" 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 "✨

  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 accurate way to predict the future?”..... “Guessing!” 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 inside a blanket holding m

  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 that the call of the void is a

  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                               by its ability to climb a tree,                         it will live it's whole life                              believing that it is stupid."                             -Albert Einstein  Explore yourself mate. There's nothing wrong in it. Figure out what you love, what you wanna be and who you are. That's what life's about. Creating a story to tell about you. And that story should be YOURS. How you wis

  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💙