The Life of an Ambivert

So, in a previous blog (#18) I stated how not to judge students on what career options they like and want to follow. I actually got a lot of pageviews on that blog (129 I think). And although I stand by my principle that the commerce section is not at all inferior to the science section, I got to say, most commerce students are a bunch of idiots. The commerce boys section is one of the many reasons boys in the senior secondary are always frowned upon. Any appearance by a guest of honor is welcomed with snide comments and the general ape-like behavior. The mere mention of a girl's name gets their blood pumping all sorts of crazy. Most of them lack decorum, public decency, sense of admiration, gratitude, I could go on and on. Sometimes I just feel like punching the inoculum student(new biology word i learnt, means starter or spark, Don't think i used it in the right context though). Now, the reason I am typing this right now is because I was angry after what I saw. Let's s...

I hate dancing. I don't have the excitement for the art-form, or perhaps even the flexibility one should possess in order to move their body. Worst part of it all, I am an indian. Why? Because dancing as a skill for an indian is customary. We dance at weddings, parties, gatherings, recitals, when some music is playing, when the lights are down, and at birthdays apparently. On Friday I was invited to a birthday. The invitation was a surprise, the party was meant to surprise the birthday girl. The group chat was wild with arguments and retorts the day before on what the venue should be. Everyone wanted something discreet and silent. But there wasn't one finalized. Being the good Samaritan, I chipped in an idea about how my building pool has a huge space beside it, easily holding thirty people. Sure residents and office workers made a fuss when I played games there, so there was definitely no issue with fifteen hot-headed teens dancing and shouting. Everyone agreed, and the pla...

" Life is like a roller-coaster.", they say. "You need to live through its ups and downs.", they say. Well, I get motion sickness. I believe in the existence of a higher power. God or not, there is something or someone looking down upon us, toying with us and our lives, influencing our decisions with bias and out of spite. It's like a game of cards, where the best hand wins you everything, but you never if and when you get the best one. Life has been dealing me all the bad ones right now, as if dealing with prejudice. It has gotten so bad that I developed the habit of counting my luck as it runs out. If something good happens to me, my mind immediately wavers to thinking about the consequences and repercussions. Or, if something bad happens, I breath a sigh of relief that at least I will have something fun later. I guess that's the reason my friend called too optimistic about life.  The other day, I was walking home from tuition and took a longer rou...

It's been a long time since I wrote one of these. With the exams and the overall laziness, I didn't find any time to write anything. Today gave me the perfect topic for #23. As you know, I live in the U.A.E., which is by part a Muslim country. In Islam, one month of every year celebrates the festival of Ramadan. It encourages fasting, donating to the poor and needy. And every year, charity events take place across Dubai, donating food and drink to laborers so that they can break their daily fast. This year, my dad's company was invited by a caterer to give away dinner in a labour campsite. So, after school my parents picked me up and we drove all the way to an enormous warehouse turned kitchen.  Work had already started inside. We were given a quick tour over the workings of the kitchen and our role in the process. They had cheesecake, buttermilk, water cups, salad bowls, dates (the dry fruit, not a right swipe on Tinder), and biryani, a meat and rice delicacy superior t...

Life is so cruel. Things turn around just when you wish to remain proper and nice. It's as if life only wants us to fall from grace every time. Just the other day, my mum was talking about how she was about to sell her decade-old Mitsubishi. The very next day, a wheel from car pops off while driving and the front of her car tears open. And this is a person with the cleanest track record, with only parking fines on her licence. Speaking of grace, just yesterday the boys section participated in an Annual Talents Day. Myself, I took part in a group dance along with most of my classmates. Ours was quite something, considering that none of us knew how to dance properly and we were given a limited period of time to practice. Where we lacked in choreography and flexibility, we made up with our sense of humor and hope to gain admiration from the audience through our awe-some selection of songs, which fortunately reached the audience's hearts. Sadly, we didn't win in the dance,...

Wow, was today plentiful tiring. My day started with me writing an SAT test. My dad shook me awake by six o'clock. I wasn't ready at all. I had to drag myself off. When we reached the test center, it was impressive. The pillars and walls were ordained with knitting. The library was overwhelming, books and novels that would put the students in my school to shame, who shove Tinkle comics into their bags. To begin took enough procedure to last an hour. Unfortunately, I am bound by law not to disclose anything about that test (email, text and but not limited to the Internet!). I will just say this though, for test-takers writing the essay, don't. Its terrible having to be time-bound and write a 500 word essay with a 2B pencil. I have never given a SAT before, so I didn't know what to expect. No you can curse me for being skeptic and rude and inhumane, but what happened during the test was disturbing. So, we are writing the Language section, when one student raises her ...

Is it wrong that I care little about most things? Don't get me wrong, I care very much about myself, but not so much when it comes to others. Its weird. I care about how much weight I reduce per month but not much for friends, not enough to even get a friend a birthday present one month after his birthday. Not enough to feel for someone else, not enough to understand the way a person feels and reacts to your actions and decisions. I am not a very decisive person. I improvise according to the situation, taking drastic actions whenever necessary. And these actions have and sometimes lead to severe consequences. Just the other day, I broke all ties with my best friend, over what I thought was a big problem (her) but is probably just a petty issue. My judgement can get clouded a lot of times, mainly because of bias and misinformation. As I said, I should be feeling empty, wanting to heal that bond, or happy, that it is severed. But I feel nothing. Is that wrong?