ticket counter, we litter near ‘No Littering’ sign and in short, ‘We will never change’

But we will always criticize the person in power because they are the one who are doing nothing other than scams and corruption.

We like things this way because we don’t want to do something.
We don’t want to go near the dustbin to throw waste because either we don’t care to find or…

View original post 196 more words



Of life she writes.

Sometimes there are no explanations.

No reasons to explain why something may or may not happen.

Today, My mind was blank.

It wasn’t until I got some caffeine and some peanut butter in my system that I was able to think about words and how to arrange them.

My mind had no idea what to process and what to think about, it didn’t know how to put words into sentences and sentences down on paper.

There is no reason behind feelings.

There is no reason behind something that happened to you when you were five years old.

A person would say that this happened to you, so that you’d learn a lesson that will be valuable to you in the future.

another person would say that It happened to you because you were stupid and you didn’t know what to do.

Maybe you didn’t need to go through that to…

View original post 270 more words


What I’ve learnt today is that you end up perceiving things, events, people the way you subconsciously want to. And this subconscious “default setting” comes about from how you perceive yourself.

Do I make any sense?

Let’s just say that I thought a person was avoiding me because he/she did not like me (that’s my default setting: low self esteem) when in reality that person didn’t want to disturb me while I was studying. At least, that’s what the person said.

But whether this is true or not doesn’t matter.

What matters is the fact that I oh-so-quickly JUMPED to the conclusion that I had a bad personality or whatever.

My glasses are tinted with negativity.

Need an alkali to treat it with.

(I couldn’t help that joke pls forgive me oh chemists)


They’re so difficult to find.

A friendship can go two ways: it could be so wonderful that you’re thankful for their presence in your life. Or it could hurt as much as a heartbreak.

It’s up to you to have the strength to just not care (when it’s the latter).

I’m not proud to say that I have a long way to go.

Till then, I have my amazing mother to comfort me; when I feel like a friendless loser.

I used to say that my sister is my best friend, but now I think my mother shares the top spot with her.