A trip between our college’s main campus and transit campus requires fifteen minutes of cycling. I have been drenched at least a dozen times while making this journey over the past two years. Once I had set myself the task of calculating the probability, but then I simply accepted it as bad luck. Rain has this …
And just like that, I’m in the last month of my teenage life. It’s been almost two years since I started this blog and I can feel myself slowing down and becoming kind of constant. No more do my interests change at the slightest nudge or my hobbies disappear at the slightest inconvenience. I believe …
I’ve always been proud to be a ’90s kid. The world was changing, and we were there. Or is that how everyone feels about their childhood? My first year at Kolkata (1998) was boring. My school friends were limited to school and I spent most of my free time lazing around, reading books. One day …
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare is the coolest game that my cheap laptop can support, and I’ve been playing the multiplayer for more than 2 years now under the name Ghost (not regularly, but there have been phases). However, I’ve been immensely dissatisfied with how others play it. I have a strong affinity for properly …
The creature called ‘depression’ always manages to sneak in, even if you have an entire squad of brain cells actively guarding and spreading cheer. It’s like a law of nature. It’s something inevitable. Unless your mind is locked up in some impenetrable dungeon of ignorance. When you look around, you’ll find things – brilliant things …
I remember an evening, sometime during my 3rd semester at IISER-K. I was riding back from class and found the surroundings dazzling with melancholy. It looked like a scene out of an anime. The sun was about to set, but had gone behind a huge grey cloud instead, leaving a faint, yet universal, glow over …
I’m in a mood today to jot down some childhood memories. I’ll try my best to put them in chronological order. [A note: I was born on 22nd July 1993] 1) The angel voices (1993-94) Strangely, my first memories are not visual. Actually, I don’t know whether that is strange at all, but it seems …
Earlier today, I was bragging to a friend of mine about having a little knowledge of Celtic music. I was lying, of course, I know as much about Celtic music as any other Indian (maybe a few songs, or is that extraordinary?), but what struck me was that my lie failed to impress him and …
“You are immature.” How many times have people said that to you? How many times have you said that to people? Have you kept count? Of course not. That would’ve been an immature thing to do. Here’s a fact: you are immature. I was walking down a street today. This typical, busy Mumbai street. I …
How much does the tag cloud say about my blog and myself? I was just browsing through today and it caught my attention because it has become something that I never expected it to be. I’ve always assumed that I wrote mostly about philosophy. But the cloud says otherwise. The biggest word gaping at me …