Bishinters

Practicality equals unpretentiousness. The way you are is the way it is. You have your goals just like millions of others, obviously not the same exactly in any manner but the point is that you have, and what most of us do is we associate these ambitions as the sole reason of our existence. You fight, you suffer, and you sacrifice certain things labeling them as distractions though they give you pleasure; frankly this is what you’re taught and what you’ve seen with your eyes all way along. People struggling in the beginning practically end up making others struggle for them eventually, those fighting now don’t have to fight more in the days nearing them, and those giving up certain tendencies do not ever have to worry about that once the restrain is finally slacked down by their ‘success’. The amount of infliction that we cause in ourselves cannot be understood until the same is given to you by another human being. But for the sake of what? Well it has always been about rea

An expression so conventional, so ordinary, and so uncool because of the repetitive usage that the very essence hidden beneath it is misunderstood; whether it is about the mistakes we make or the results we don’t achieve, this is the simple confirmation that you’re going to receive from your friends (good ones) or your family members during times you might be desperately questioning yourself or the events that led you to the landmark you find yourself stuck in right now. It’s not only about what we receive externally, this is statistically the easiest rationalization that we provide our conscience when we’re not sure about what’s going to happen or what exactly we are going to accomplish. In most of the scenarios it’s confined to the doubt in which we find ourselves reminding us about that statement over and over again (just like the famous “all is well” in 3 idiots). Staying optimistic during times of happiness is like a ball descending under the sway of gravity,

Having an emotional complexity is rudimentary in today’s world where we have heart confused with attraction, caring confused with seduction, love confused with lust, and touch confused with sex. The place is baffling, mostly all are weird in their own stereotypical ways; weirdness is a fashion, with some pretending to be someone whom they are not, putting up a show or breaking promises; in short it’s a lifestyle for us, inescapable yet insufficient to get the attention that most find themselves craving about. Personality remodeling due to reasons related to your psychiatric dysfunction is beyond the reach of your whim however if you’re revamping your attitude to prove something to someone then you’d be gladly categorized under induced dementia. Forgetting stuff (humanly stuff not reactions or formulae friend;), denying commitments, hiding things or acting unaware are absolutely legal! Yeah it’s absolutely fine to be a ‘human being’, but when it’s repeated over and over agai

You’ve been grinding yourself for quite a lot; rather desperately but after all the pain and sweat (and tears maybe) the single consequence you yield is a dead end. It’s not a matter of objection but the obvious testimony that all of us during our school years (it doesn’t end there however) have experienced. It’s a frustrating event that teaches you a lot of things, not just the bookish concepts which knocked you out there in the first place. Now we’ll dive into the past of class 12(yes not drifting away from the topic); mathematics class, we had relatively discounted majority, the students weren’t like the typical seekers, most of them weren’t bringing their copies or books, drawing out anime characters (or unhealthy biological diagrams) or even having an active conversation about stuff that shouldn’t had been discussed in math class (or any other class!), due to such actions our teacher used to send such unkind human beings out of the class which reduced our class count

Reckoning! Devastating! Fascinating! Or did it really happen? These might be the unreasonably reasonable contemplations/expressions among us all, when we promptly discern that we had brushing our teeth just few hours ago but it’s actually a complete day. Gosh! We’re now in a scenario where even brushing feels like an ambiguous déjà vu!  Monotony breeds velocity; this is what we’ve learnt in these crucial time of quarantining, the days don’t feel like days, they rather feel like hours (which it is) but I hope you can understand the nonsense that I’m blabbering about does bring some tenor, the days feel shortened and hence pass quickly, though the hours have not altered in any way, the amount of time that we are fortunate to have for activities have surely increased, this has resulted in the so called ‘stretching of time’ which ironically ‘feels’ like ‘contraction of time’ doesn’t it? What I’ve perceived so far is that time accelerates under two circumstances:

Here we go, a background would supposedly make things bona fide for you to go on; the reader may or may not have experienced this condition but sincerely speaking I really would not like anyone to even get the tinge of it, so I’ve been under depressive medication for 14 months complete (+18 days till now) and I still am, it’s really not something that you can expect to prop of gradually I guess as in my case it just came of nowhere (like an unforeseen military coup), I was happy back then naturally (like most of us are) and was pretty normal in terms of my emotional predicament, not that I never got ‘sad’ in my life, or that I never cried before, it’s just that the darkness didn’t stretch for so long as it does now, without the daily dose of fluoxetine life gets drowned in despondency. So imagine this scenario, you’re in a program where it’s already decided (and known) that you are to receive an award for the hard sweat you had put into a project, and you’re anticipating all you

The global scenario right now makes it mandatory for us to stay at home, while this might have been the aspirational covet of many (like the usual weekends); this long term seclusion has definitely altered the way we interpret holidays. Maybe you’re done with the movies, maybe the games don’t seem that fascinating, maybe you’ve changed your mind about ‘free’ time, but may I remind you that it’s us who’s entirely responsible for the boredom we’re augmenting; the more we try to ‘deal’ with it, the less our focus drifts into stillness, in short you’re bound to get more bored when you undertake activities associated with the so called “passing the time”, your resoluteness becomes debilitated, your will suffers a lot. Imagine you’re watching your favorite sitcom, and after this activity it will be a nearly impossible task to shift to something productive say, like doing your assignments, yes you were successful in passing your time and delaying the boredom until the periphery of the

Today’s randomness, here we are; in the middle of this universal crisis, crying, complaining, questioning (God yes), and perhaps most of us are dumbstruck as to why this would happen all of a sudden, only to the current generation of ‘social’ beings, how a goddamn microorganism would confine our lives to the boundaries of our rooms, and why the medical advancement about which all of us used to boast so much about unable to derive an elixir for this virulent death eater. Maybe ten years from now, the students will be reading about this much like we read about the great plague, without much going in their empty empathetic self, as ‘it doesn’t matter until it happens to us’, so it’s us who know the meaning of this and it’s us who’ll perhaps ring the bells for them, to try to make them feel what we’re feeling right now (wasted effort of course, c’mon you never truly listened to your history teacher did you?). It’s only when you encounter your contemporaries are you able to ‘connect’