" 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 "✨

"Sometimes emptiness can fill the void within rather than a crowd." . . . :⁠-⁠)

One day, I saw a duck quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack, quack quack and quack quack which made me realise that not everything you say should make sense to someone who doesn't get you. So just quack quack or vow vow or meow meow or whatever you like. Just thought you should know.

First things first,  What you want is important than the rest. I repeat, What you WANT is important than the rest. "When you find somebody good, keep them in your life". -Tom Ford We have less time to care about others. So why worry about others perception when you have someone to make memories with. (P.S.- it's not about me)

 You never know who she is. You never know what she had gone through. You never know how much it costs her to be this. You never know how suffocating you made her through your "concern". You never know her battles with trust.   You never know  In the end, YOU NEVER KNEW.

Struggle is like a clumsy dance partner, stepping on your toes while you try to find your rhythm. Every day feels like a test filled with “what ifs,” and just when you think you’re getting somewhere, you trip over self-doubt. Yet, in those moments of despair, you discover a spark of resilience, a reminder that growth often comes from discomfort. It’s a bittersweet teacher, showing you that the best stories arise from battles you never thought you’d win.        (Nothing. Just having an viva tomorrow.)

  Have you guys always told of "Just be yourself".  " J ust be yourself?" I don't know who the hell I am. I DON'T KNOW. I don't know who I am.  Idk if I'm fighting the demons anymore or if I'm the demon. Not to self diagnose but something is terribly wrong. What's my character? I don't know. If I have to go through anymore character development, my character is definitely gonna turn into a villain. A morning person or a night person? Bro I'm barely what you call a person. I act accordingly to the voices I hear in my head. You know sometimes talk to myself and we both laugh. I'm definitely an "???" era person. I am not the same person 1 movie ago or 5 seconds ago. I may look normal but I meow back to cats and we both go on a conversation. Somebody knew I'd be too powerful if I was stable and had communication skills. . . . . Sorry just acting accordingly to the art of self-sabotage:)

  Everyone talks about moon and sunsets but.. Sunrise, a beautiful and peaceful event. As the night fades away, the sky brightens with vibrant colors like orange, pink, and purple. The sun slowly rises above, casting warm light on everything around. You can hear birds starting to sing, and the world feels fresh and alive. The cool morning air brings a sense of calm, making it a perfect time for reflection. It’s a moment of tranquility, as nature awakens and the world comes to life, symbolizing fresh starts and new possibilities. Watching a sunrise is a truly uplifting experience, connecting us to nature and the rhythm of life. For me, sunrise is the one.

  "Mastering the Art of Self-Sabotage: A Comedy of Choices" Self-destruction is like having a personal cheerleader for all the worst choices. You’re sitting there, feeling fine, when suddenly your brain pipes up, “Hey, remember that embarrassing thing you did in high school? Let’s relive that!” It’s as if we’re auditioning for a reality show titled “How to Sabotage Your Own Happiness.” Or it’s hilarious how we handle compliments. When someone says, “I love your outfit,” the response is often, “Oh, this old thing?” It’s like we’re all on a mission to downplay our awesomeness! Instead of just saying thank you, we dive into excuses,“I threw this on because I was late!” Why is accepting a compliment harder than running a marathon? Then there’s the delightful ritual of procrastination. You tell yourself you’ll start that important project tomorrow, but somehow, “tomorrow” becomes a Netflix marathon that lasts a week. It’s like watching a slow-motion train wreck, and you’re the con...

  Hey fellas! As the previous ones are quite helpful I thought it would be good to post another. As the picture says, today it's about how to disappear completely and never be found. The thing which I always wanted to try. Most people in this world would have thought of faking their death and disappearing cuz I am one among them. Yes, it's a good idea though but needs a lot of plan, effort and execution.  Or else you can claim that you’re a secret agent who’s been activated for a top-secret mission. And leave a fake note saying you’ve gone undercover in a “DANGEROUS” location. Or become a magician and perform a DRAMATIC disappearing act on stage. Just don’t reappear, leave everyone wondering where you went! Yay! Got THE perfect plan, act like your next-door neighbor has been harboring a top-secret project. Spend weeks “INVESTIGATING” and then mysteriously disappear right after they get a new mail. Make sure to rob a bank before disappearing cuz I freakin' know you are homel...

  Here we go AGAIN.  Hey, mate! Can't clean up all the mess we made in one day right? So here we are. Have you heard that in December 2020, a 48 year old Italian man walked 450 kilometres after a fight with his wife? Yup, that's true. He did a great job, didn't he? He should definitely be rewarded. Cuz his mind voice would have been like "when I shut my mouth and walk away, it doesn't mean you've won." (Bgm: where is my mind?) This legendary man is a living example on how to run sorry walk away from the mess you made. So if you wanna get away from the mess you made just take a walk like you know just 450 kilometres like this wise buddy. That's all for today. See you with another mess. Until then, bye.

Oh, you made a mess and didn't clean it up? No worries. This is for you.  Welcome to the pro tip of how to run from the mess you made. If you don't know what is more messy, your room or your life. It's definitely your room cuz nobody can clean your life's mess, not even the satisfying carpet cleaning asmr. Yes, brotha. Your life is that cooked. So today's wise words,                         "You can't clean your                                                              life's mess.                                                                But you can atleast              ...

Going by another wise words, Life is like a rollercoaster, unpredictable, a little chaotic, and full of unexpected turns. One moment you’re soaring high, feeling on top of the world, and the next, you’re plummeting down,wondering how you ended up like (⁠ꏿ⁠﹏⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠) So you can either scream or enjoy the ride. But make sure that you don't get off.

A wise man once said, So stop frowning and smile  laugh. Ha Ha Ha Ha.

Taking risks in life is like trying to bake a cake without a recipe. You mix everything together, hoping for the best, but instead of a fluffy treat, you might end up with a lumpy disaster.  Once when me and my friends stayed up whole night, so we thought of going to the beach for sunrise and then with all those impulsive, dopamine and especially with the chaotic sleep cycle, I got down from running train only to get scolding from an random aunty who broke her leg just by walking. (It was my friends who got the scoldings, I got down and acted like Idk them) And the biggest risk I'm at is choosing to survive  live in my environment. What more risk could I take? Life is full of silly moments. It’s not always about getting it right; sometimes, it’s the laughable misadventures that make the best stories. So, embrace the chaos and remember that every risk taken can lead to a hilarious tale to tell!

  You know, I’ve always considered myself an expert in the art of poor choices. Take this week, for instance. I thought it would be a brilliant idea to do my projects this weekend as there would be holidays due to rain and here I am struggling with all the assignments at once. I am armed with over confidence that leads to more steps than a disciplined routine.  Then there was the time I decided to do it but then began chilling with my friends at the thought of how hard could it be? I could do it within overnight. Ah, now my procrastination kills me. Honestly, if there were an Olympics for bad decisions and procrastination, I’d be standing on the podium, gold medal in hand, proudly declaring, “At least I tried!” Which has led me to say this... Ahhh...Gotta go have projects to complete.(Crying) Byeee.

I'm a person who loves mysteries but when it comes to my future, duhhhh!                         ANXIETY ALL OVER In a world filled with predictions and prophecies, no one ever seemed to get it right.  And then there was the local psychic, who always had the poor parrots locked up and claimed they were intelligent fortune tellers. “I see travel in your future!” she’d declare, but it always ended up being a trip to the grocery store.  “Just remember, when life gives you lemons, you should probably check if they’re organic first!” It all began when those random desi aunties and uncles whom you doesn't even know comes up to you with, Aduthu enna?(What's next) Your funeral. I mean that's the most practical thing I could say from seeing her future. (Take care of your health aunty, uncle) (No offence it's just that I love them a lottt)   But the real kicker came during a question popped up midnight: “What is the most a...

Do you guys realise that life is short and so are you? what we can do in this short span is real the question. Here's my bucket list. Life is short. Smile while you still have teeth. Life is short that at the end of the day, it's night. Life is short so never give up on your dreams keep sleeping. Life is short to be lazy, instead prefer selective participation. (Vocabulary makes us sound expensive) Iykyk Life is short to be normal, stay weird. Life is short. Leave no lovely word unsaid. Especially to your friends. Life is short so just hehe your way through life. (😁/😈) as you wish. Life may be 5'3 but be a 10 So... finally, NOTHING. Life is short. STOP wasting your time and go to bed.

What's happening?? Fogg❌Fog✅ tha happening. My hatred towards rain has crossed more than 6 years (Ik it may sound weird for most of you but that's the truth I haaatee the rain). (Also, don't come up with the How could anyone hate the rain?! reel😒). I hate it and I will continue to hate it. Grateful for your curses.  And as they say opposites attract, I happen to travel back from home to hostel during Red alert times just like today.  They say, The universe falls in love with a stubborn heart.          This quote made me realise that it had another perspective. So to break my stubborn heart, it gave me holidays for five consecutive days. BUT AT WHAT COST? I came dripping through the storm leaving back my home, family, food, everything just to be pinned down at a place with thunderstorms, lightning and all the uncertain mess. What a gift by the universe, really appreciate it.  That doesn't end in the past, now here I am in Chennai tucked myself ins...

  L'appel du vide is a French phrase that translates to "the call of the void" in English. It describes the feeling of wanting to jump into a void when looking down from a high place. This feeling is not a desire to commit suicide, but rather a magnetic pull to take a leap.  The call of the void is also known as the "High Place Phenomenon" (HPP). It can be triggered by a number of factors, including: Misinterpreting a safety signal, Fear, Being more sensitive to safety signals, and Higher levels of anxiety.  Like,  Feeling the need to swerve and crash into a tree while driving  Jerking the steering wheel to the left on a bridge  Feeling the impulse to jump in front of a train approaching a platform  Sitting down to write a new show  Cooking freestyle without a recipe  Committing to a collaboration with someone you've never worked with before  Racing your heart  Wanting to bolt out of the house and never return  Theory suggests ...

  I don't know if it's only me and MY MAN, Mohammad Ali thinking this way. I wanna share one of MY MAN'S interview clip convo to let the world knows how both of a intellectual and muscle power one he is.  Once my man asked his mom, " how come everything's 'white'?".  He said,  "why is Jesus white with blonde hair and blue eyes?".  "why is the lord's supper men all white?". "Angels are white, pope and mary". Then he asked, "Do we go to heaven when we die?". His mom answered, "naturally we go to  heaven". To which he wondered, "what happened to the black angels when picture is taken". The angel's food cake was a white cake and the devil's food cake was the chocolate cake. Tarzan who lives in the African jungle is white. The president live in the white house. Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow. Snow white and everything is white. Santa Claus is white. Everything...

Hmmm, PARADISE. PARADISE it is. When your numb tastebuds revive from the home cooked meal fed by your father in your home after going through all the hell. Just pure paradise. (Hostellers pov: Iykyk).  And as everyone knows, it isn't that easy to endure paradise. You have to sustain in the long distance torment, consume those edible tasteless carbohydrates, stay in the hut you know literally the live in the stone age.  It may seem horrible but the real torture begins when you have to travel back home HUNDREDS of miles. It may be four or five hours but feels like forever. Then when you set foot in your, YOUR home ground ahhh, the air, the people, the known places and faces, nostalgia hits.  That's not it. Your eyes look for your father who's been waiting for your arrival even before you reach. You take a ride home in your father's bike (your forever favourite vehicle in which you had your first superhero experience of breaking through the air). Then when you enter the st...

Burn?? Yes, burn; Burn like the fire you are afraid to touch. Burn to ignite your flame. Burn to become a star. Burn till the sun mocks you for having its skin. Burn every obstacles around but not your dreams. BURN and RISE,  Not as a phoenix but as you.

I've been followed by a beautiful stalker. At dawn, he floats beside my window to greet my day, wrapping in a gentle embrace of mist. In the afternoon, he casts playful shadows over my path, lightening my mood with his whimsical forms. Even during the evening, as the sun sets, he transforms into a canvas of pink and orange, framing my journey with stunning colors. He never intrudes but always hover at a distance, a silent guardian of my moments. His presence is both soothing and uncanny, reminding me that beauty is always watching, shaping the world around me with his delicate touch. He drapes himself across the sky, a soft, white companion that mirrors my every step. In the end, this beautiful stalker, a cloud that follows me through each chapter of my day  becomes a part of my story. He weaves through my memories, softening life’s harsh edges and painting my experiences with gentle hues. As he dances across the sky, he reminds me that beauty can be both a comfort and a mystery, a...

All the rage back home. As the holidays are near, the urge to reach home is unstoppable. It's a magnetic pull that reminds me of all the love waiting for me. As I step out into the world beyond the hostel, my heart races with anticipation. Soon, I’ll be wrapped in the comfort of home, where I truly belong. Home is where the air feels different, filled with the scents of home cooked meals and the warmth of familiar voices. It’s where I can shed the busyness of student life and embrace the simple comforts. My own bed, the cozy corner of the living room, and the peaceful moments spent with family. I find myself reminiscing about the little things, the way my mother always knows how to make my favorite dish or the sound of my father’s laughter echoing through the house. And here I am trying to live despite it all. As I pack my bags and prepare to leave the hostel, a wave of nostalgia washes over me everytime. The laughter will soon fade into memories, but what fills my heart is an insa...

  A constant struggle against the challenges that life presents. Every day brings its own battles, whether internal or external, and each decision becomes a stand in the face of adversity. It’s in the moments of doubt and hardship that we discover our strength and purpose. The fight is not just for survival, but for meaning, connection, and growth. Each obstacle faced is an opportunity to learn, adapt, and emerge stronger. In this relentless pursuit, we define ourselves, shaping our identities through the scars we earn and the victories we claim. Ultimately, to live is to embrace this struggle, to rise each time we fall, and to find beauty in the resilience of the human spirit. Nothing, just a impact of CA's.

" Too weird to live, too rare to die ” sounds like the perfect tagline for a quirky indie film or a memoir about someone who focuses on the uncertainties. Picture a character who embraces life’s absurdities, they collect hot wheels and throw extravagant tea parties for them, discussing the existential crisis. This person’s adventures might include teaching their goldfish to fetch. Each day is a whirlwind of bizarre encounters: maybe they get kicked out of a class for attempting a tent life at the back of the class. In a world that often feels too normal, they remind us that it’s perfectly fine to be a little offbeat. After all, being “too weird” just means you’re living life on your own terms, crafting a delightful tapestry of eccentricity that’s “too rare” for the mundane. So let’s raise a toast preferably one filled with pickle juice,  to those who embrace the weirdness of life with open arms! (Disclaimer; those 'they' & 'someone' are me and my friends. Nobod...

                   Waiting, Wishing, Thinking  Isn't it odd that we talk less about the things that we think about a lot? But I tried saying it out loud today and it turned out awesome. When I was sharing that I felt like, " I don't wanna feel this feeling anymore I wanna live it." No matter who stops me cuz important people will think that this the craziest thing they've ever heard. But I think it's the simplest form of life, no IT IS LIFE.  Something in me says that it is what I NEED and that's how my mind interpret life. Things may seem dreadful and unpleasant but  " If you are a lover you got to be a fighter. Because if you don't fight for your love, what kind of love do you have". -Keanu Reeves  And I choose to fight for my love Cuz I believe something in me will save me.

A "BAD" student is,        A "GOOD" photographer         A "GOOD" artist         A "GOOD" explorer        A "GOOD" storyteller                   A "GOOD" filmmaker         A "GOOD" writer                   A "GOOD" chef                  A "GOOD" rider                  A "GOOD" singer                   A "GOOD" dancer and infinity             "Everybody is a genius.                                   But if you judge a fish                            ...

  Yes, it's difFeREnt. Not everyone is treated right in this unfair world.  Can't lose words when nothing's gonna be difFeREnt.

Many have asked me why I always come up with "I don't know" when the question is about me and my likings and really I don't know why.      Cuz sometimes "I don't know" is more than enough to know someone.  Two to three days back, I asked a girl why she has a display picture of a certain person. She said, "I like him". Then when I asked her why she does the answer was "I don't know" which I eagerly expected her to say. Because I had the same answer when someone asked the same question to me about the same person. Her "I don't know" filled all the questions that I had in my mind. A lot of people don't certainly have an answer for loving something or someone. It's just that we do and that's all! It also applies when searching yourself. It's not that everyone should have a specific answer for who you are. You can explore yourself till your last breath and that search tells who you are and what your story ...

  Do you know what "when pigs fly" means? I think, it is chasing dreams, "breaking barriers" and the absurdity of hope. The phrase "flying pig" denotes something that is highly improbable or impossible. It conveys skepticism about promises or scenarios that seem far-fetched.  Also used in a context to point out absurdity or to mock unrealistic beliefs or expectations. Iykyk. Discussing how certain cultural practices or beliefs are resistant to change. Serves as a metaphor for societal norms being challenged or changed in unexpected ways. Everyone of us would have questioned things around us when we dream of something. For us who dream, they say, "sky is the limit". So c'mon what are we waiting we for? Let's break the unrealistic beliefs and norms and fly like a pig in the blue sky💙