There are  times when a person whom you believe to be a stranger greets you by your name and out of courtesy you greet them back politely but the minute they are out of earshot, you turn to your friend and whisper-shout ‘Who the hell was that?!’

There are times when you don’t know half the people who have liked your profile picture in Facebook.

There are times when you stumble upon an attractive girl/guy and go snooping around in their social media profiles.

And there are times when you are at the other end of the stick too.

How does one measure their self-worth ?

Is it by the number of likes one gets on Facebook ? Is it by the number of re-tweets one gets on Twitter ? Is it by the number of people who have viewed one’s story on Snapchat ? Or is it by the number of followers one have on Instagram ?

Is what we portray and what we are the same thing ?

Of course, we may all deny it but that doesn’t make it any less true because at the end of the day we all go back to checking our numbers on our respective social networking sites. (Don’t even try to deny it!)

Confession: Even as I write this I’m hoping that I get a few more followers and a few more likes on this post. (Because we are all hypocrites) 😉

We all want to be remembered. We want to be remembered in the school we studied. We want to be remembered in the college we attended. We even want to be remembered in our own family.

Isn’t that why we all wish to be popular ? So that we may not be forgotten ?

But would you prefer to be just remembered 5-7 years down the line as just a popular name on the lips of your juniors and colleagues or as the person you truly were on the minds of everyone you met ?

Sure it may seem amazing while it lasts but what about later in life ? Don’t make followers, make friends! 🙂

So the next time anyone comes up to you and says ‘Hi’, put down your phones, laptops, iPods, et cetera and strike up a conversation with them. Ask them how they really are, ask them how life has been treating them, ask them what they are up to. (That is how you make amazing friends and who knows ? They may even turn out to be friends for life)

Because each of us have our own story, which is a lot better than the one we put up for the world to see.

So what’s your story ?

Concept image with What is Your Story printed on an old typewriter






I have a habit of zoning out. Quite excessively. And it’s getting me in a lot of trouble nowadays.

Besides, how is it my fault if others refuse to speak anything remotely interesting or funny? Before you ask, no, I am not mad. My mom had me tested. (Thank you Dr.Sheldon Cooper).

If the other party is boring me to death, however important what he/she might be talking about, my imagination takes over and I start to think about the most random stuff and it goes something like this;

‘Miley Cyrus used to be so innocent. Look at her now. I think Hannah Montana was just an illusion created by Disney, when actually the real Miley was hiding under the façade of a fake, perfect pop star who was all Miss Goody Two Shoes. Ugh! Disney! Why do they always have to make movies about “The Perfect Princess”?! YEAH! What’s up with that Disney?! Seriously, you should realise that are influencing thousands of kids out there! Not cool dude! Although “Brave” was pretty good. Wait! Was that a Disney movie? Who cares! That chick was totally awesome with her archery. Wonder if I can learn archery….Hmmm… Maybe I will take it up this summer.’

This is the point when someone violently shakes my shoulder or shouts in my ear and all I can think about is ‘I NEED to know if “BRAVE” is a Disney movie’.

So the other day, we were having our lab practical and our Professor was explaining a procedure to our class while we were taking notes. I, as usual, being lost in another time, another place, and another universe, missed out on a sentence.
Unfortunately, this was the time that my stupid brain chose to teleport me back to the present (I have no control over when I return, unless someone really agitates me). Annddd this is what happened (At least according to me. My classmates tell an entirely different story.);

PROF. : So this is a blah blah procedure in which blah, blah, and blah can be used for testing their hardness.

CLASS : Sir, can you cut it short please?

PROF. : You see, I cannot. I am just following the manual. If you have any problems with my teaching take it up with the HOD. But then if you do, don’t ask me how you got such low scores on your internals. *His lips stretch around his teeth and across his face a.k.a a demonic smile* (Ugh!!)

CLASS : *Groans in unison*
God! What is wrong with this guy?!
What a douche!
Omg! It’s so hot in here!
So sleepy….

PROF. : Now where was I….. Ahh… So in blah blah procedure a 2.5mm —– balls are taken and fitted to the ends of the blah device to….

*This is when I am teleported to the present*

ME : What balls Sir?

*Pin drop silence*

ME : *Buries head on the desk and wishes the earth would open up and swallow me whole*

CLASS : *Starts guffawing and howling*

PROF : *Has no idea what is going on. Tries to control the class. Fails miserably. Taps on my desk *

ME : *Lifts head*

PROF. : *Giving the evil eye*
You don’t even know what a ball is? Hmph! You are not fit for engineering!!

CLASS : *Breaks into even more hysterical laughter and hooting*
Hey Jean! What ya? You don’t even know what a ball is?!
Yo! How many times will the poor Prof. explain? They are 2.5mm of diameter and are made of-*Bends down and      chortles*
Sir, I think our Jean is a little slow. Maybe a demo would make things clear.

ME : *Mutters* Kill me already.

After class I borrowed my friend’s notes and found the rogue sentence that was causing all the drama;
‘In Brinell’s hardness test, a 2.5mm diameter steel ball is used as indentor.’

My dearest reader,
Whatever you do, do NOT zone out. Ever! It’s deadly. It’s dangerous. It’s addictive. Better get rid of it a.s.a.p. It’s hazardous to your health and your reputation. Learn from my mistakes instead of making your own. It will prevent you from wasting time and time is of essence.