About a few weeks back I moved. Again! Less than 14 months ago, I had just moved from Seattle to Tokyo. That was one crazy but exciting move. I documented some of my experiences here. Japan was a wonderful country. It has beauty and culture, a fantastic public transit, some of the most hospitable people in the world. I loved the food there. In fact, I believe Tokyo is a foodie’s paradise. But life happens and you make decision. The story on why I decided to move (and leave Indeed) is for another blog. This blog is about Singapore and what to expect here.
Interestingly I didn’t find a lot of great resources about moving to Singapore. So here’s my perspective on moving to Singapore from another country. Continue reading
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.
I started my work career by doing an Intern at IBM. I definitely learned a lot on that role but that wasn’t really my first job. It was always going to be a short role with a fixed end date, so it always felt incomplete, like I didn’t belong. The first company where I joined for a full time role was Cisco but again that wasn’t really a job. I didn’t do a lot there, neither in terms of work nor in terms of achievement. For me looking back at Cisco brings fond memories of hanging out in a cafeteria, making some good friends and (of course) getting paid. I never talk of Cisco as my first job since I didn’t really work there. I left Cisco after 6-7 months so I didn’t really feel any emotion leaving or had strong bonds with my team etc.
The story really starts about 10.5 months ago when I bought a Fitbit. I thought now that I have spent some money I would have more incentive to be fit. But my real journey started way back. Back in 2007, I was in my 2nd year of graduation. I was a thin person. People (mostly relatives) used to question me on my food habits and the quality of the mess food. But in a way I never had to bother about fitness and weight since I was thin and that was all fitness meant to me then.
It was also during my graduation that I started eating a lot, at all times and all kinds of things. I also started getting more stressed and used food as a cope-up mechanism. In no time, all that oil and butter and fat was getting on me. I still remained thin but my waist started to creep up. However I was too lazy or too weak to exercise. I used to just convince myself that I don’t need to do any of it since that’s not my strong area. I considered working on a computer to be my strength and that’s all I did. Sitting and sometimes lying on the bed for hours at a stretch meant my body got little work out.
We live in troubled times. Maybe not all of us but most of us can sense the growing distrust among people. It may be Europe which has been devastated by multiple attacks recently or the war ravaged middle east. And more recently the feeling of distrust has been growing here at home in USA.
I am completely in agreement that these attacks and wars are devastating for everyone. I also believe that these attacks need to stop. I just don’t agree with the methodology we have started adopting around this. We are starting to close our doors (and our hearts) to people. We believe this will stop the next attack or the next war.
Let me give you a simple anecdote: Gun violence kills more than 100 times people as terrorism within US and against US citizens abroad kill. Have we banned the guns yet?
Tonight, when the world is out
And I sit outside, on the grass
Looking at the dark lush valleys
And sounds of ruffling leaves
I think about those moments
When life as I know changed
Yes it is all too simple, all too clear
For the world, for you!
Its apparent what I do is wrong
Life has funny ways of proving us wrong. I had always considered myself a intelligent person. Rather i had considered myself a knowledgeable guy. Until i went outside India. At first i was at all a loss on what to do. Things just didnt seem to fall into place. Either i googled or read the instructions to the S. Slowly i did learn and it was fun. But to be in a new culture gives you different angles to the same thoughts. And as i was sitting in the airport waiting for my departure i suddenly had a realization.
It was about the human mind. If you try to disclose something from it, the more it wants to know about it. Its not just about events and thoughts. Its also about what we see. If you try not to show it a pen, the more curious it is to see the pen. If you know about a pen, have heard about it and talked about it with your friend a million times and yet never seen it, the urge could become overwhelming.
Tears just find a way to flow
Cant stop them anymore
On the open highway
Thats what my cheeks have become
Finding a way from the eyes
To the end of road
Linger and Drop
Leaving only a wetness behind