January 13

Fear of missing out (FOMO)

Fear of missing out is defined on Wikipedia as “a pervasive apprehension that others might be having rewarding experiences from which one is absent”. This social anxiety is characterized by “a desire to stay continually connected with what others are doing”.

Before I started writing this blog I thought it was just a cultural term that’s become popular but on reading a bit more about it, I realized that is an actual social anxiety and can become a serious threat to psychological stability of people.
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March 13

Thoughts about time (ideas while meditating)

As I mentioned in some of my blogs from January, I started meditating this year. I had started to not like myself because I was always ready to snap. I had long thought of myself as a cool and composed person but that had started becoming more of a fictional character. So I turned to meditation to channel some of these energies.

Meditation is a fun activity when you don’t rush it or force it. I started meditating regularly and most days tried to do it in a part of my day where I wasn’t time pressed. Once I started to clear my head of the everyday thoughts about work, traffic, food, money, TV, technology etc I got a little more mental room to follow some of the other thoughts that would pop up. Earlier I would have run out of time or energy to even consider such thoughts but I felt more upbeat after starting to meditate.
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August 19

Shadow at Night

I wrote this about a year back and found it recently under some old uncatalogued text files. I still wonder why I never came to put it up.

Its night, a decent one at that
And i am sitting by the water
There’s a shadow under my feet
And its shining bright tonight

There’s a reflection that bubbles up
And slowly dies away
Just when i try to catch it
Playfully it withers from me
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September 22

Endings

A morning comes with its new light
thousands of things start afresh
and by the time, the darkness falls
its time for all things to end

The starting is full of joy
the ending always forgotten
but why, i ask, is the ending so tough
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