I try to write masterpieces, sometimes succeeding, not so much the other times.

Many a times, we arrive at situations that compel us to think if people around us would approve of our decisions. Will Nikki like the way I've wrapped her birthday gift? Will Dev like the way I've done my hair today? The 'Nikki's and 'Dev's of our lives govern our resultant behaviour and it's quite strange how we belittle ourselves and let others affect our thinking. Isn't this a form of loose neocolonialism? Aren't we slaves of other people, not physically but mentally? Shouldn't Nikki notice the effort you've put in wrapping her gift? Shouldn't Dev like you for how you are as a person and not how you've worn your hair? We give others so much from our share of power that we forget what it's like to take decisions independently without thinking of others for once. We have forgotten what social autonomy is. And we become so dependent on others that when they leave, it shakes up our entire being. The whole life you've b

Picture this: a lanky boy with spectacles has hots for the most popular girl at school with lustrous, shiny hair, amazing figure and perfect, tanned skin. What’s the first thing that comes to mind? That she’s out of his league. Another thought: isn’t it true that when we face a cumbersome task or a task we’re unfamiliar with, we say that it is out of our league? Is there a league for some people while not for others? Who sets these leagues? Do we find the league where we fit in or does the league find us? Can we be a member of more than one league? Well, let me tell you this. WE set our own league for ourselves. Our thoughts and actions define who we are. Our likes and dislikes, preferences, perspectives. We choose our company. We are capable of controlling our life’s outcomes. We fall in love with people and no two people however much in love can be in the same league despite of being soulmates. Maybe that’s what makes human beings so different from one another. Despite of be