" 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 "✨

  Inside, my mind is like a storm on fast forward, a whirlwind of fury and confusion. It’s as if a hundred tiny angry people have gathered in my head, shaking their fists and shouting, "This is an outrage!" Meanwhile, on the outside, I’m the picture of serene composure, nodding politely and offering a pleasant "No problem, it’s fine." I’m like a duck calmly gliding on the surface, but beneath the water, my legs are furiously paddling to keep from flipping over. Especially with those desi uncle and aunties who you doesn't know existed. 

When your daily exam motivation looks like this. I walked into the test with the mindset of a champion. If the champion had absolutely no idea what was going on. "It’s all about confidence," I told myself.   It's all about the energy, right?  Yeah, and that's how I've been writing my exams all long but then after each exam I would come up with the motivation of FOR THE NEXXT EXAM I AM TOTALLY GONNA CRUsH ITTT. Here I am, I'm totally going to study… right after I finish this show, or maybe after I eat this snack, oroh look, I haven’t checked my phone in like 10 minutes! But seriously, I’ll study. I’ll start at 9 PM, for sure. Well, actually, maybe after I get some sleep. Maybe next time... or the time after that? Definitely by the time the test is actually happening. Uhhhhh... seriously dude! When am I gonna change?

I don't know why I am posting but am absolutely in love with the glass and the pink sipper. I would definitely want the feeling of being buried under the soil (only till the neck). Back to meme's writing, anxiety is like opening the fridge and forgetting what you wanted, but your brain keeps asking, "What if you left your mobile on charge without switching on? What if you never actually locked the door? What if you’re secretly a good person?" Just endless questions, no answers, and no snacks like the examination hall.

  This meme clearly speaks for me:) Yeah, all those Showtime is gonna be a circus Showtime tomorrow. My procrastination played well. My brain works only at the do or die situations. So here I am working out all my brain on the language I've speaking all my life but couldn't understand a single thing like is this even Tamil? Aaaah...my bloody ancient mother tongue you are hard to understand than a girl but still georeous like one. Gotta go rip my brain off...bye.

  When you got a lot of serupadis and you should definitely give a comeback, this is the right time. SEMESTER! Yes, it's here. It's the that time of your life, where you can give an academic comeback, physical comeback or a mental comeback. Put a plaster on the mouths that lied about knowing you. Yeah, they were right. They don't know you. So why not SHOW THEM? Set yourself and your standards high, that no one looks and speaks low.

When your eyes are heavy but mind is heavier, what do you do? Cry? Nah!  Then? BEAR. Bear the tears and the thoughts.

  All this anger was once love❌ All this anger was always love✅ It was deep, not the wounds but the words They stood still and sturdy like the love she has They cut her trust but couldn't touch her love 22 years, 22 YEARS! What for? she asked. But little did she know; his silence's blaring voice.

In a busy room, everyone talked and laughed, but I felt alone. Their voices blended together, and I couldn’t focus. It was like I was behind a glass wall, watching but not really part of it. I felt peaceful in my own thoughts, even as the chatter surrounded me. Though I was surrounded by people, I was lost in my own little world, watching life happen without me.

In a moment of raw clarity, the world feels like a jagged landscape, its harshness cutting through the fabric of perception. Eyes, once sheltered in the comfort of illusion, now confront a reality that feels like a relentless assault. Each glance reveals the stark truths of suffering, chaos, and indifference, as if the very act of seeing is an invitation to witness the brutality of existence. The weight of despair presses heavily, threatening to rip the soul from its anchor. In this agonizing awareness, vulnerability surfaces, exposing the fragility of hope amidst the unforgiving glare of a world that often feels devoid of compassion. It's a jarring awakening, where the beauty once seen becomes obscured by the shadows of stark truths, leaving an indelible mark on the spirit.

As Diwali ends and semester exams begins, the festive crackers are swapped for stacks of textbooks. Us who once chatted about sweets are now frantically trading notes, shouting, “Did you study this?” Amidst the chaos, someone's messed up relationship problems in literature seem harder than finding the last piece of ladoo. The so called black tea nights replace Diwali celebrations, and the only fireworks come from the stress of group study sessions. Welcome to the post-Diwali reality, where survival becomes the ultimate goal!

"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.