The Life of an Ambivert

There are two types of people in this world. Those who know how to deal with youngsters and those who don't. Some adults are more prone to using force to teach children a lesson. Even then, the children don't break easily. its probably because they find the shouts and screams as hilarious than frightening. But when the same is done with a person talking in a calm yet controlled tone, children tend to cooperate more. We had a special presentation prepared for us by a travel agency. It was about three different trips to three different locations. Throughout the course of the presentation, most students were busy talking about the trip, or making fun of the various clips, or just chatting. Once everyone in the audience heard what sounded like a snort. The supervisor gets 'triggered'. He believed that someone started to mock him. So after the agency representatives left, he got into a full rage mode and started to shout at every one of us. he also kept back my class ...

If someone is giving you some advice, check if they are a reliable source. it doesn't matter if they are your friends or family, or a complete stranger you met at a bus stop. Fact check always because the information is more reliable if the informant has used this information or has had experiences leading to that advice. It helps a lot. I come from an Indian family. In our culture, having a loving relationship outside of your family under the age of twenty-one is considered as ill-fated and plain stupid. But in my life and environment, it almost seems imperative for every student to have budding relations with their friends. Every conservation has to followed by 'We are just friends'. Is their anything wrong in having friends? No. But again, the devil that is social construct demands that we be made fun of and mocked for our actions and reactions with different sets of friends. I have this friend. Her name is say, Janice (privacy matters). We have been good friends ...

As a child, I always wanted to be Batman, brave and bold. But as I face reality, I wish for different superpowers. I once read an article in a magazine which talked about how one's dreams and wishes are based on the choices they make in life. These days I think about myself as a master of time, owning the ability to change and turn time at will. As I said before, it probably reflects on the fact that I wished that I had done things differently in the past and want to change the outcome of my actions. I keep replaying things in my head, from words I said an hour back, to things I did in the 9th grade. I feel alone. It's not that I don't have friends, I do. I don't think they care about me at all. I wish I was more enthusiastic, and not so controlling. It has probably led to me writing about it. I don't get why I behave the way I do. Its like a conflict. I see posts about my friends hanging out at expensive joints while here my mum and dad warn me from spending t...

Sorry that I couldn't publish any more blogs. After school started, my priorities changed. Finally I got some time on my hands to write. I try to be modest when i say that I have a skill when It comes to reading people. For  a person like me, I can blend easily into a crowd. I have built my social structure around how I want to live. I am probably ripping someone off when I say that life is like a mathematical equation. Full of indefinite variables. One of them is friendship. I once read a post on Facebook which said that friendships that last for over seven years, last a lifetime. I don't think that's at all true. As a human, one's priorities are ever changing. Just today, I was about to leave school with my friend, when he got distracted by the apparent love of his life. When she said that she was going out to someplace with her 'squad'(why do people call it that?), he dropped his plans with me and strutted off after her. How times change.

January 6th 2017 was probably the worst day of the year for me yet. I remember when I told my sister how I have never gotten an injury of any kind. I should t have jinxed it. I woke up at 4 am in the morning with a splitting pain in my stomach. I thought that I was just really really hungry because I hadn't eaten a lot the day before, but turns out it wasn't that at all. I go to the kitchen hoping to get some water when I am introduced to water of my own. Turns out I was hungry because all of my digested food was stuck in my oesophagus. I immediately vomit on the kitchen floor. It lasts for about a minute till I am covered in my own mess. I immediately he'd to the bathroom to watch my feet when I sat to soil myself. The next eight hours were pure misery. I remember the last time this happened was when we had barbeque and the meat wasn't cooked properly. It was bad. This was worse. I had three reruns of intestinal explosions and several cases toilet disasters. Remem...

I wasn't able to upload my blog of Day #3 because I didn't have access to the internet so by now I would have uploaded both of these blogs. The thing about human interaction and communication is that once it stops getting interesting, it gets hard. But when you have a conversation which is going nowhere, it like escaping hell. People think that I get shy while conversing, but honestly I am probably more concerned about insects and snakes crawling inside my shoe, and correcting their pronunciations while singing out the lyrics to the 'Eye of the Tiger' in the back of my head than listen to the latter talk about their summer internship. Of all the weddings that I have been to, which is not a lot, this has been unique. Since both families are of different sects, they wanted the wedding ceremony to happen according to their preferences. So there was one at 8:30 am and another at 11:30 am. By four o'clock in the afternoon, I was sitting next to bride, watching her b...

Finally some action. Today was the first day in the procession of the wedding. The Sangeet is the event where several people showcase their stupidity and get familiar with the different families. I finally got to dress fancy with the outfit I got in Delhi (that's New Delhi to foreigners). The PM of India, Narendra Modi seems to have inspired lots of people with his fashion sense. I wore a dirty-grey(yes, that's a colour) waistcoat, a blue shirt and white formal trousers. Turns out everyone and the children had the exact same idea. I enter the hall to see all the men and a child wearing waistcoats and the formals. Speaking of clothes, 2016 has pronounced so many events into the world. Judging homosexuality on the basis of colours of certain garments is a common trend today amongst people. Just today afternoon, I wore a faded pink formal with trousers. When I was introduced to some old women by my mother, their first reaction was to how I was brave enough to dawn a pink garmen...

Day #2 What are the traits seen in a sociopath? For all those who have seen Sherlock, know that the incredible detective has certain antisocial mannerisms. They lack all conscience, and lack human emotion. Today I felt a little bit of that. I am sure I am no Hannibal Lector,but today struck me as weird.  I woke up in an unknown room this probably. No worries, I had slept their the day before. It was a short arrangement made for the men. So I wake up late as always, thinking, "Damn you Nachiket! Way to make an impression." So I rush down the stairs and see all of them leaving. The host asked me to stayed for some coffee and i was obliged.  Some people really start judging you when you tell them your from Dubai. I remember everytime I told someone I live in Dubai, they are probably thinking that I sleep on a bed made of pure cotton and toilets of pure gold. So when I was asked if I preferred a Western washroom to the Indian one, meri char hoke phat gayi (I got piss...

Blog #1 Second day of the year, four days to go till the wedding. I remember one thing which my aunt told me about my mum. My mum had the knack for being late. Whether it was for a family dinner, business meeting, or festival, there always seemed to be something to stall her. The same happened today. In the rush of fixing my stubborn sister's loose blouse and doubting my dad's waist size, she forgot that we had a function to attend in a different city. Then came the issue of the car. My family lives in Dubai, and came to India for the winter. My mum claims to be a spectacular driver, but that seems only evident in Dubai. I was yet to inspect her trying to tackle the Indian streets. To say the least, we got there safely, if not in time. Now what does a sixteen year old boy who is probably known for nothing than his height and strength do during the wedding period. The best done by me was probably get in others' way and move stuff from here to there, and vice versa...