A Penny For Your Thoughts.

"From favourites to muted, life goes on." Redemption arc. I'm starting to hate that term. Every other character gets a redemption arc these days and I'm tired of it. And no, Malfoy did not have a 'redemption arc' in Harry Potter. He remained a massive bully and I will not let Tom Felton and his fangirls gaslight me into feeling sorry for him. Now that that's out of the way, I can actually talk about a character who had a very good redemption arc. Mr. Darcy. There's already a ton of character analysis on Mr. Darcy and I won't even attempt to do that as there's no way I can do justice to such a fantastic character. Rather, I'll focus specifically on his reaction to Elizabeth's response when he proposed to her which is one of my favourite aspects of the book.  Calling his proposal a disaster would be an understatement. No matter how genuine your feelings are, you cannot insult her family, her status in society, say that you're doing it...

"In the age of men striving to be alpha males and sigma males, I just want to be an old fashioned gentleman." I've had the discussion on who pays for dinner on the first date or date in general with a few of my friends. There seems to be some kind of a misconception. While most men agree to pay for dinner, I've also heard some advocating for the bill to be split because women want to be treated equally after all. I've heard a similar argument from women as well who feel they are independent and can pay for their own meal. I want to pay for dinner not because you're helpless or I think you can't afford it but because it is a nice thing to do. It's a form of courtesy and showing you that I care about you. No one has any problem when we hold the door open for you, or pull the chair out, or follow the sidewalk rule. Why is it an issue when it comes to paying for dinner? Just like how it doesn't mean that you can't open the door yourself or that you...

 "When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done, help me leave behind some reasons to be missed". -Linkin Park I always thought I knew what I wanted to do in life. One could say I had a long term vision. By 9th grade, I knew I wanted to be a software engineer. During engineering, the only thing on my mind was having a job by the time I graduate. I imagined I would retire happily in Bangalore at the age of 60, head to the park every day with my other retired friends, talk about politics, discuss if it is finally RCB's year, go to CTR for a Masala Dose, and a cup of filter coffee, and then head home. I thought I'd figure out the 35-40 years in between when I get there. Spoiler alert, the only thing I've figured out so far is how miserable I am. The universe is over 13 billion years old. The earth is 4.5 billion years old. And you get to live for around 80 years if you are lucky(or some might consider that unlucky). Human life is short. Death comes for us a...

  “I see now that the circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant. It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.” -Mewtwo Today, I woke up in a rather terrible mood. Not surprising considering it's a Sunday. I've been pretty vocal about my dislike of the weekends and any of you who have spoken to me recently would know it. Like most weekends, the cause of my displeasure was not knowing what to do for the rest of the day combined with the guilt of not doing anything 'productive'. Why do I feel guilty about not doing any work on my day off? I'm sure I am not the only one who has experienced this. Why is it that we feel the need to punish ourselves for not constantly thinking about how to improve ourselves? There is no satisfaction in whatever we do and it's a big problem. It's been drilled into us by how we've lived all our lives.  Let's have a look at what we're told in school. It is the most important phase of our lives...

   " Belief isn't simply a thing for fair times and bright days...What is belief - what is faith - if you don't continue in it after failure?...Anyone can believe in someone, or something that always succeeds...But failure...ah, now, that is hard to believe in, certainly and truly. Difficult enough to have value. Sometimes we just have to wait long enough...then we find out why exactly it was that we kept believing... "                                                                                                                                              ...

 I wake up every single day to this monotonous life of doing absolutely nothing. Living through each day not knowing why I am doing what I am doing. What is the point of all this? How long will I do this for? I envy the people who have a goal. An ambition which propels them forward. Meanwhile I am just going through the motions day after day in a robotic manner without any sense of purpose. I'm stuck on this treadmill of existence with no finish line. Is this what the rest of my life going to be? Being locked up in my room working for 9 hours a day without speaking to anyone or seeing anyone typing away on my laptop. And the funny thing about all this? This is the BEST PART OF MY DAY. HOW THE FUCK IS MY WORK THE BEST PART OF MY DAY????? Work keeps me occupied. There's a goal. There are tasks which need to be completed. I have no time to think about anything else and I can focus on doing something which I relatively like. And I get to talk to people. Even if it is 30 seconds of ...