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Peer Pressure

 Hey readers, I am back again. Today I will talk about something, which almost everyone had suffered at some point in their life. We often compare ourselves with people performing better or worse than us and feel sad and happy. Today I will walk you through my journey and tell you about the ups and downs that came into my life. In my primary school, I was amongst the bright students, but one thing for which I got scolded was my handwriting. My father used to teach in same school, so his colleagues often used to look for complaints about me to tease him. Till class 5, I had only one competitor. Then I moved to a boarding school and unlike my previous school it was English Medium. This was the first time, I felt a little pressure on myself. There were all bright students from different places, who knew better English than me. I missed my home a lot, and used to hide my tears from all, under the blanket. When my parents used to visit me, I always get emotional and plead them to take m...

Beyond the Scroll: Real Connections

Now a days it has become really challenging to focus on something. I too struggle with this on day to day basis. The social media has bombarded us with information, much of which is irrelevant, cluttering our minds and diminishing our attention spans. This decline in focus has, in turn, eroded our patience. 'Patience', this is the word I was thinking about during a lecture I attended today. The students were chattering during the class, I found myself irritated, unable to concentrate on the lecture. At my college, IIT, there’s a pervasive mindset that professors are boring, and to some extent, this is true. Yet, if you truly listen, you’ll find that they often impart valuable knowledge that we weren’t aware of before. While it’s easy to blame the professors, the responsibility to engage and understand lies with us as well. We should at least make an effort to grasp what they’re teaching. The obsession with coding, machine learning, and the relentless pursuit of high-paying jobs...

School Farewell

Hey readers, this is my first blog. I often turn to journaling when I feel unheard. So I thought, let's try it with an unknown audience, because it's easier to not feel judged by someone you don't know. I will share the stories of a young girl. Not Anne Frank of course, but I started writing a diary after knowing her story through school textbooks. As a teen, I could relate.  I am confused where to start with, should I start by sharing stories from my childhood or dive in randomly? Let's begin with what happened yesterday, but first, let me give you some background. I am about to complete my pre-final year of college, and these days I've been watching seniors enjoy their last moments at college. Yesterday was their Prom night; there were so many couples outside my hostel. I saw boys waiting for their ladies with bouquets. I dearly wished for my turn to come soon. This reminded me of my school days. How I used to imagine last few days of our school specially the ...