The Overthinker.

We wake up every morning, contemplate bunking the first hour, remember that we don’t have attendance, and use every ounce of willpower left in us to open our eyes. On those few lucky days, we swallow down breakfast. We bathe in ice cold water during winter, and survive without an AC during summer. We all have a backup job option- a dhobi. Roll call is our priority, and putting up with merciless wardens is our necessity. Our diet is 80% maggi, and laptops are our lifelines.   We are the people who learn life lessons that will not be a part of any curriculum. We are survivors, who have limited their entire life to a bed and a shelf. We are the ones who can make the best out of nothing. We manage budgets, we cook food, we travel great distances alone. We don’t make friends, we make family. We realize how strong we are, and we realize how precious our parents are. We are the ones who have seen the worst, and made it through with flying colours. We have two homes instead of one, and

“The greatest reader is the one that reads between the lines” So my sister and I were pooling music into the car stereo the other day, and an Ed Sheeran song popped up. I immediately changed it, leaping from the backseat. Her puzzled expression morphed into an amalgamation of shock and disappointment when I let out a relieved “Phew, that was close! thank god the lyric didn’t start”.   I swear I heard her heart break when I said it out loud: “I don’t like Ed Sheeran”. I felt like I owed her an explanation, so I tried my best: “He hits me too much in the feels, and his music is so damn good that it strikes this weird chord in me and it screws me up big time, I need more emotional integrity to listen to him”. She walked out! How could I have possibly explained the sequence of events that takes place in my head, when I listen to him strumming his guitar like some evil, dark, beautiful angel who says things like “Her face crumbles like pastry” ? I wouldn’t expect anyone to unde

“Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus” This particular notion has been replicated, reproduced and (mis)interpreted into SO MANY absurd, beautiful, thought provoking, and more often than not, scandalous ways. Before you reach a point where you /*physically */ cannot roll your eyes back any further, thinking that this is yet another cleverly disguised post about sexism or feminism or anything in that direction, please, you are safe. This is just my attempt to make sense of the extent of chaos this idea has brought along with its wake, in our lives. No. Men and women are not equal. No. Neither of them is better. No. Neither of them is worse. I don’t know why the fact that we belong to the same species has to imply that we must be equated. I mean who even brought that up? This is so hilarious on so many levels. (To the feminists who are reading this, please, I am in complete awe of everything that has happened in the female empowerment part of the history, spanning across d

So I finally decided to pen it down. Whoever is reading this, greetings and thanks for reading this.  I'd recommend you read it with a cup of coffee (or tea, if you are actually choose it over coffee), but then I associate everything with food so. "All of us are different but we are all exactly the same", I read somewhere. It got me thinking (just like everything else does), but that particular session of overthinking lasted longer than I expected it to. So much that it moved on from being my mind's go to place during class, to actually freeing time to think about it. When it bordered on becoming an obsession, I knew I had to let it out. So here goes : I see so much variety in everyone around me. It never ceases to amaze me. I see a girl in the mornings who actually talks to plants as she waters them, the next girl I see is completely oblivious to the planet around her, immersed in her headphones. Then, there's the newspaper geek, solving the crossword, and