Some people walk. 

Some people run. 

And some people talk like their tongue is on EMI and must pay words every minute. 

Loose Tongue, Tight Trouble: When Talking Too Much Ruins Everything

This blog is dedicated to those brave souls who speak without thinking, without stopping, and without realizing that silence could have saved them from embarrassment, fights, job loss, or historical destruction. 

 

From ancient kings to modern presidents, from royal courts to office pantries, history clearly tells us one thing: a loose tongue has caused more damage than swords, missiles, and WhatsApp forwards combined.

Why Talking Too Much Is Actually a Serious Problem

Talking is normal. Communication is healthy. But uncontrolled speech is like eating extra-spicy food and then blaming the tongue.

People with loose tongue syndrome often:

• Speak before thinking
• Confuse honesty with rudeness
• Use sarcasm as a weapon
• Regret words immediately after speaking

Fun fact:

Your tongue has 8,000 taste buds, but zero regret sensors. That responsibility belongs to the brain — which is usually consulted too late.

    

Ancient India Already Warned Us (But We Didn’t Listen)

Draupadi: One Sarcastic Sentence, One Epic War

In the Mahabharata, Draupadi was sharp, bold, and intelligent, but also sarcastic.

At one point, she mocked King Dhritrashtra, the blind king, indirectly questioning his ability to rule and control his sons. It wasn’t a polite comment. It wasn’t diplomatic. It was spicy sarcasm served in a royal court.

What followed?

• Humiliated egos
• Deepened hatred
• Political revenge
• And finally, the Kurukshetra War

Millions died. Families were destroyed. All because someone spoke when silence would have been smarter.

Lesson: Sarcasm + power + ego = disaster.

 

Shishupala: The First Professional Trash-Talker

Another Mahabharata legend, Shishupala, holds the world record for nonstop trash-talking.

He insulted Lord Krishna 100 times. Krishna tolerated patiently. On the 101st insult, Krishna calmly ended the conversation permanently.

Moral: Even gods have a limit. Humans should too. 

Greek Mythology Joins the Chat

In Greek mythology, Cassandra was cursed to speak the truth — but no one believed her. Meanwhile, others spoke confidently without facts and led Troy into destruction.

Funny irony:

• The truthful speaker was ignored
• The loud confident speakers were followed
• Result: Trojan Horse disaster

Lesson: Speaking confidently doesn’t mean speaking wisely.😊

Modern Example: Donald Trump - The CEO of Verbal Controversy

No article on loose tongues is complete without Donald Trump. The U.S president is proof that talking too much on camera can become a global comedy show.

Trump speaks like:

• Thinking is optional
• Filters are overrated
• Twitter is therapy

Some legendary moments:

• Suggesting bizarre COVID “ideas”
• Insulting entire countries
• Attacking allies on live TV
• Creating international tension before breakfast

Markets reacted. Diplomats panicked. Comedians celebrated.

Trump proved one thing clearly:

👉 You don’t need missiles to create chaos. Just give a mic to an uncontrolled tongue.

Office Politics: Daily Kurukshetra Wars

You don’t need mythology or presidents. Just observe your office.

Classic examples:

• “I was just being honest” (after insulting a colleague)
• “Don’t tell anyone” (followed by telling everyone)
• Gossip disguised as concern
• Over-sharing in meetings
• Sarcastic jokes that HR didn’t find funny

Many careers ended not because of poor work, but because of poor words.

👊Office rule: Speak less, get promoted more.

Social Media: Where Loose Tongues Go Viral

Earlier, people spoke nonsense in limited areas.
Now, one tweet can destroy reputations globally.

Celebrities, influencers, and politicians:

• Lose brand deals
• Face public outrage
• Issue apology notes starting with “I didn’t mean…”    

The internet never forgets. Screenshots are eternal.                                      

Fun fact: Deleting a post only makes people search for it harder.

Interesting Facts: Talking Too Much Is Actually Risky

l  Studies show people who talk less are perceived as more intelligent

l  Silence increases authority and mystery

l  Over-talkers are interrupted more

l The brain processes regret faster than speech, which is why embarrassment comes instantly

Your tongue moves faster than your brain’s regret department.

How to Control the Tongue (Before It Controls You)

• Pause for 3 seconds before replying
• Ask yourself: “Will I regret this tonight?”
• Avoid sarcasm with emotional people
• Silence never needs an explanation
• If angry, type — but don’t send

😊Sometimes, wisdom is knowing when to shut up.

Conclusion: Speak Less, Taste More

Your tongue is a gift — to taste sweetness, spice, and flavor. Not to destroy relationships, careers, or civilizations. History, mythology, offices, and social media all teach the same lesson:

 
👉 Uncontrolled speech causes controlled damage.

 
So next time your tongue feels excited to speak nonsense, politely remind it:
“You were hired for food reviews, not public statements.”

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Baramulla (Movie review)

“Baramulla” isn’t just another film set in Kashmir, it’s a gripping piece of cinema that rips apart the farce of so-called “Kashmiriyat”. The movie dares to tell the truth in a jaw-dropping storytelling manner that keeps you glued to your seat till the very end.

🎥 Baramulla: A Bold Film That Speaks the Uncomfortable Truth

Baramulla is not your regular Bollywood drama. It is another movie that erases the farce of “Kashmiriyat” and dares to tell the truth as it is. The film opens with haunting views of Kashmir- snow, silence, and sadness that sets the tone for what’s to come.

Right from the first few scenes, you realize this story won’t sugarcoat anything. It slowly pulls you into a world full of fear, mystery, and emotion.

🕰️ A Slow Start That Leads to a Shocking Turn

Yes, the first half is slow. The movie takes its time to build up the story and characters. But hold on because the second half hits you like a storm.

Once the real story begins, Baramulla becomes a movie that unfolds truth in a jaw-dropping storytelling manner. Every twist keeps you hooked, and the tension just keeps rising.

By the end, you’ll find yourself glued to the screen, waiting to see how it all ends.

🎭 Acting, Direction, and Emotions

The performances are strong and feel real. No overacting, no drama just raw emotion. The direction is clean and brave. Every frame feels like it has something to say.

The scenes are shot beautifully showing the scenic beauty of Kashmir but also the pain that hides beneath it.

👏 Special Praise for Producer Aditya Dhar

A big salute to Aditya Dhar, the producer of Baramulla. He deserves special praise for making such films, ones that speak the truth and challenge old narratives.

It’s rare to see filmmakers today who take such risks. Aditya Dhar is clearly building a name for himself as someone who believes in challenging the fossilized mindsets of Mumbai film industry.

🎬 Why You Should Watch Baramulla

The performances are top-notch, the writing brutally honest, and the direction, absolutely fearless. The visuals of Kashmir are hauntingly beautiful yet unsettling, perfectly matching the film’s dark undertones.

However, the slow start may feel too prolonged for some viewers who prefer high-octane thrillers right from the word go. Moreover, at times the film juggles many threads  that are supernatural, political, social and some might find the weave a bit complex. 

⭐ Final Verdict

Baramulla is bold, haunting and memorable. It starts slow, but when it turns, it grabs you and doesn’t let go. It’s more than a thriller. It’s a story about what happens when the past refuses to stay buried. For those willing to go past the opening pace, the payoff is real and impactful.

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Faridabad: The City That’s Always Under Construction (Even in Heaven’s Project Plan)

If you ever wanted to experience a live simulation of “Work in Progress,” welcome to Faridabad — the city where construction is not an activity, it’s a culture. You don’t “live” in Faridabad; you simply “navigate” it — like an obstacle course designed by civil engineers who ran out of caffeine and common sense at the same time.

Faridabad: The City That’s Always Under Construction  

Welcome to Faridabad — the city that’s been “under construction” since forever. If you live here, you already know that no road is ever truly finished, and every new project comes with a promise and a pothole. It’s like living inside a never-ending episode of Roads & Repairs.

Roads to Somewhere (Someday)

Let’s start with the “fantastic” road network — the kind that would make even Google Maps sigh audibly. The city now boasts shiny new highways, underpasses, and flyovers that give an illusion of progress. You look at them and think, “Wow, finally!” Then you drive for five minutes and realize — the road ends in a crater big enough to qualify as a UNESCO heritage site.

Faridabad’s motto should be: “We build roads faster than we fix them.” In one corner, the municipal corporation is proudly laying down interlocking tiles; in the next, the water department is digging them up to check a pipe that didn’t even exist yesterday. The Public Works Department calls it “coordination.” We call it “teamwork between confusion and chaos.”

Here, the engineering brilliance is unmatched. Our talented civil engineers and contractors have mastered the art of placing sewer manholes higher than the road surface. The result? When it rains, the water flows beautifully over the manholes instead of into them. Not a drop gets wasted on actual drainage! The roads turn into mini swimming pools, and driving becomes an adventure sport.

Drainage — The MCF Masterclass

But wait, the Municipal Corporation of Faridabad (MCF) deserves a standing ovation. Their genius shines brightest during monsoon preparations. Weeks before the rains, they heroically de-silt the drains, remove all the debris — and leave it neatly beside the drain, waiting for the first rainfall to sweep it right back in. It’s a perfect system of recycling — only without any logic.

It makes you wonder if anyone is actually in charge or if the city just runs on autopilot. The process is repeated every year with a new tender and old excuses. Somewhere, a management consultant is taking notes. 

Garbage: Our Unofficial City Mascot

No discussion about Faridabad is complete without acknowledging its most consistent performer — the piles of garbage. They are everywhere: on roads, near schools, under flyovers, beside temples, and sometimes inside your soul.

These garbage mounds aren’t just heaps — they’re landmarks. “Take a left from the second garbage hill, right after the open drain, and you’ll reach the metro station.” Urban design at its finest.

The government has put up boards saying “Clean Faridabad, Green Faridabad.” But the boards themselves are half-buried under trash. It would be funny if it wasn’t so true.

Encroachment: The People’s Development Model

In Faridabad, everyone believes in equal rights — especially the right to occupy public land. Pavements, green belts, and service lanes are treated like personal property. If there’s an open space, someone will build something on it.

The shopkeepers are no less creative. For them, the footpath isn’t meant for walking — it’s a great place to set up a stall, park a scooter, or build an extra counter. After all, who needs space to walk when you can sell tea or momos instead?

And when the authorities finally come to clear the area, the shopkeepers simply move a few feet back and return before the dust settles. It’s like a local dance — two steps back, two steps forward, and business goes on as usual.

Traffic: Our Favorite Pastime

Traffic congestion in Faridabad isn’t a problem — it’s a festival that happens daily, twice a day, without fail. The roads are so jammed that even the cows have started using Google Maps.

Traffic lights exist merely for decorative purposes — like street jewelry. The average driver interprets red as “speed up,” amber as “horn loudly,” and green as “go whichever way you like.”

At every intersection, you’ll find a self-appointed philosopher uncle who insists, “Yahan toh sab chalta hai.” True, Uncle. Everything does chalta hai — except traffic.

Water, Water… Nowhere (But for Sale)

Scarcity of water is Faridabad’s version of seasonal depression — it comes every few months but never really leaves. Every summer, taps go dry, and people line up like it’s the launch of a new iPhone — only, this one doesn’t come with a warranty.

But here’s the twist — illegal water extraction thrives! Tankers roam the streets like black-market superheroes, selling back the same water they “borrowed” from under your feet. You call it theft; they call it “water entrepreneurship.”

So, while your society WhatsApp group debates borewell depth, someone nearby is running a full-fledged water start-up — “Startup India” style.

Brilliantly Engineered Accountability

Every few months, a new civic blunder emerges that deserves a documentary. Whether it’s manholes above road level, open drains beside schools, or the grand “drain-cleaning-but-don’t-take-away-the-debris” strategy — Faridabad’s decision-making process feels like a reality show called “Guess Who’s Accountable?” Spoiler: no one ever wins.

The creativity and intelligence displayed in these projects make one wonder — are these mistakes, or is this next-level innovation? Maybe Faridabad isn’t failing; maybe it’s conducting a massive social experiment on how long citizens can survive in puddles of bureaucratic genius.

Accountability in Faridabad is like clean air — everyone talks about it, but no one has actually seen it.

Development: The Eternal Work-in-Progress

Every few years, leaders promise a “New Faridabad.” And every year, we see the same old problems with new signboards. Roads are rebuilt, re-dug, and re-announced — a continuous loop of hope and repair.

But despite all this, the people of Faridabad never give up. They laugh, they complain, they honk, and they move on. After all, living here teaches you patience, flexibility, and the fine art of dodging potholes like a pro.

Conclusion: The City That Never Finishes

Faridabad isn’t broken — it’s just forever under construction. Every road, every drain, every new project carries that eternal promise: “Work in Progress.”

And maybe that’s what gives this city its charm — it’s not perfect, but it’s proudly unfinished.

Because in Faridabad, development doesn’t conclude —

it simply begins again.

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If you were hoping for a diplomatic bromance, you may want to sit down first (preferably with popcorn). Because the saga of Donald Trump and India reads less like a buddy-movie and more like a tragicomedy with tariff grenades and surprise plot twists.

Donald Trump, “Friend of India”? More Like Frenemy With Benefits

“Being an enemy of the USA is dangerous, but being a friend is fatal.”

— Henry Kissinger

Henry Kissinger must’ve had a crystal ball because Donald Trump has turned his quote into a real-life experiment—starring India. Because if friendship were a Netflix series, Trump’s role is less “best buddy” and more “that toxic ex who says sweet things but maxes out your credit card.”   

The Indian Cheerleaders’ Dream Team

When Trump first got elected, Indians practically broke their wrists clapping. Indians threw rallies in New Jersey chanting “Abki Baar, Trump Sarkar,” as if Modi and Trump were about to start a boy band together. He praised Modi, he praised Indians, he even mangled Hindi at rallies. For a moment, it looked like a match made in diplomatic heaven.

 

But fast-forward past his re-election, and what did India get? Not hugs, not trade deals, not Bollywood cameos—just tariffs, deportations, and lectures. Indians were like fans at a cricket match cheering their hero, only to find out he switched sides mid-innings. The bromance was downgraded to a one-way situationship.

Tariff Tantrums: Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, India Pay 50% Or Screw You

Trump’s idea of friendship comes with an invoice. His administration slapped punitive tariffs on Indian exports—sometimes up to 50%. That’s not a “deal,” that’s daylight robbery with paperwork.

 

And when India bought Russian oil to keep its economy alive, Trump basically said: “Stop it, or I’ll ground you.” Never mind that the U.S. and Europe were swimming in Russian gas like it was a pool party. India, apparently, had to stick to coconut water.

Deportation Airlines: Non-Stop Service, Chains Included

As if tariffs weren’t romantic enough, Trump sent around 100 Indians back home on a U.S. military plane—handcuffed and leg-chained. Imagine being treated like hardened criminals, when your only crime was chasing the “American Dream.” If this is how friends are treated, enemies must be getting spa vouchers.

Pakistan: The Side Chick With Minerals

And then—plot twist! While India was being slapped with tariffs and sanctions, Trump was busy cozying up to Pakistan.

• White House invites for Shehbaz Sharif
• Trade and energy deals on the table
• Pakistan offering rare earth minerals like it’s selling kebabs at a street fair

Critics even say Trump’s family business interests in Pakistan greased these decisions . Translation: geopolitics, but make it retail.

It’s like India thought it was in a monogamous relationship, only to find Trump secretly swiping right on Pakistan for access to rare earths.

The Friendship Math: India Gets Tariffs, Pakistan Gets Selfies

Let’s tally this up:

• India: tariffs, deportations, sanctions.
• Pakistan: trade deals, hugs, and Trump family LinkedIn endorsements.

This is less “Art of the Deal” and more “Art of Playing Both Sides Until Someone Pays for My Golf Course.”

 

Final Plot Twist

So what have we learned?

• Kissinger was right—being America’s “friend” can be fatal.

• Indians who cheered Trump got scorn, tariffs, and deportations in return.

• Trump’s “bestie” act with Modi turned out to be more like a one-sided WhatsApp chat.

But here’s the kicker: if India, a resourceful country with a trillion-dollar economy, is being kicked around like this by Trump the “friend,” imagine what will happen to Pakistan once his personal interests dry up. India can absorb pressure, recalibrate, and push back. Pakistan? Not so much. When Trump moves on, Islamabad may be left holding nothing but promises and overdue invoices.

So yes, Trump might be India’s “friend.” But if this is friendship, enemies are probably better off.

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Ah, dogs. Loyal, loving, tail-wagging bundles of joy. Man’s best friend, they said. But in India? Turns out they’re also man’s loudest courtroom case, biggest protest march, and latest breaking-news debate. Honestly, if Netflix doesn’t make a series called Stray Wars: The Bark Awakens, they’re missing out.

Street Dogs vs. Humans: The Greatest Soap Opera India Never Asked For 🐕🔥

“Dogs are man’s best friend,” they said. Sweet, loyal, brave, honest — the furry version of the friend who never forgets your birthday. And honestly, dogs deserve that title. They’ll protect you, cheer you up, and wag their tails at you even if you look like you just crawled out of a Monday.

 

But here’s the plot twist nobody saw coming: in India, the best friend has suddenly turned into… the most controversial neighbor.

Dogs are man’s best friend… until they’re chasing your Activa at 40 km/h or staging WWE auditions with your Zomato delivery guy.

Act 1: The Love Story ❤️

Since forever, dogs have been the gold standard of loyalty. They guard homes, star in emotional Instagram reels, and listen to your rants without once asking, “Bhai, why don’t you go to therapy?”

So it’s no surprise that India has a die-hard fan club of dog lovers. Aunties with biscuit packets, uncles who treat feeding strays as their second religion, and activists who know more about Section 11 of the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals Act than about their own electricity bills.

For them, dogs aren’t strays. They’re street citizens with equal rights — like voting, but with more barking.

Act 2: The Chase Scene 🎬🏍️

But then there’s the other half of India. The ones who’ve been ambushed mid-jog, the kids who now walk to school like they’re crossing a warzone, and the poor Zomato delivery guys who deserve bravery medals for surviving daily dog vs. bike chase sequences.

If Bollywood made a movie on Indian streets, half the scenes would be slo-mo shots of dogs chasing scooters. The background music? “Who Let the Dogs Out,” obviously.

And let’s not even talk about the 11 p.m. pack howling sessions. You can meditate, pray, or play white noise on Spotify — doesn’t matter. The dogs will out-sing you every time.

Act 3: Enter the Supreme Court ⚖️

So the Supreme Court decided to play peacemaker. Their idea? Confine street dogs to certain areas.
Adorable. Really. As if dogs carry Aadhaar cards and Google Maps. Street dogs don’t do boundaries. They’ll cross highways, sneak into temples, and yes, guard tea stalls like it’s their ancestral property.

Act 4: The Middle Path 🛣️

Now here’s the unfunny truth: culling dogs is cruel, dumb, and a PR disaster. But ignoring attacks? Equally dumb. Rabies doesn’t care if you’re a dog lover, dog hater, or just an innocent Swiggy guy with a biryani order.

So what’s left? The boring but obvious stuff:

• Mass sterilization and vaccination drives (yes, it works).

• Proper shelters that aren’t just “fancy names for garbage dumps.”

• Public awareness campaigns so feeding strays doesn’t mean “dumping chicken bones in your neighbor’s lane.”

• And hey, maybe hold municipalities accountable instead of just holding placards.

Naturally, activists hit the streets screaming “Save the dogs!” Meanwhile, residents shouted back “Save the humans!” If aliens landed during one of these protests, they’d assume India is in the middle of a full-blown human vs. dog civil war.

The Punchline 🎤

India doesn’t really have a dog problem. We have a people problem. We love easy outrage, dramatic protests, and colony WhatsApp fights. But responsibility? That we outsource to fate, karma, or the Supreme Court.

Until we figure it out, the cycle continues:
One half of India feeding biscuits, the other half getting rabies shots… and the dogs?
They’ll keep chasing bikes like they’re auditioning for Fast & Furious: Paw Drift.

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The consumer culture, in unholy alliance with the media, has spoon-fed us the idea that marriage is just an extended honeymoon with better furniture. In reality, marriage is about responsibilities. It’s about sharing each other’s lives and nudging each other toward being better humans—sometimes gently, sometimes with the force of a cricket bat to the ego.

Marriage in India: The Horror Story No Bollywood Film Warned You About

(A survival manual disguised as an article)

 

Someone once said, “Marriage has nothing to do with romance.” They were right. In fact, if romance is a bird, marriage is the closed window it smashes into, followed by a very awkward silence.

For years, Bollywood and advertising have pumped our heads full of fairy tales: marry the one you love, life will be a forever honeymoon, and you’ll dance in the rain without catching flu. But here’s the ugly truth—marriage is less about holding hands and more about holding a plumber’s number because the geyser died at 6 a.m.
 
I know it seems alarming, but divorce among Indians is no longer considered taboo. The situation has altered considerably over the past ten years due to a variety of factors, one of which is the lopsided laws against married men. To those who are unaware of the ground realities, India's divorce rate is rising and is among the highest in the world.

 

The Bollywood Trap for Men

Boys grow up thinking they must be part Shah Rukh Khan, part Salman Khan, and part Swiss Bank account. The movies convince them that being a good husband means always being romantic, rich, and patient enough to listen to long emotional speeches about curtains.
 
Reality check: marriage is 90% responsibility, 9% compromise, and 1% deciding where to order food from without starting World War III.
 
Though there are laws in place to protect married women from domestic violence abuse in India, no equivalent law exists to protect married males. According to statistics, they are frequently harassed, assaulted, and even killed by their wives/intimate partners. The saddest thing is that they have no place to report physical abuse. 

When Good Men End Badly

We’ve seen it—AI engineers, HR managers, Merchant Navy officers… men with brilliant careers, reduced to emotional rubble because they married the wrong person.
 
Men's abuse and husband murders are no longer a rarity; they are widespread and prevalent in all segments of society.

Men, this is not a decision to make casually or under family pressure. You are not a marriage lottery ticket. You are a human being with mental and physical health worth protecting.

 

Romance Is Temporary—Character Is Permanent

Pre-marriage communication isn’t foolproof, but it’s your best weapon. Smile when you hear “I love you,” but don’t believe it like a WhatsApp forward. Instead, watch and observe:
 

• How do they behave when angry?

• How do they handle disagreement—calm talk or emotional nuclear war?

• What are their views on morality, crime, and justice?

• Do they care about values, or only about vibes?

• How do they treat their own family and friends?

 
Talk. Discuss. Debate. Disagree. Repeat. You’re not just looking for someone to share Netflix with—you’re looking for someone who won’t turn your life into a psychological horror series.
 
Remember, even government data reveals that Indian women are increasingly abusing laws to settle disagreements. This is not limited to married women exclusively. There are blatant misuse of laws that ladies employ to extort money or achieve other ulterior goals. 

 

The Harsh Truth

Social media has weaponized “perfect couple” photos to make normal relationships feel broken. Patience has evaporated, expectations have exploded, and laws plus financial pressure have made men extra cautious.
 
Marriage can still be beautiful, yes—but only when it’s chosen wisely, not out of pressure, fear of missing out, or because “shaadi ka season chal raha hai.”
 
Men, remember: choosing a life partner isn’t about finding your “forever love story.” It’s about avoiding a perfectly avoidable tragedy.

My Parents, My Enemies: A Tale of Well-Meaning Sabotage

Okay, here's a blog post exploring that complex relationship, written as if from the perspective of someone feeling alienated by the very values their parents instilled

My Parents, My Frenemies: How Being Raised Right Made Me Completely Wrong for This World

I love my parents. I really do. They’re basically the poster couple for “good people.” They worked hard, gave me everything, and raised me with a moral compass so squeaky clean it could double as a mirror.

And yet… here I am, getting absolutely wrecked by life.

In Hindsight

See, the problem isn’t that they were bad parents. The problem is that they were parenting overachievers. They built me this perfect little bubble — full of kindness, empathy, and “always think about how the other person feels.” Which sounds great… until you step out into a world where the only thing people think about is how they feel.

Imagine showing up to a knife fight with a box of cupcakes. That’s me, every Monday.

My parents raised me to avoid conflict like it was a contagious disease. Keep the peace. Find the middle ground. Be the bigger person. Which is noble — right up until you realize you’ve spent the last decade apologizing for things you didn’t do, letting people cut in front of you (in line and in life), and holding back in arguments you could totally win… if you weren’t so busy trying to “see their perspective.”

And the manners. Oh, the manners. I “please” and “thank you” my way through the day like I’m auditioning for a Victorian etiquette manual. I hold doors. I give up my seat. I leave space in traffic. And in return? People treat me like an obstacle they can just breeze past.

Always In Crosshairs

Do I want to become one of those loud, elbows-out people who bulldoze their way through life? Not exactly.

Do I sometimes envy them? Absolutely.

Because while I’m over here making sure everyone’s comfortable, they’re out there getting stuff done. And I have to admit… it works.

Here’s the tragic comedy: my parents honestly thought their way would make me happy, respected, and maybe even successful. In some alternate universe — where unicorns roam free and everyone recycles — they’d be right. But in this one? The kind and patient get eaten alive by the loud and shameless.

So now I’m stuck with these impossible questions:

Is kindness actually better than being assertive?

Is forgiveness always noble, or is it just giving someone a coupon for a free second screw-over?

Can you actually thrive in a world where ruthlessness is a job requirement?

Finally

I know my parents acted out of love. They wanted to protect me, to guide me, to give me the best possible start in life. But in their well-intentioned efforts, they inadvertently made me vulnerable, naive, and ill-equipped to deal with the harsh realities of modern society.

So thanks, Mom and Dad. Thanks for the love, the  sacrifices, and the moral code that’s gotten me trampled on more times than I can count. I’m still figuring out how to merge your values with, you know… staying alive out here.

Until then, I’ll keep smiling politely while silently screaming. Because, well — it’s the polite thing to do.

A Dog Sitting Alone On The Shore Looking At Waves

Discover a wonderful story of a dog finding a haven on the shore, fascinated by the hypnotic waves.

Prologue: 

A Dog Sitting Alone On A Seashore 

Imagine a dog sitting alone on a beach. Its gaze is fixated on the waves that dance before it. What is going on in its fuzzy head? Join me on a fanciful trip as we explore the thoughts and feelings of this lonely dog.

A Solitary Canine

Let's start by looking at this wonderful creature's physical features. 

 

With a velvet coat and wide, expressive eyes, this dog is the epitome of charm. Its fur, a mix of earthy browns and vivid golds, appears to reflect the colours of the sun-kissed sand beneath its paws.

Social life

The dog's looks, however, are not the only thing that draws onlookers in. Oh no! Its actions and attitude are equally interesting. This cute buddy emits a sense of calm as if it is completely at ease with its surroundings. With its tail softly wagging, it sighs joyfully as if it had found comfort in the regular ebb and flow of the waves.

 

When it comes to encounters with other animals, this dog exhibits an intriguing mix of curiosity and caution. It approaches other dogs with a soft playfulness, encouraging them to share in its solo excursions. However, it maintains a healthy distance, never giving up its independence.

 

As the sun begins to set, spreading a warm warmth over the beach, our dog finds a comfortable seat in the sand. It rolls up, nose buried into its fluffy tail, and shuts its eyes, ready to enjoy the peace of the night.

The Waves: A Symbol of Change

Now, let's focus on the true stars of the show—the waves! 

 

These ever-changing natural wonders each have their own story to tell. Their unwavering motion serves as a continual reminder that the only constant in life is change. They crash onto the coast with great force, only depart and continue the dance.

 

When the waves crash on the shore, they produce a symphony of sound that fills the air. The continuous beating against the beach echoes around the shore, generating a relaxing song that touches our whole essence. It's as if the waves are whispering a lullaby, softly encouraging us to let go of our concerns and enjoy the uncertainties that life provides.

Significance

Our friend seemed to know the deep significance of the waves. With each crash on the coast, the dog's ears perk up, its head tilts, and its stare becomes more intense. It's as if the waves are whispering secrets to our beloved canine, telling it that life is full of ups and downs, but there is beauty in accepting the unpredictability.

The Interpretation: What the Scene Could Mean

Now, let's look at the deeper meanings hidden inside this beautiful sight. 

 

This lovely picture serves as a powerful metaphor for the human experience. Each wave is distinct in size and appearance. Some waves are gentle and embrace the coast, while others are powerful and crash on the rocks with a deafening sound. Our lives, like the waves, alternate between quiet and turmoil.

 

We've all sat by the seaside at some time in our lives, pondering the enormity of the universe, seeking consolation in the erratic waves, and discovering surprising connections in the most unlikely locations. 

 

Our lives, like the waves, alternate between periods of peace and chaos. In these moments, we learn and grow, discovering courage in the face of hardship.

 

So, let this wonderful puppy remind us to enjoy ourselves alone, savor the unknown, and succumb to the beauty that exists in each moment.

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