I am anti social media. and that’s rich coming from me considering I use wordpress to vent my woes. I was never like this though. The reason I came to hate social media was how people realized that to earn their ten seconds of fame they had to stay on top of the game even… Read More The Farting Pakistani and Other WhatsApp Nonsense
I remember this day. I was 12. I watched this match with my grandfather. I remember seeing Sampras crying and I didn’t like the boy who made him cry. Little did I know I would eventually come to obsessive over this boy for the next 16 years. July 2,2001 19year-old @RogerFederer registers a stunning 7-6(7),5-7,6-4,6-7(2),7-5… Read More July 2, 2001: Day of Federer
I installed WordPress app on my phone today because the thoughts of dying have recently started clouding my mind again. Before you start to think “suicide” umm no. Let me assure you that these thoughts are nowhere near this morbidity. What is on my mind is just this: dying. Maybe because there has been a… Read More Another memory
I never thought I would be writing this. Never ever. People die everyday. Some memorable, some not so much. How do you mourn for someone who lay somewhere in between? THAT seems to be the debate on social media since last night ever since the unfortunate news broke about the horrific crash of Flight 661… Read More Let’s mourn today. Tomorrow, you can continue hating.
So I just finished reading this cheesy as hell YA novel all because I was yet again fooled by the NYT best seller’s list. I recently read a porno by mistake because that too was on NYT best sellers list and after that vowed never to trust that site. Anyway so while the YA novel did… Read More Moving Differently
HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!
Talking to strangers is not advisable. I am strictly against it. Especially when it is over the internet when you’re not even sure there’s a human being at the other end of the line. But somehow yesterday I interacted with a kind soul. I would call this person kind soul because they lend a kind… Read More I took an advice from a stranger and it might be the sanest one I have ever gotten
If there’s one desi phrase that ticks all the wrong notes with me is when someone tries to bless me with their prayer for me having my “kismet opened”. It’s a euphemism for getting married or rather finding a guy to get married to. Why would you say this prayer annoys me? Well for one, the… Read More Kismet Kholo