When Boredom Meets Imagination..

Ever wondered?

2023-11-12T00:55:00.002-06:00

Biology determines much of the way we live. From the moment we’re born, we know how to breathe and eat. As we grow older, new instincts kink in…

We become territorial.

We learn to compete.

We seek shelter.

Sometimes biology can turn on us, though.

Yeah, biology sucks sometimes.

Biology says that we are who we are from birth, that our DNA is set in stone, unchangeable.

Our DNA doesn’t account for all of us, though. We’re humans, life changes us.

We develop new traits.

Become less territorial.

We stop competing.

We learn from our mistakes.

We face our greatest fears.

For better or worse, we find ways to become more than our biology.

The risk, of course… is that we can change too much… to the point, we don’t recognize ourselves. Finding our way back can be difficult. There’s no compass, no map. We just have to close our eyes, take a step, and hope that we’ll get there.

Screw the odds, screw the science! Let’s just live. Whatever happens… happens.

———— no, it doesn’t. Does- - does it? It doesn't.

We all want to grow up. We are desperate to get there, to grab all the opportunities we can... To live!

We're so busy trying to get out of that nest... We don't think about the fact that it's going to be cold out there...

Really freakin’ cold.

Because growing up sometimes means leaving people behind.

And by the time we stand on our own two feet...

We're standing there alone…

Phew, being a hero has its price (:

Geniuses are made, not born.

2021-05-26T19:07:00.011-05:00

It all started when the whites and blacks decided to fight over each other, and not to forget, the whites started the battle. Although I am anxious, I got engrossed in the abstract strategy that's used throughout the battle with no hidden information. Both sides, the combatants are so keen on their non-violent approach but are incompassionate to leave a way for escape. Furthermore, the folks on both mobs are very eager to understand the strategies of the opposites, to put them under an immediate attack.

While this is happening, my eyes stopped wandering when it met a set of young eyes which shined like an ocean in the summer sun but with the color of the richest chocolate. Her blonde hair with soft curls was the color of rich cream, and her skin was as clean as a new paper. On the whole, she was like a dream and I loved her. How could I not? She was so very easy to love. By nature, her eyes are expressive but she willfully remained still to not let the opposites understand her strategies. Even before I realized that she’s the one leading the whites, her long, slender, and well-structured fingers skillfully led the entire troops and won the battle over blacks.

Undoubtedly this girl is a gifted bundle of hope, but the fact that she did not just win this battle, but several, even over the skilled and more influential ones makes the entire scene unrealistic. While appreciating my hippocampus for remarkably combining the disparate objects and perceptions into a wonderful bundle, I thoroughly relished this richly detailed hallucinatory experience. Never mind, I am just trying to convey that I woke from a dream :D. But wait, I’ve been dreaming about the chess game, played by Beth Harmon (Anya Taylor-Joy) in a recent drama - The Queen’s Gambit, by Scott Frank.

Rubbing my eyes, I swirled over the bed to pull my laptop, although overwhelmed about the stacked emails, I rushed to check who else thought this unrealistic.

[Please pause the video while reading the reviews in it.]

Jeez... A feeling of happy satisfaction has sufficiently awakened me and pushed me to sense my surroundings when I did see Magnus Carlsen’s review that he found the series “a little too unrealistic”. Did I mention that I am a huge fan of him? huh, who isn't!

The fact that the series revolved around smartness and how swiftly Beth Harmon mastered her skills in chess is not just unrealistic but disturbing, and makes me dig Mr. Laszlo Polgar’s story. Well, he was a firm believer in hard work, and his mantra was “A Genius is not born, but is educated and trained.” This man believed in this idea so strongly that he wanted to test it with his own children and decided chess would be the suitable field for the experiment. And there you go, his girls….

Susan Polgar: Grandmaster by the age of twenty-two,

Sofia Polgar: World champion by the age of fourteen,

Judit Polgar: Grandmaster by fifteen years and four months, she’s the youngest grandmaster of all time :) that’s fascinating right!

But, hold on, I am sure they've made numerous compromises to get there

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

My dad often says, "You can have anything in life if you sacrifice everything else for it". What he meant is, "nothing comes without a price, so before you go into battle, you better decide how much you're willing to lose. Of course, the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don't see coming..."

Crap, too much deviation happened, but the so-called conclusion I wanted to make from my deep-felt dream 😝... is... nevermind 😁

From "The Queen's Gambit", or maybe from the reviews that I read is - "Geniuses are made, not born".

How【BAD】is too【BAD】【?】

2021-03-13T16:18:00.029-06:00

Rolling my eyes upon watching Mr. Money obstruct the stream of sunbeams from striking my eyes, I habitually smiled seeing him grow every passing day. Oh yeah, I’m not talking about a pet, my sister is so stern about permitting animals in the house, it’s a money plant, yeah, he’s growing so healthy, that’s admirable : ). While this is happening, my brain is still pondering about this “POT”, Nah, not Mr. Money’s, well, for those of you who know me might relate this to the poker pot, hell no, it’s the methylamine pot that occupied my brain at this hour in the morning. Lol yes, after a long rolling pause I finished watching all the seasons of breaking bad [if you haven’t watched this series yet, methylamine is a drug that’s controlled by the Drug Enforcement Administration, it’s bad, I mean the drug 😜].

I am still freak about how a simple-minded person with zero drama and no serious psychological aberrations turned his life into an absolute roller coaster.. but in an EXCEPTIONAL WAY. Mr. White is a calm what-you-see-is-what-you-get kinda inspired and knowledgeable chemistry professor, happenings in his life turned him into a drug manufacturer. Oopsie, I’m talking too much about ‘breaking bad’ instead of ‘bad’, which’s my focus! Geez, I don’t want to stop this topic without mentioning Aaron Paul (Jesse Pinkmann), his acting is so so adorable, do check out, if you haven’t yet.

Well, back to bad! Puzzled about this peace to crime alterations, I became curious to know if it’s justifiable? I, as usual, grabbed my phone, ranged my dad, and narrated the entire Breaking Bad to him! Lol yes, I did, the entire story, and yes, he heard it patiently and curiously, the bottom line is he didn’t support this aggressive conversion. While my news freak dad and I are discussing a few other vulnerable stories, my mom took over and said that she supports all of Mr. White’s actions, hell yes, even she silently heard the entire narration. Shoot! She has a justification this time.

She asked if I know this guy named Shakuni from Mahabarath, yes I do. Whoosh! mommy’s way of explaining stuff, but bear with me it’s interesting!

Mom: Do you recommend his actions?

I immediately shook my head from side to side (refusal).

Mom: Did you ever think why he did what he did?

I remained silent and curious

Mom: Well, when the marriage of Gandhari and Dhritrashtra is over (Kauravas’ parents), Bhishma (Kauravas’ ~grandfather) realized that Gandhari is technically a widow.

Me: Oh she’s married already?

Mom: She’s married a goat, for some reason.

Anyway, Bhishma got so angry that the Kuru clan has been deceived, so he put Gandhari’s father, all her brothers (including Shakuni), and her house under imprisonment with kind of too much hospitality. He made them feel like guests rather than like prisoners.

Earlier, the law or the term of the day was such if the bride’s family comes for the first time to the house into which the girl is married, as long as they’re being well treated they cannot walk away. So they were being served and slowly the quantum of food kept on receding but they’re still being served so they cannot leave, but the quantity kept on receding to a point where it just became, a morsel, a person, so slowly they all started depleting because there’s not enough food but they’re technically being served with great hospitality so they cannot go away.

After some time everybody became all bones. Since it’s obvious that the Kuru dynasty just wants them dead, the father and all the brothers among themselves decided to fast and let one of them who is the most intelligent eat all the food and survive and take revenge on Kurus, so among themselves all of them decided to fasten themselves to death and gave all their food to Shakuni. So as his brothers and his father were dying, Shakuni ate the food in front of them. As his brothers died one by one, it is said, his father encouraged him to eat the organs of his brothers so that he becomes strong and lives.

Me: What seriously!

Mom: Ok listen, but the brothers died with a single purpose that when it is time he must go out and take revenge!

So his father said “when I die you can leave, till then you eat the organs of your brothers”, so he sat there cut open their bodies ate up their livers and kidneys and hearts, and lived strong.

Me: That’s cruel!

Mom: Exactly, that is the reason he became cruel eventually. Anyways, the time of his father came, then the father took his walking stick and whacked Shakuni on his ankle, Shakuni screamed in pain and asked why, his father said I have broken your leg so that you always limp and never forget why you were fed with your brother’s bodies, every time you limp you know why you’re limping.

Shakuni was not a fighting man he was just a plump of the soft body but he has armed with a single purpose AND you know what it is!!!

And then she stopped by saying, “so never try to conclude, everyone has their reasons for their actions, but yeah, use your energy for positive intentions!”

POSITIVE😵 a question mark again!

Although both the stories are not particularly relatable or even real (um.. I believe so) Man! My momma’s narration was so just fair and engaging, isn’t it?

Bit off more than I could chew ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2021-02-04T21:26:00.016-06:00

It’s ~2:40 AM and the only line that’s racing in my head over and over again is “Please, Time! Pause, just Pause.... Forever”. Although our car is moving at a fair speed I sensed an utter silence while my right hand’s in my mom’s arm, my left in my dad’s. There are quietness and nothing, yes, nothing, my lips didn’t dare to open even a bit, my eyes wide open but denied responding to the silvery moon that’s dotted on the dark blue night sky, never mind, my hands didn’t bother to even feel my parents touch! I was affectless and however, every passing second terrified me that we are getting more nearer to the airport!

Yes, WE are on our way to the airport, and YES, I am on my way to the USA, although it’s my decision to leave my parents, when the weeks, days, hours, and minutes approached, I became more and more doubtful about my decision. I was clueless about what I decided for my coming years. Gradually, I failed to express my feelings even during situations that would normally be expected to engage the emotions, I believe the medical term given to this is blunted affect, lol.

No sooner we reached the airport, I sensed my amygdala alerting my nervous system to set my fears into motion, however, my stubborn limbic system refused to mind about it. As we walked I saw passengers with their luggage and families, a few seemed smiling, while a few stressful. Whoooosh, there are so many people standing in line at the ticket counter checking in their luggage, while a few standing at the baggage claim waiting to retrieve their luggage, in a flash of a second my eyes roamed on to the people that are at the restaurants inside the terminal and I promptly labeled them RICH! Well, upon hastily scanning the airport and completing the check-in formalities, I stayed with my family, I knew that I’m left with a few minutes before I leave, I still refused to acknowledge my emotions, absolutely unintentional.

Oopsie, the moment has come, I was all set to leave and said bye to my mom-dad as though I’m just leaving for a day, there you go, I realized my dad holding my fingers tight, refusing to leave, with tears rolling, FULL STOP, NO COMMENTS even now after 2.5 years, lol. However, the mixed me replied saying that everything will be alright! And proceeded with my boarding.

After almost an hour, I saw an airplane so close, the buzzing sound that fascinated me from the ground now belonged to me. The minute I walked in I saw a pretty inviting smile that immediately showed great energy and a glow, with a low tone she asked if I needed help. Well, she’s the 1st air hostess that I met and has an equal proportion of charm and politeness. In a few minutes, I settled in my seat and noticed that my mobile is already flooded with messages from my cousin & my friend who are with my parents at the entrance, demanding my selfie, saying cheeeese :) yep, sent :)

Mine’s a three-seater -- me onto the left, a girl, her father onto the right -- soon the plane took off -- the sun was just rising -- lovely sight -- turbulence made me repeatedly chew a gum -- I do not know when I fell asleep -- after an hour's flight it's mealtime -- right side is already served -- the girl and her father began their meal -- overhearing all these while my eyes still closed.

Plot: The girl refused to eat while her dad pampering her to eat.

All of a sudden, a nameless dread engulfed me while a fresh terror reared up within my entire body. Before I realized that fear gripped my throat, I quickly opened my eyes just to notice that I was alone for the very 1st time with miles apart from my parents, that’s when all my wandering senses flooded back!

In a minute I heard a dulcet voice asking what food I wanted to eat, my voice was numb with shock, however, my fingers pointed towards what I wanted.

[I believe I chose salad, rice with soya chunks during my 1st meal, I don’t remember exactly]

I couldn’t eat then, that’s when I realized that I bit off more than I could chew, you know what I mean😉

[Although I ate my later meals well :D]

Anyways,

The only question that pricked my mind then was:

“Ayyaaaaaa, who will pamper me like this now!”

Forget about pampering, there’s no one around that even acknowledged my existence, lol.

That’s how my emotions retrieved their awareness while trying to flee from love during the 17-hour journey, but nope, I couldn’t avoid it, there’s love ALL OVER.

However, this roller coaster didn’t last long.

Well, I know I know there are millions out there with more or less the same story. Kudos to all those who went through this phase and now recapping those early days AND Smiling 😊

Thanks a ton for reading : )

An afternoon with Michael Schur.

2020-11-06T20:20:00.007-06:00

After a nice meal, instead of letting my eyes doze off, I quickly turned my attention towards my window, wait, wait, not a typical 8x8 FT, but almost the size of an entire wall :) Jeez. I hyped it way much :D but yeah, the view from my window is awesome! I can see the sky stretching out everywhere, the white clouds rolling by on clear days, and the eagles that are flying by. I can see the houses lining the road throughout and a blending palette of greens and browns, plus whatever colors that Halloween left behind.

In a blink of an eye, maybe it’s my fantasy or pareidolia, it's the ability to look at random objects and see familiar faces/things. To me, one of the clouds resembled this man, with a lovely gesture, bright eyes that are spaced correctly and are racing for another victory, along with an equal proportion of charm and elegance. Well, the cloud is kinda 45 degrees angle from my site. Oh boy! Yeah, it’s him, Michael Herbert Schur. Yes, yes, an American television director, writer, producer, actor, what not! a creator ;) what wondrous humor and smile he’s got! Hold on, I wonder if he’s a millennial?

Me: Hey Janet

Janet: Hi there!

Me: Is Michael a millennial?

Janet: Nope, he’s 45

Me: Oh, no. That could not happen.

Along with a low Chidi voice speaking of ethics about liking a married man! 😉

Well, you guessed it correctly, I was referring to the characters in The Good Place, created by Michael Schur. For those of you who already watched the series, cheers 🍻 Yass, got connected right? And for those who haven’t watched it yet, cheers 🍻 I just introduced you to a beautiful series of recent times, that I enjoyed watching. My favorite character in that is…… um.. Jason? No Eleanor&Chidi? No no Tahani’s self-obsession? Crap! It’s the cute Michael, mannnn, how did I forget Janet, aargh!

Oh boy! I loved watching literally EVERYONE and EVERY episode.

The story wonderfully revolved around snappy, snappy memory fixxy!

So the search began.

Curious about Michael's very start, I learned that his interest in comedy started when he was 11 years old, it’s the book (Without Feathers, a 1975 collection of humorous essays by Woody Allen) that he found on this dad’s bookshelf compelled him to stay until 4 a.m. that day [well, not so unusual, but yeah, exciting!] and eventually paved way to become an official writer by 22.

Got it, got it, I understand that even you have access to his Wikipedia 😬

But wait, did you come across this story about him humiliating himself way much to raise charity? I was amazed too when I first saw his post on Twitter.

His post - “We’ve raised $9000 in 42 minutes. If we get to $50,000 by midnight I’ll shave my head and take a video and post it. I swear to god.”

Oh god, and the irony is the funds rose to $50,000 within the following hour, ha ha.. and the humiliation coupled with funds continued ever after….

So as his series 😨😊

Winning!

Well, next stop - Um, any suggestions?

Oops, I almost forgot mentioning this. Well, I could somehow (maybe ~15-20%) relate The Good Place story to my 1st story that I've written a year ago, if you do too, I'd love to hear from you.

Thanks for reading :)

Insignificant yet Overvalued....

2020-09-17T21:27:00.013-05:00

[4 min read]

Well, it’s Ava and Ella’s birthday today…. Pause...Pause….

Oh wait! Before we talk further about their day, let’s explore a little bit about their parent’s profession. It’s basically an ancestral occupation, oh yeah this sounds surprising in this era, but yes they own a store named DIA, and they are the art dealers, so cool, isn’t it? Out of many sub-jobs that DIA is involved in, a part of the business is dedicated to painting, I’m a passionate artist, I wonder that’s the reason why I’m more focused on the painting side of DIA! well, wonders apart, the most interesting part about DIA is that they use 23 specially designed brushes for any orders they get. The number 23 instantly grabbed my attention, lol, it’s because I was born on 23rd ;) anyone else? Oops, back to DIA!

To appreciate the uniqueness of this place, I surely want to dive a little deep into its making. So, the brushes have an unusual threadlike three-dimensional arrangement of stones in the form of a chain, people at DIA named these stones, gones. The engaging part is, each individual set of brushes is designed for individual reasons, essentially based on the unique gones attached, so that means no two sets are used for the same kind of paintings, isn’t that interesting? I know, it is! So, a few brushes are utilized to paint only nature, while a few for face/bodily features, and likewise. Such a well-classified implementation right? Um... Fascinating!

Finally, back to Ava and Ella, well on their special day, their parents chose to gift them the portrait of themselves painted by DIA. Everyone is super excited about the paintings, the moment has come and the two highly-skilled painters from DIA are assigned to make two paintings, one portraying Ava, while the other Ella. The painters are using the kit of brushes specifically designed to paint the face/bodily features while being extremely careful to make the best use of the gones because they are the deciding factors. After a few minutes, the curious gaze is over while the painting is completed and given to the kids.

Ava is extremely contented and proud to see herself portrayed so beautiful, while Ella’s eyes stuffed with tears and misery crept in upon staring at her not so good looking painting. Agghhhh! Looks like the other painter hasn’t made the best use of the gones. Well, the not so bewitching part is when everyone including Ava being distinctly proud of the painting done for her, while Ella predestining herself and her capabilities based on her appearance in the painting.

So now the question to the readers! Should Ava and Ella actually involve their emotions in this situation? where their involvement during the course of painting is utterly zero!

Unquestionably No, right?

Cool!

I just walked you through some biology :)

Replace

DIA with DNA

23 Brushes with 23 pairs of chromosomes

gones with genes

features with traits

and re-read if you are curious to understand what’s going on inside ;)

Well, this is for those who are extremely happy or extremely unhappy about their facial/bodily traits. It’s ridiculous to let your sentiments into a situation where your involvement is absolutely ZERO. It’s the tiny characters, the genes, are the ones who played the game, not us! So chill :)

Wait wait wait, don’t mistake features with fitness, features might not be the conscious decision, but fitness is, stay healthy 😊

Crazy yet Caring ^_^

2020-08-02T13:13:00.002-05:00

[4 min read]

I never believed that there exists 'heroines' but yes they do and are called ‘elder sisters’. Well, I don’t have any complaints about that but, mannnn, the irony is, no matter how hard 'younger ones' try, they always end up being ‘side characters’, yes, the character that stays beside the heroine right from the beginning, sometimes if fortunate, even before the heroine’s entry, but damn, even before we fully embrace her qualities, there comes the actual character who is absolutely ravishing with entrancing facial features, beautiful clothes, high academic excellence, appreciation from every possible relative (even from the generations that didn’t exist, lol), and definitely the so-called “the best qualities”; while all of a sudden making the ‘side character’ feel absolutely deflated like a balloon, boom, she’s got no recognition anymore. I sometimes wonder if portraying the ‘side character’ unnoticeably makes the ‘heroine’ noticeable?

Wonders apart! Oh yes! My sister is the ‘heroine’ and yeah I’m the obvious ‘side character’ in our story. And this started more than 20 years ago! Wait wait, I mean 26 years ago, but assuming that I was a heroine at least during my 1st 5 years. C’mon, as a baby I deserve at least that much. So, the very 1st scene I remember is…

I starting my 1st grade, although anxious, but thrilled because it’s already been 3 years since I started my schooling. So, the day has come, my mum helped me dress up to school, I eagerly gazed into the mirror only to notice my sister’s three years old school uniform, shoes, socks, and trust me, even the faded black ribbons, and, not so unexpected but yeah her semi-torn 1st-grade textbooks. Thank god I had my own school bag because I believe my parents couldn’t make up an excuse for that.

But wait, I’m still smiling, I’m still thrilled until I noticed the brand new uniform and shoes that my sister wore. Holy crap, seriously!

And the story continued… with every possible 2nd hand item ~_~

But yeah, not just cons, there are countless pros in having an elder one in your story, like you’ll get special recognition among your friends, especially no one attempts to taunt you because you always have a senior (your sister😉) to guard you, and you’ll get that gifted excuse to make friends with seniors (her pals) and sometimes teachers, like how the ‘side character’ gets to meet hero’s friend and out of the blue falls in love with him and marries him, godddd that’s a whole different story, back to ours, so yeah basically NEPOTISM :D

But the tragedy is, if, I mean IF she fails in any aspect (she never fails, she’s a heroine bro, but IF she does, then), that’s considered a FAILURE even for me, my parents would never even permit me to think about that. Mannnn! How on earth my sister’s failure my so-called failure…? that seized many games/adventures/trips from me, uhh!

But lol, that unquestionably recused me many times from being inert and helped to make learned decisions.

But eventually, there came a period where I realized that my sibling turned out to be my best friend. Isn’t that cool?

Friendship Symbol from 'Oh my Friend'. This picture was captured in 2012

The only person who enters the room without knocking

The only person who still feeds me even when I say “ahh, I’m full”

The only person who yells at me for no reason and I make fun of that, lol

The only person to whom I could say sorry for the millionth time and not feel sorry about that

(hope my mum doesn’t read these above lines 😝)

And lol, I can write a book on these lines, but since I feel super responsible for the reader’s enthusiasm 😁, winding up with a

Happy Sister’s Day and Friendship Day to my friendly sister

and Happy Friendship Day to every single friend of mine :)

Misconstrued Vein of Love..

2020-06-19T23:55:00.005-05:00

[4 min read]

Note: The ‘I’ here is written from a male context 👨😁

It was a pleasant sunny afternoon, well, I understand that afternoons and pleasantness won't go concomitantly, especially when it’s sunny! But wait, it was pleasant for me coz that’s when I met the love of my life. I was introduced to her by her sister. The moment I saw her, the whole agenda for the rest of my life has flashed in my head, a sense of belonging triggered in! And the same reciprocated, she’s equally excited seeing me :)) Woohoo..! That’s when this guy with the long hair, expressive eyes, and a not so cute smile popped in my head, imaginations apart, he’s Issac Newton, oh yes, his 3rd law of motion ;)

Although it’s our initial meet, we started talking hours together. Surprisingly, she’s a fitness freak, we spoke lots about health and fitness. Oh wait, I didn’t mention this right! although my degree is not exactly related to what a doctor studies or does, people often consider me their doctor, basically, I’m a health advisor. So yeah, my girl is super cautious about her health and that made our conversation last longer. We discussed our healthy habits and shared a lot of inputs that we put in every day. We became so attached that she always makes sure that I am close to her vein of love, that feels me directly connected to her heart, you know what I mean ;)

I became her wake up and good night call, we went for our evening walks together, shared our eating and drinking habits. Her healthy lifestyle was aww-stuck, especially the work-out that she does! all thanks to Tim Cook who motivated her, oh well, the fact that this guy sends out his company emails at 4:30 a.m. and heads to the gym at 5:00, cultivated the get-up-and-go habit in her. As days pass by I got engrossed in her excessively high standards and her flawlessness to such an extent that every single step that she takes mattered to me. All this happened in just a week, and my life looked absolutely perfect and worth living with her.

One day, as usual, I tried waking up her in the morning but when she didn’t respond, my heart thudded in my chest, however, this sensation short-lived when she woke a while later. Although her morning got disturbed, she managed to full-fill the rest of her day’s schedule. The following day, not only her morning routine is skipped, but also our favorite evening walk. Eventually, in the next couple of days, her morning routine and somehow our evening walk, and gradually her night’s sleep fell apart from their schedule. The only thing that retained is her work-out, that’s what she claims, I have no option but to agree.

Although I know she’s being irrational and that’s infuriating me, I tried setting myself away from a panic attack bcoz that’s very draining and takes away a lot of my energy. Eventually, I felt futility and zero attention from her. When questioned, she incredulously scowled!
One thing that leaves me cheerful is, she still keeps me close to her vein of love, these are the only times I look back to my hereditary and smile, oh yeah, we both look good when together, and that is the only reason she still wears me and....

I am her freaking Fitbit!!!!

Additional Info 😉 -> ‘Vena amoris’, literally meaning, ‘vein of love’ is the vein that ran directly from the fourth finger of the left hand to the heart.

Moments Outlived Movements..

2020-05-10T01:10:00.002-05:00

[5 min read]

Aahuti is a very healthy, happy, and beautiful woman with gorgeous eyes and a pretty smile. For her, being a strong woman isn’t just about mental strength, but physical strength as well, although she never invested her time specifically in fitness, her ability to multitask helped her stay physically healthy. It is only upon seeing her, I strongly believed that women really are better than men at multitasking, at least in some instances.

Howbeit, one fine morning, while the spring tattooing its colors onto the land, the brilliant pre-dawn golden skyline shades fell in her room through the partially-opened window, and the cool breeze along with the sounds of cooing pigeons from her garden gently woke her up. Lethargic, while falsely interpreting that as spring fever, Aahuti walked towards her garden, beatific faced, she discerned that the buds begin to flower on the plants, adding a splash of color throughout her garden, however, she couldn’t stay there longer when the sun finally emerged from hiding and illuminated the place, while the sudden brightness forced her eyes shut. However, radiant, she walked inside to begin her day’s work.

After a couple of months, one-day when Aahuti sat down in her garden, holding a hot cup of tea, while admiring a red rose, thinking that they have been around a long, long time that gardeners have developed several thousand different types of roses! Within a fraction of seconds, her attention drifted on to the red petals which resemble love and romance, but, in a blink of an eye, the woody structure, the thorns, managed to fill-up her head with strong emotions of pain and grief. She somehow realized that she’s been through a roller coaster of emotions. Overwhelmed and distraught, she immediately rushed to the hospital, after a long tiresome day, when she stepped out of the doctor’s room, tears raced down her cheeks, wiping her cheeks every few seconds, she came back home.

One night, with nausea and anxiety creeping in, Aahuti woke up in the middle of her sleep, just to sense the limited range of motion in her limbs and painful cramps in her involuntary muscles, although petrified, she recalled that the true courage is in facing danger when one is afraid, she then single-mindedly convinced herself for this transition. However, upon every passing day, she experienced changes in almost every organ in her body, the significant amount of pressure on her internal organs led to the squeezing of her intestines, liver, and stomach, which eventually led to heartburn and shortness in her breathing. Additionally, with no charge over her weight gain, she lost the ability to remain in the same position for more than a quarter-hour.

And one day after a couple of weeks, feeling the chill in the air while holding a flashlight at six in the morning, Aahuti enjoyed the winter walk in the lap of nature, pondering that this sheer delight of the movement is enough to make the day. However, these delightful moments lasted for about 15-20 minutes before she could experience a dull pain in her cervix. While fighting the rising pain, this strong lady collapsed when her round ligament tightened up with more sharp and stabbing pain! As time goes on, Aahuti’s condition worsened with continual and more painful cramps, she could feel nothing but the excruciating pain. No sooner a gentleman came running towards her with fear pulsing through him, before he could speak a word, Aahuti, with pain flaring in her eyes, questioned, “Am I going into LABOR?” - Yes, you guessed it correct, Aahuti is pregnant all these days!

This is my mum’s story while she’s carrying me in her womb 💓, oh yeah, the gentleman who came running is my dad :))

When asked her about why she didn’t consider quitting this! She answered saying not to think this as pain, but to think of it as an interesting sensation that required all of her attention :) I was at a loss for words!
However, to describe a mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power :))

So, winding up upon wishing every single mum out there who cares so much about someone else that they just want to be as perfect as possible.. a very....

Happy Mother’s Day 😊

Apparently, not the End....

2020-04-24T22:38:00.003-05:00

[5 min read]

It was an ancient building that is doric, redbrick, and detached. Definitely it’s one of the handsome and high-rise erection that I came across in recent times...

Kinda similar to this erection, but not quite.

I was in a palatial hall kind of room, and I am working there for my boss, Mark Clouse. Well, I was coding, it took shape, so I wanted to show that to my boss and wind up with the day. In the massive hall, I am onto one corner, well-appointed, and he is onto another corner sitting on his bossy chair and doing his work, although the hall is beautiful, his corner often seemed stark. I stood, held my files in my hands those which I’m supposed to show him, started walking to another corner, and when I approached him I didn’t feel good, it’s a feeling that’s hard to articulate, which is in itself profoundly eerie, but then since he’s my boss and I’m reporting to him, I just maintained professionalism. When I’m almost near he greeted me with a grin on his face, I smiled back with a ‘Hello’, I showed him my work, he approved it and said to me to wait and he quickly walked into a curtained-off room.

While I was waiting, Mr. Robert, who was advised to telephone call Dr. Travis Kurc came there. Mr. Robert is a forensic sketch artist, and Dr. Kurc is one of the senior detectives, we all work in the same firm and for the same project. Dr. Kurc was on leave that day and might not show up for the next 1-2 days, so he doesn’t want to delay the work during his absence and wanted to describe the features of a criminal that he found during his analysis so that Mr. Robert could jot them on a paper and the team could start looking for the malefactor.

As scheduled, Dr. Kurc started describing the person’s face and Mr. Robert is jotting them on a paper, the narration by Dr. Kurc seemed to be so comprehensive and thoughtful that Mr. Robert is not asking too many questions and the process was pretty quick, not to forget, Mr. Robert is a well trained composite artist with more than 66 successful cases in his record so far. The call has ended, Mr. Robert was waiting for Mark Clouse to show this sketch and take further instructions.

As always, bug-eyed, I happened to get a glimpse of the sketch, the sketch overall had a dark look with glazed eyes and flat nose, and a wage design of ears and mouth, along with a rough rectangular face-shape and spiky hair. No sooner I started sweating and cold wash went down my back, I realized that the picture had a close resemblance to Mark Clouse, however, unclear and perplexed, I just ignored it at that moment.

Meanwhile, Mark came out of the curtain, walked towards me with an intension to say something, surprisingly, his attention drifted onto the sketch that was placed on his desk by Mr. Robert, nothing has changed, everything seemed casual, Mark held that paper and kept it in a file just like he usually does to any other important documents that come to his desk. Mr. Robert asked if he could take a copy of that, Mark deliberately ignored that and asked Mr. Robert to leave and informed him to send Elina to his desk, Mr. Robert left.

Mark immediately took the paper out from the file and while he’s staring at the sketch, he started a conversation with me, absolutely irrelevant to the project which I barely understood or remembered. While this is happening, he flipped the paper towards the desk and started wiping it over the desk, pretending as though he’s not consciously doing that action but consciously talking to me, but it’s clearly the other way around. Noticing every bit of it but tight-lipped, I wondered why Mark still didn’t ask me to leave the place and did all these privately so there would have been no one witnessing him doing all these.

Meanwhile, Elina came and asked Mark for the sketch, Mark then reacted as though he became conscious about the paper now and stopped wiping it over the desk and flipped it around, and we all noticed that the sketch got erased and we could barely see anything. Mark then exclaimed “Oops! That was inadvertent, I was absorbed in business talk with her - pointing towards me”. Wide-eyed, I then realized my purpose over there.

I immediately reacted saying that I’ve seen the sketch before and added that I can recall and help Mr. Robert retrace it. Mark immediately looked at me, Wild-eyed, but within fractions of a second, he managed to neutralize his facial expressions and said to me and Elina that he could do that since it’s the chief document and he doesn’t want to risk with it. Pointing towards Elina, he said her to leave and asked me to stay by mentioning that I could help him retrace the sketch since I’ve already seen it before.

Sinking into stormy contemplation, however, clueless how to handle this situation, I strenuously held onto unreadable facial expressions and stayed. However, I became hyperventilated, queasy and I’ve gone half-mad with terror. Meanwhile, Mark rolled up his shirt sleeves in preparation for work, that extra moment he took to carefully fold his sleeves is comment-worthy. He then gracefully held a green-colored pencil which had a shape of a hexagonal prism and then started retracing the sketch with unmatched features. Now, having determined to conquer my fear, I decided to restrain Mark from altering the features anymore, before I could speak up, he observantly glanced at me with beside the point and immaterial questions, before this could happen 4 or 5 times, the sketch is complete. Mark then looked at me with a haughty grin, and with a finished sketch in his hands, asking me to hand it over to Elina, and thanked me for assisting him to finish the sketch again. I nodded!!!

Although clear-headed, that it was Mark who’s in the 1st sketch!!

Shame-faced, I walked my way to Elina and handed over the new sketch to her!!!! But, deep inside I knew that this is not an END.

Seeing such a weird-ass dream, I have woken up with a newfound respect for my brain’s power of imagination. 😉

Thank you for taking the time to read this post :)

Exploratory Analysis to Anticipate a Chess Champ's Journey.

2019-07-29T21:33:00.003-05:00

[4 min read]

Leo is 9 years old and an international Chess player. His mom, Alex wants to see Leo as a Chess Grandmaster (GM) before he turns 18.

Since in Chess, rankings are a direct representation of the performance of a player over a certain period of time, Alex started her analysis using the data of the Top 100 Chess players over a certain period of time. Data was sourced from the official site of the World Chess Federation: fide.com. The dataset contained 8 features including ranking date, rank, player's name, title, country, rating, number of games played in that particular year, date of birth.

At first, she was curious to know if there is any correlation between age and ranking. A joint plot between ranking and date of birth inferred that,

the person who got rank 1, yes, you guessed it right, it's Magnus Carlsen, he is the World's Chess Champion since 2013 - present, is born in 1990, the 2nd guy in 1993, and the 3rd in 1975. So she understood that the age has got nothing to do with the championship, except for the fact that rating tremendously decreases when the player loses after 18 years than compare to before 18 years of age.

Alex now wants to know the average rating of a player, to be one among the top 100. A histogram could suffice that requirement.

She understood that the battle between the top 100 players started approximately between 2660 - 2850 rating. Also realized that the players count decreased gradually until it reached 5 - 6 players, and then there's again a gradual decrease until it reached rank 1.

Upon knowing about the age and rating, Alex now is curious to know which country has the more chess population. So she then grouped the players country wise and figured out that,

Russia has the highest number of players of about 20 out of 100 top players, China and the USA are the 2nd leading countries with about 9 out of 100 players, then comes India with about 7 out of 100 players.

So, out of the analysis that Alex made, though age doesn't matter, she wants Leo to achieve a rating of about 2650 before he is 18. Also, since Russia has more chess players than compare to other countries, she believed that the chess coaching would also be good enough in Russia, and decided to appoint a Russian coach for her son, which is again a whole new story. Winding-up upon wishing Leo all the very best to his journey in becoming a GrandMaster..😊

The journey has just begun..

2019-07-27T14:31:00.003-05:00

I feel fully conscious but definitely unable to open my eyes, I could barely move, I feel so weak with little or no energy within myself. I don’t remember anything that happened previously, but it’s like I struggled a lot and fell asleep for so long and just woke-up. With something fluidic touching my feet, I gently tried to open my eyes, and then with my half-closed eyes, I figured out that I was in a slightly dark room with no one around. Though the room was built so beautifully with it being narrow at the ceiling and wide at the base, reminding me of a pear, it was so small. It seemed like an ancient room, it had no doors and windows, just a small tunnel, although I’m not sure where it leads to since I’m seeing this for the first time.

While this is happening, I started hearing some voices from outside, at first gentle whispers, which I could barely understand, and then a sudden tumultuous sound that scared me, I think that was the very first time I got scared so much in my life. Within a fraction of a second, my half-closed eyes were wide open and a sense of consciousness engrossed in me that I wanted to run for safety, but I knew that my feet would not allow me to do so, though weak, I forcibly hit the walls of the room and noticed that there is someone behind the wall to stop me from hitting it more, each time I hit, I could feel more people stopping me and laughing. Terror sucked the very breath from my mouth and finally realized that I was kidnapped by someone. I soon fell asleep again.

And one day there was a sudden trembling, It was like an earthquake, everything started moving, at first, slowly and then, it was rigorous. I couldn’t scream, I could only open my mouth and my breath quickened and I used every muscle in my body to stifle a whimper. Everything around me seemed so busy, it’s like a chemical plant around with rigorous and constant work going on. Somehow the trembling stopped after some time and I could hear the same gentle whispers that I heard earlier, not to forget this time I didn’t hear any tumultuous sounds but a gentle, consistent sound that is soothing me to sleep. Although the place is comfortable, it’s often terrifying, it’s been months since I am in that room without food and someone to talk with. So the urge to get out of that place is increasing day by day.

And one day after a couple of weeks, I built a lot of energy and courage in me to somehow get out of that place and targetted the tunnel. And started moving out, at first my head and then my body, then no sooner I could hear loud screams, my heart began to hammer against my chest but then I ignored and continued. After a couple of hours, I could no longer see the pear-shaped room, I was in the middle of the tunnel and exhausted, In my terrified mind every breath of wind was as loud as a blood-curdling scream. Without waiting a minute, I continued moving on, in about half an hour I could see some brilliantly golden flash for the first time in my life, it was so captivating. In less than a minute a gigantic lady with an annoying grin on her face was holding me in her hands and then I felt other unbalanced hands, trying to hold me as fragile as she could, and there you go It’s my MOM!

HOLY CRAP, I was in my mom’s womb these many months!!!!

I then heard the same tumultuous voice again, this time so close to my ears and it’s my SISTER, and no wonder, that’s when I officially cried for the first time ;) Meanwhile some curious eyes are gazing at me, refusing to hold me out of fear, yes my DAD :)…. And the journey has begun….