On February 2013, I wrote on how desperate I was for an internship. And how much bored I was of the classic “classroom” program. As time passed, till May end, when it was high time, I had something in front
I’ve often wondered what I am going to do with my life. I have goals, both short and long terms. Sometimes the motivation to work towards the goal comes from pressure, sometimes from within and sometimes it just is not
There are primarily two types of people. One to whom their lives value the most. Even if they love others like anything, I realised there are these people who think no matter what happens, it finally comes to them. It’s
It’s a beautiful day. Not because the weather seems pleasant, not because I don’t have any work, not because I got a compliment. It’s a beautiful day because it is today! Not everyday you get this day. Once today is
It’s crazy! It’s where you meet someone, complain something about the hostel, exchange minimum 4 sentences and then say a “Buh-bye”. I am not sure how many people wonder “What is the name of the person I just spoke to?”
Are you among those who believe in this thing…”The more one talks, the more one knows”? If you are not, congrats, it’s a good news. But if you are, then c’mon dude, get back, relax and stop thinking this way.
Today I realized one of the most important phrases that we’ve been hearing to, throughout our lives. “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.” Of course, cover is important, but it needs to be decent only, not glamorous. This may
like I have never been desperate for anything before. It’s my 3rd Year in engineering & it is mandatory for us to do a summer training or internship program in the summer break. I know I can go for training
Or am I? It’s been 8 months that I have written. And now that I am writing, can I say I am back to being a writer? Absolutely not. I want to write. I have wanted to write many times.
Hi. Back after a long time, I am again here with a lesson I learnt. In life, we are often left with situations where some of us, or many of us feel like crying. It may be tears that would