A neuRotIC mind..

I'm staying with my parents for 2 weeks to just chill at home and eat nice food before I get back into the grind at work. Unfortunately after COVID, the world has realized that it's easy to work from home and people just still work at home instead of trying to recover, refresh and rejuvenate with friends and family or in solitary. And that’s what I was doing.  I thoroughly enjoyed eating nice homely food, the type which also brought back childhood memories. Apart from a few fancy dishes it was just very regular everyday meals. I have no idea why, but it just tasted out of the world. Is the secret ingredient really love? Sounds corny but hey, who knows.  While I have been here, instead of talking to my parents or listening to their problems I have had to continue to work. I was really contemplating if I should have just filed for leave instead of wasting my time working here at home. But I still observed plenty by staying around them. I have realized how much wear and tear there

 This is a new term that I heard from my friend the other day. I was thinking that I'm going through mid-life crisis, but it's apparently now termed third-life crisis for people in their early to mid-30's (thanks to the medical peeps for increasing our life expectancy). But regardless of age or the correct terminology, the fact is we are in a crisis.  If you speak to people who are not going through it themselves (yet), chances are they'd laugh it off or say "Just chillll. You'll be fine". Thanks for the sound advice buddy, but that's not really helping. They may not understand what arguments and thoughts are constantly going on in your head every day. It wouldn’t matter to others but those thoughts matter to YOU. These thoughts could be anything from the fact that you are aging, to what you have achieved in your career to even existential questions like "Why am I here?"  I'm going through it myself (yes, right now) for all the reasons I

Through the years, various fields and professions have fascinated me. I would have liked to be them but alas, life is short and mental and physical capabilities are limited. So I restricted myself to being a software engineer. Here goes: Air force pilot - its cool… and flying! Navy pilot/fighter  - the sea, the tension .long periods of nothingness and then little bit of high octane action Marine biologist - Love whales! Garbage truck driver - skilled profession of driving bigass vehicles, manoeuvring the pickup arm and dumping it into the truck. If lucky get to pick some good discarded items. Like barely used furniture. NDRF - Going to dangerous places, saving people. Feels like an important job Travel blogger -  get to travel and write Writer/author - write random stories Farmer - Take care of plants, grow and eat the same food. Be in the outdoors Environmentalist - Work full time on solutions for environmental problems Astronaut - space, explorer of galaxies Scientist - Come up with

My first foray to actually listening to music was in 9th grade when our English teacher played for us the musical piece "Nightingale" by Yanni. It is by far, in my opinion, his most relatable work amongst the common public. Mrs. Kala's motivation behind playing it for us in class was related to that year's poem on "The frog and the nightingale", to make us understand how beautiful a nightingale's voice really is. Listening to that piece gave me goosebumps quite literally, and when the violin piece started I was transported to another world where I was attuned to every note.  At that time, I didn’t have much resources from where I could hear more of such music. YouTube wasn’t available and smart phones hadn't been launched yet. So I was still listening to Britney, Savage garden, Ronan Keating and so on. Those were fond memories, belting out the lyrics as if we really understood what they meant.  Much later in life, after I started earning my own money