The Sane Lunatic

As a young adult in the 21st Century, what phone I have makes a huge difference to me. With new brands, and new technology coming out every other week, it gets pretty hard to choose the right phone and keep up. I wouldn't go so as to call myself a tech geek and invite hell from that crowd, but the technical specifications of a phone are really important to me. Now, when I say tech specifications, I'm not talking about the no. of megapixels in the camera, simple screen size and stuff like that. I mean information like the processor speed and build, RAM, OS upgradation, connectivity ranges, screen resolution etc. The second important and just as important to me, is the look and the feel of the phone. A phone could have the greatest and best suited tech specs I can find, but if I don't like the way it looks, or the way it feels when I hold it, if it is oddly shaped, the buttons are ugly, or if the phone looks like cheap plastic, I wouldn't buy it. The next criteria w

I have often thought myself, fortunate, to have the kind of parenting and home environment that has given me the ability to look at life in a different way than most others. Being an addict of passive entertainment, I love to watch films, and thanks to my parents, since the beginning I have watched some of the most thought provoking films in Hollywood and Bollywood.  Now, I am not one to watch documentaries or sob stories. I always prefer comedy and action, to thrillers or horror and have an unreasonable dislike for the romantic films. I love the sci-fi as long as the effects and monsters get my heart thumping with excitement, and a sense of anticipation of a crime-mystery. But every now and then, I stumble across a film while flipping through the channels on TV that can rattle my very existence. A film where the story affects me deeply, for whatever amount of time, but it just hits me like a wall of realizations and emotions. The film I speak of is called, "The Place Beyond Th

Talking about stress to an undergrad, is like preaching to the choir. While the luckiest of us have the advantage of home businesses or genetic brilliance, most of us spend a lot of our time shuffling between our possible careers, none more sure than the next. There are those with active stress of working while studying, and those with passive stress of simply worrying about the load of work that is about to come their way. I belong to the latter group, and as I came to know that is more harmful. Greying hair, shrinking appetites, sleep deprivation and zoning out, the most common plight of a young adult. We are afraid of the future and frustrated with the present. In college, I am simply herded from class to class, reminded of the rising tower of work I need to catch up with. At home, I am exhausted yet cannot rest, hungry yet cannot eat. I can't even remember the last time I 'went' to sleep, I just pass out whenever depending on how tired I am, and I always awake alert

Being only nineteen years old, its easy to forget certain realities of life and our surroundings. The world is a harsh place, and it doesn't let us forget it for too long. I haven't written for a long time now, earlier it was because I had plenty of good days, but this time, I was just too busy caught up in my rage. Now that I have it sorted out, join me as I recount the incidents of these last few weeks. It all started with getting thrown out of a class for being an ass just because I already knew the stuff that was being taught. So, I went to have lunch in my college canteen, which it turns out is where you aren't supposed to be during class irrespective of the reason. Quite basically, had a little tiff with the management, which was resolved quickly but triggered a rather extreme rage inside me. All the pent up anger and issues ranging from the first semester to few weeks ago, resurfaced, with an idle mind to make use of it. Long story short, I designed a couple of an