Petrichor

Just woke up from a peaceful slumber. When you have an experience and you express so as people could relate, then choosing the title seems insignificant but a tedious task. Since you would want people to get attracted towards the article so as to unveil the hidden agenda you have. (No click bait here). My post is dedicated to those who don’t have a degree in treating people of clinical depression or anxiety but aren’t bad or insensitive. We are among those few who don’t even understand the meaning of depression or anxiety except for the words and what they suggest, though a thorough research may subject us as having some of the similar traits. We are among those unaware of these terms and what goes on in our minds, but due to the contemporary situation people might consider us insensitive. But an alternate reality exists. We aren’t insensitive but we don’t feel the need to show that we do care. On the contrary anyone can call us at any time and we won’t disappoint. We aren’t inaccessib...

I was listening to Lauv’s ‘Modern Loneliness’ few minutes ago when I realised how we are actually as a generation. We are never alone but always depressed. It occurred to me I have a forum to discuss, not just impose or preach, but to explore perceptions. Though being candid won’t hurt that the blogpost gets received by only half the people as compared to my Instagram or WhatsApp stories😂. Never mind. I speak on behalf of the select few who think they could relate to me. This is just a post on well-being.  Just a random picturesque view from my terrace clicked on a normal phone camera. (too much detail) So How are you people holding up ? This has to be my first query. I am not that vocal so blog post it is. It has been my personal experience that it’s sometimes easier to vent out to strangers being anonymous than to talk to people whom you’ve known since ages. It kind of strips the judgement and you get a fresh perspective. I know for sure these are the following kind of peop...

As I write this post sipping my anti cold concoction I might as well add, this is not a post about how to maintain hygiene during this COVID-19 virus outbreak since there are my posts around the corner requesting everyone to maintain safe distance and follow a certain hygiene routine.  Frankly speaking I didn’t have the slightest clue this virus would have such an outbreak all over the world with people dying. Ok enough of the grim instances in life now let's get back to my subject which could act as a breath of fresh air. This post on a lighter note is just my take on all those phenomena which were just restricted to my biology lesson- quarantines, viruses and incubation period. Furthermore it is in no way an awareness review about the pandemic. People are doing their job to contain this. All hell broke loose when my most anticipated family trip to Northeast got cancelled at the eleventh hour and as if this wasn’t enough that now I am stuck at home with college break get...

As I sit nonchalantly on a rather quiet Diwali eve away from home preparing for my papers I had this instantaneous yet anticipated urge to write something. It took me a year to gather my wits and write something on Diwali, which has always played an indelible part of my journey from childhood through the revolting teenage years to the person I have become today (though it is still a personality in the making). I have never considered myself a self-proclaimed blogger since it is something I do just to relate with people around the globe. But the audience I have is very limited and not everyone likes to read long essays now by days. Long story short this blogpost is about all those impalpable times when we don't realize that we are getting older and are probably expected to be wiser. Owning a scooter was like the certainty in an Indian family when we were a kid. Ever wondered how as a kid we stood on the step floor enjoying the view first hand blowing the horn as the scooter pa...

"No phone calls, messages or contact with the outer world". A full digital detox. These were the first things that haunted me when I finally got into my professional career i.e. Masters in Earth Science. For my dear friends who don't know what Earth Science actually is, let me remind you of the famous apocalypse movie San Andreas and the beginning scene where the scientists measure the Earthquake intensity at the Hoover Dam, Yeah ring a bell? Ya, that's what some of us actually do. Since my entire Bachelors, I've been asked by half of the Humankind known to me and they completely have no idea as to what I am trying to pursue my career in. Ya, I belong to a place where people are unaware of the processes occurring all around them but no offense. Recently I had an opportunity to speak at an open mic. It was completely new to me. Thus I started with the usual bickering that how Earth Science was a study restricted to people studying this subject. But was surprised ...

"XYZ traveling to ABC with 2 others," The things I just keep scrolling all through my feed and then self-loathing. But hey I've had my share of legit new year goals kind of activities-That mandatory first-day workout along with same old Netflix and chill but just this day I scaled new heights of finishing an entire season in a day, (No judgments please). I've been trying to write since Diwali but to no avail. I've had no motivation since then. So now It's me cozying up in my blanket and wishing everyone a very Happy and blissful new 365 days of your life. Probably something I saw while logging into my laptop  I've always been this lazy during New Year or maybe I've never had any late night new year partying plans and even if I get lucky they, unfortunately, get sabotaged by me. I feel I like being this during the new year (guilty pleasures). But as the post suggests I need to shun some of my bad habits which have accumulated over the past few y...