Can you embarrass yourself today?

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The other day, I watched a TV interview of an actress who claimed she knew she would become an actor growing up. It seems she knew the answers to all the bizarre questions that can help her find a true calling in life.

Wow, I thought, because I suffer indecision deciding what to eat, and she had it all figured out.

The thing is- every decision she made thereon had a specific reason and purpose. Where to study, what to do, and where to live and connect? The entire thing planned to last mile.

She reached where she intended to…

Writers can change the world for their word knows no boundary.

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We love writing. Don’t we?

Our very core wonders. We observe others and ourselves. Do we also wonder why we write?

Yes, I do. We all do. I wonder why we write. What brings me back to a pen, paper, and keyboard to put down my thoughts or observations or just to let it all out and express?

Sometimes it flows, while sometimes it may not. The urge to pen down a thought even if the mind resists is what makes me wonder. At times, the world around me tends to fall and crumble, but not my desire to write.

Busyness is an addiction

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Busyness is addiction

I do nothing daily. It is my meditation.

Doing nothing is something I crave. A go-to vaccine when it seems everything is slipping away is to sit around doing nothing.

It seems contradictory. Right? Do, and nothing do not go hand in hand. If there is a doing, then how can it be nothing?

What I intend to tell is- It is nothing that I do.

I lay dead in my bed motionless. No movement, no thinking. …

It’s not shitty writing. It’s not writing.

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“Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.”

― Lisa See

Writing is an enigma, sort of, yes. The daily grind comes at a price you chose to pay. I believe things are overcomplicated and glamourized when it comes to putting words on paper.

Writing is neither complicated nor needs romanticizing.

You see all sorts of advice pouring in from each quarter on how to get better and master the craft.

There are invariably more pieces written about “how to write” than the actual writing itself.

The thing is, we love to read and create a…

Life is frittered away with details — hence, simplify.

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These are testing times. You’ve got so much on your plate to consume, coz, hey, you need to impress people about stuff you have, your lifestyle, and that costly lobster you ate.

We live under constant scrutiny and prying eyes of loved ones and strangers who we try to impress for validation. Life is a chaotic mess waiting to explode.

“Waiting for the weekend” describes life now. As if the weekend’s going to straighten out your life. Since when it became about living for two days while dreading the entire week and making it through, just making it.

The majority…

A written piece is way better than an undelivered revolutionary idea.

I have often found myself sitting and staring at my blank word page, Grammarly, my website, Medium, and just about any platform for writing. It is pretty evident as I keep thinking while punching the damn keys. Some thoughts will stop you from writing, and then you have to fight back.

Are we not supposed to write and write and then write some more. Perhaps the time varies as to how much you can devote depending on your schedule. What remains constant is your love for writing and frequent bouts of the overworked head.

I do a 9 to 5…

18,250 days and only 14 days of happiness.

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Is happiness a realistic goal?

The self-help or the happiness industry is estimated at around $11 billion a year and growing, and so is unhappiness. Shouldn’t this be the other way round?

If only, mainly the industry has created a mirage of attainable and sustainable happiness. The gap between real-life and the fantasy created is a tough one to bridge. While you believe in this dream, life conveniently ignores and doesn’t seem to share our beliefs.

The greatest and most privileged have found this goal elusive. The thing is- our pursuit or striving for happiness makes us miserable. …


The more you consume, the messier it becomes.

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Self-improvement is self-defeating. Isn’t it? Come to think of it, and you’ll realize the whole point is to reach a level where you no longer need any improvement.

After thousands of articles and hundreds of books based on productivity, the idea is somehow clear. The ultimate goal of self-help is to never need any help. It is about reaching a state of automation if you might.

Perhaps, this state is the one where more productivity is the least of your concern. Ok, so what next then?

What is your goal of self-improvement? Why read articles on happiness and peace?


Consider the sheer numbers of India and the task at hand

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If you’ve been following news for a while, you’ll know the coronavirus catastrophe at hand. The cookie is crumbling, and not long from now, we’ll have to see what’s left of it. The world is on the brink of a ‘moral catastrophic failure,’ the WHO head mentioned a few months back. Our savior was the vaccination, and yet we are failing and making a mess of it. The rich are hoarding while the poor suffer like it’s something of an unwritten rule.

I didn’t plan to rant over this article to act like a terrified soul, but the situation is…

The anxiety took over us, and we gave in.

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It started with a WhatsApp forward about how COVID-19 is taking its toll on people. The media made it abundantly clear that news would only cater to the pandemic and related things. Quite understandable and genuine, one would say. After all, social media thrives on breaking news, and masala served to the ever anxious mobile and TV-friendly users.

And then there were none, only to confirm that there were many. The exotic affair between social media and the pandemic took off amidst all the doom and gloom. It was a match made in hell (err read Wuhan), and we were…

Rahul Anand

Reading and writing fanatic from the rare species who prefer rest in peace to RIP. ||Spiritual seeker||. Use your energy to believe.

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