Psych Time

 Every Second Place Was a Declaration of War... Most people hate losing. I don't. Losing is simple. When you lose, the result is clear. You know where you stand, you know what went wrong, and you know how much work is left to do. What I hate is second place. There is something uniquely irritating about being close enough to victory to almost touch it, only to watch someone else walk away with it. Over the years, I have realized that second place affects me differently than it affects most people. It doesn't make me sad. It doesn't make me quit. It doesn't even make me angry for very long. Instead, it creates a permanent bookmark in my memory. Years later, I may forget what I ate that morning or what clothes I wore that day, but I will remember the feeling of standing one step away from the top. People often say that you should forgive, forget, and move on. I have never been wired that way. I don't carry hatred, but I do carry memory. Every time someone underestimate...

Has it ever happened with you? You go to bed after a long tiring day and these countless thoughts come back to haunt you. You start talking to yourself all of a sudden in the bed itself, giving justifications and imagining the mistakes that could have been corrected. I have read somewhere that whenever a thought haunts you, you write it down on a piece of paper, and then you burn it down. Well I don't play with fire. I decided to write down my thoughts in a blog post. Right here. Hopefully I will sleep peacefully today... Because instead of talking this stuff to myself, I am trying to experiment it by talking, I mean writing it here...

  "Addiction is deadly. When you are at it, even though you know its disadvantages, you still trudge down the path; regardless of the outcomes". You might be wondering, fellow readers, if today's blog post's title and above quote make sense. Well, stick with me through this blog post, and feel free to jot down your thoughts in the comments. My close friends are well aware (not quite sure) of my personality. I tend to be the quietest person in a room full of people. Thus, heavy conversations are certainly not my trait. I engage in conversation with the person if our interests align at some point. But I am interested in chatting with that person sitting with me who talks back and we have a fun discussion; not someone who is constantly on his/her....mobile phone. I am putting forth my observations, Whenever I wander around for lunch or dinner in hotels, I see these kind of people everywhere, I repeat everywhere. Imagine sitting at the table with 3-4 people, yet someone c...

 Dear Readers, as the titles Hax (Hacks) and Fax (Facts) suggest, you might think "Here comes yet another blogger discussing the disadvantages of mobile phone devices." That's not the fact here to be utterly honest. In this blog post, I will share some Hacks which I managed to incorporate to reduce my screen time of mobile drastically. Also, I will share some Facts that might help a bit too. What do we tend to do in our free time nowadays? We either scroll through social media sites or play games online on the phone. Although this is the same thing I do, I would suggest keeping the usage limited and not too much. Not long ago, I suffered a severe headache in the backside of my head, implying that it was a kind of pressure on the eyes. Even though I keep wearing blue ray glasses, it became unbearable at a point.

 Imagine walking down an old video game store on your way to the office. You see a group of kids playing games inside. The moment you see them, you tend to go back in time and process your old memories. Okay leave that, walking further, you see another group of kids playing gully cricket. Once again you go back in time and try to remember you had no worries (apart from doing school homework of course), and you have lived the best time of your lives way earlier. This feeling of going back in time (or I must say good times), is defined as Nostalgia. When someone says about Nostalgia, it basically means going back down memory lane, reminiscing old times. Sometimes I too go back into my childhood and imagine the time when the lights were out, there were no mobile phones, and no investors to handle power cuts. We would light up candles, and people from the society used to gather around and talk. Big Men one group, Ladies one group, Kids one group like that we used to gather and discuss ...