“Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.”
— Walt Whitman
During my freshman year of college, we were asked to pick a topic for a communication project. I chose mine as “Death Is Beautiful.” I remember being laughed at for coming up with something that sounded so unusual. I tried hard to justify the beauty of my title but nobody would understand. Hence, I settled with the conclusion that maybe I didn’t explain well enough.
I still believe that death is beautiful but I’ve made my peace with the fact that not everybody can understand it.
I’ve read quite a…
My journey of writing didn’t involve leaving jobs to avoid regret later in life. I got done with graduation and it simply came to me alongside the pandemic. For that, I believe that 2020 couldn’t have been any better for me. When I started off writing, I was as excited as a Lil’ kid with a new toy. The simple fact that people were reading the words that I — a 21-year-old wrote, blew my mind. The views, claps, responses — everything was simply too overwhelming.
I remember being so full of beans each time I published an article. I’d…
Millions of years have gone by with each generation telling its tales to the next one. The world being a blank slate, each tale brought with it, a new concept raising varied beliefs for individuals. All that we are today is an accumulation of these years. We’re lucky enough to have the resources to store the history that we create but in the case of the ancient world, reciting and singing poetic compositions was the way stories were told. People were, in fact, employed for this, partly to remember oral history, geology, and law.
The earliest recognized poems came from…
I have always been a sweat monster. I just didn’t realize I was one until I turned old enough to start socializing and making new friends.
I have the sweatiest palms, soles, and face and they make every task impossible. Activities like going for an interview, meeting a friend, a lover, writing on paper, cooking, cleaning, gripping a pen — the tiniest things make me miserable.
I’m always worried about the other side:
What will the interviewer think? Will my friends or lover think I’m gross? What if I soak the paper with my dripping sweat?
While the list is…
It happened about two years ago. I was in the senior year of college, pursuing a management degree. My eagerness to learn about the industry was just enough to get me started working. I wanted to get an internship and proudly be part of the hustle culture.
I loved the idea of staying occupied all day long. My day would begin with breakfast and getting ready for my lectures. By noon I’d have my lunch and wait for the bus that would take me to my workplace. In scorching heat! Didn’t matter though, I was excited!
My first workplace was…
I’m certain many of us have had people in our lives that argue on just about anything. I have a few such friends as well and honestly, I think they’re too difficult to deal with.
Having quality debates is okay because they’re expected to reach an understanding where even if the opinions differ, they’re respected. But to fling around someone’s opinions just because you think you’re “always right” is a sure sign of a toxic and narcissistic personality.
Such people love to argue and as far as I’ve seen, you can never have your way with them if you give…
Disclaimer — Though this story does not contain any disturbing images, the written content could be disturbing to read.
In an interview with Davor Rostuhar, the Aghori Meronath said:
“The reason why we do things that seem outrageous to the outside world is actually simple. To find purity in the filthiest! If an Aghori manages to remain focused on God even during sex with a corpse or while eating a human brain, then he is on the right way.”
The country of India contains diverse cultures within its borders. Generally, people don’t interfere with cross cultures as long as they…
I suppose we all have a chair in our bedrooms. A cushioned one that relieves our hardworking butts or a stylish one that says we’re all about the funk. People also have old wooden ones. But I have the boring one.
It’s red and it’s made up of plastic. It doesn’t swing, nor does it invite naps. It isn’t funky or old or anything that I can call a personality. Yet, I’ve to sit on it all day long and work my Work-From-Home like no tomorrow.
My butt has truly faced a lot.
With its solid-colored appearance, it does look…
As I write this, I sit in a dumpster. I mean, my bed.
Let me visualize it for you.
There’s a blanket sulking by my left foot and on my right, a laptop charger tangling itself to infinity. Somewhere under this dumpster is a yellow AC remote, I’m sure. And I promise you it was really white when I first bought it.
Right in front of me lies the hand towel that’s been staring at me past this entire hour as I wrote this. I’m certain it’s going to continue the stalk-fest for quite a week. …
You heard me. Professional Cuddlers do exist and they cuddle for a living.
It was earlier this month when I saw a Snapchat story that read “A day in the life of a Professional Cuddler”. It was something unusual and immediately intrigued me.
My initial judgment wasn’t good. I thought, “it must be such a silly and slow-witted job to do!”. But a careful peek inside the story followed by some online digging made me realize that it is quite different than how I — or most people would judge it to be.