SaumyaRants

 "What do you think the best day of your life is?" " I don't know, it probably hasn't happened yet, and it's going to be pretty exciting."                                                                                                       - A child on the streets of New York when asked by a reporter, paraphrased by my memory, and laziness to check the actual quote. I'm pretty sure a few of those days just happened a few days ago. 23rd and 24th December. Much to my surprise, there was ...

Every year, every month, every week, every day, every second, we make decisions. How big of an impact those decisions make are out of our control, and that is both beautiful and terrifying. It is not a rare occurrence to think how intertwined this world's lives are. You would have had a complete different social circle for your formative years had your parents not chosen that school. Maybe you wouldn't have even made a friend unless you forgot a pencil that day and had to borrow one. Maybe you wouldn't have discovered your favourite artist if the Youtube Algorithm had not chosen them for you. Maybe you still have that habit you picked up from your childhood best friend a decade ago. I wouldn't have discovered Doctor Who if I didn't decide to channel surf that one particular day. What I'm trying to say with all this rambling is, I find it fascinating and amazing how life is such a complicated mess. We are all a mosaic of everyone else's lives. Some people cal...

 Everyone has a thing which constituted the majority of their childhood. As an only child born in the mid 2000's who had access to the internet, that thing for me was flash games. Any game you see a kid playing on the internet was probably a flash game. Flipline Studios, GirlsGoGames, RoundGames, Kongregate and Agame.com were my most frequented websites on the internet. Before you classify me as a couch potato hikkokomori kind of person,  I would like you to remind you that with these games us children bonded, laughed, named characters, and even made game jingles together. The internet was our hangout spot. Why Goodbye, you may ask? Well, this December, Adobe Flash, the software that most of these games ran on, will be discontinued. It was the first thing that happened in this world that told me my childhood had ended. It was emotional, and gut-wrenching, but life goes on. There are some things you can download in which you can play most of these games, but still, it was an e...

Couldn't post last week, hence two posts. BTS, in their song Idol , have explored the idea of one person's being being constituted by many people. That is, one person having many different aspects to them, having three dimensional personalities, rather than just being the person we know them as. A human being consists of many people, all masquerading as one person. This was particularly note-worthy to me since I always used to make, or divide, different versions of me to make different characters in playing pretend when I was younger. So, here are some of them. Cute Saumya Naive and innocent, this version of me seems to be the most common perception of me. She has no ulterior motives, and is always curious like a child.   Intellectual Saumya Oh Jeez I need this person to come back in my life more often now. Diligent and hardworking, she is always very keen on trying her best. She is what gets me my grades. Edgy Saumya This version of me was born when I joined my school van. Su...

 With Christmas nearing, the thought of gifts from your parents, or, quite literally everything you own before you get a job, came to my mind. 2015, I am in Spencer's market. (It is a hypermarket near Bhootnath.)  "Mummy, how much can I buy something for me for?" "Oh IDK, like a 100 or something." Lo and behold, began the search of a 9-year-old girl for something in the stationary section for something under ₹100. I ended up buying a purple gluestick. That amount, a hundred rupees, stuck with me. Even though it has been five years since then, I still feel guilty asking for something which costs more than a hundred rupees. Not that my parents ever enforced that, this feeling just sort of, spontaneously internalized in me. The same year, my mother introduced the idea of giving me something, however small, every month, preferably the 19th, since my birthday is on 19th July. Sort of like a monthly birthday. As a result of my parents' persistence, I have always g...

 This blog post has been planned for a long time and doesn't really have that much input from me. This blog post just contains two of my favourite speeches, in the order I discovered them.   The first one is from the show Doctor Who, which I have mentioned earlier as one of my most like TV shows. The protagonist, the Doctor, is an alien, though looking human. Every time a member of their species is about to die, their body "regenerates" in which they change their body and personality, still having the memories. This is the speech the 12th incarnation says before regenerating. It all just disappears doesn't it? Everything you are, gone in a moment like breath on a mirror. Any moment now, he’s a coming, The Doctor and I always will be. But times change and so must I. We all change, when you think about it. We are all different people all through our lives and that's okay, that's good you've got to keep moving so long as you remember all the people ...

 6-year-old me enters a book shop, mesmerised. Surrounded by book shelves filled with the things I love, I quickly ran up to one that interested me. It said Slam Book at the top, whatever that meant. It was filled with different questions. How interesting! You could answer the whole book filled with different questions on every page, and it could be like an encyclopaedia about you! Or so my self centered brain thought. Turns out, it's just the same questions repeated again and again, and  other  people are supposed to fill it, like your classmates when you're leaving school so that you can look back on the MeMoRIeS later on. My disappointment was immeasurable and my day was ruined. Four years pass. I get an idea. Why not fill a slam book, but you answer the questions intended for each person yourself, with a regular gap in time between them, so that you can see how you change over time? Like a diary for lazy people. I followed through. Wrote every month. But only two time...