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Memory Boulevard

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  ONE_FOUR I could hear the songs, I could view the situations, but wasn’t able to apprehend at that period of time. The songs were just a noise, couldn’t understand it was music then, and the circumstances felt like an excuse for the moments to pass. The passage of time was unheeded and all that mattered was ‘now’. It was serene, carefree and life was a second name for leisure; that was how babyhood was for us, it was instantaneous, unplanned and exciting every second, the past didn’t bother and the future wasn’t a burden. All my emotions belonged only to me, it wasn’t judged nor recorded. I felt the way I did, and no one could question that, no one could comprehend what was mine, and the way I looked at things was something curious about unknowingly, but I felt no need to dive deep, no need to understand what’s going on, was just enjoying each minute, staying joyous without any reason, being how I was naturally, free. To be frank, I was unaware of what was coming ahead (yep a s...

Small things?

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  What’s your approach to justify all that you are able to achieve and those that you may not be able to handle in a world where you rationalize nearly every single aspect of almost everything that you run across? We get closer to god, closer to our soul and closer to our aspirations but we’re detaching away from the little things that are yet important, those small things which might seem insignificant to our productivity perhaps, but eventually these so called ‘trivial’ things is what makes up our life, doesn’t it? Take your career aside for now, take your conquests into the back seat and all of the materialistic belongings that you or your family might possess out of focus, immerse yourself into the realistic unknown of what’s truly yours, and the only aspect which nobody else can maneuver your control over, that is, the peace within you, the love that you have for your near ones, or the vision that you see for mankind, independent of all the temporal emotions and circumstances ...

The world of fakers: (The Fountainhead)

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What other’s force on us we believe , or maybe we just decide to do so to ‘fit in’, we follow other’s advice going against what we know is the thing that we should actually be doing, we get influenced rather swayed by the sweet furtive words that some person says about a thing or institution or people. Our lives have not been our own; most of us do what others manage to convince us about, what others want to see us doing, irrespective of the actual decisions that you took on your own initially, weighing pros and cons, just a word from someone whom you think has better opinions than you is enough to change the whole course of your life, or your career choice or anything that you had originally set out to do. “No man can live for another” says Howard Roark punching severe blow to altruism that is unconventionally still dictated by people who are actually ‘second handers’. Living your life on someone else’s term is what I see most of us practicing . The man who attempts to live for othe...

Removing boredom while studying

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  You’re not getting lazier; you just  aren’t transitioning the activities well . The solution lies in knowing how to shift from one task to another in a way that you take advantage of the  energy & stimulation deficits  from the task you were doing before. First of all understand this that to be able to perform any focused work (like studying) your mind must in a  state of low energy stimulation ;  the state when you’re able to concentrate easily as your focus isn’t drifting or continuously fluctuating. Let’s group all those activities such as social media surfing, or watching movies and series, or anything that you may get  addicted  to do  in seconds  as  easy activities ; as they don’t require much (or any) effort to do but also give you exponential  satisfaction  (and pleasure perhaps;) And let’s call those activities like studying, going through notes, doing assignments, and practicing as  focused activities...

PRIVACY'S REAL?

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The very scintillating device from which you are viewing this blog can be subjected to surveillance ; in fact it already has been at least once, though you may not have even the slightest hue of clue about it. I understand that you’re busy and possibly have other interesting things to do rather than reading this, but where exactly? Of course from your dear smartphone (most commonly), however let me share a subject of contingent fascination to you; your privacy.   What if I told you that you’re being monitored for every move you make, every app you install, every website you visit, or […you may not like knowing this] every conversation you have over the net? Consider WhatsApp [Part of Facebook] as the most common facility every individual possesses, you might be having esoteric conversations with a person or a group of close ones, and naturally you do not want that data vaporizing out into somewhere you would not want it to, or to be seen by a stranger for purposes you definitely wo...

What it feels like

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Imagine this; you have everything you ever craved about, the view of success to the definition of what it means to be so from your perspective, perhaps even from the ones around you. Technically that would mean that you have nothing to be melancholic about, as your life is pivoting the way that you had always desired it to, there’s no void for your conscience to be drowned in dysphoria, still you see no reason to feel blissful, your mood is ironically numbed in contrast to your situation; even though it was the only one you always wanted. You’re confused with what’s going on inside your head, you don’t understand anything that’s seeping into your cortex, and you’re even perplexed about your very existence.  Your significance is gravitating into an emptiness you don’t know the reason for, you can’t decide if you matter, or if you ever did. What I want you to understand is that lack of success or its attributes are not necessarily the reason behind depression, neither it is that only...

Be practical less positive

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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...

“Be Positive” cliché or deception?

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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,...

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