Oblivion

When you meet new people, and you know nothing about them, you ask them generic questions to get to know them more. You try to find out where they live in the city, where have they worked before, what college are they from and all sorts of things. Just to get a sense of who that person is. Being new in my office here, I am still going through this process, even though it's already been a month. Even now there are people I don't know at all, and I have the very same conversation for the umpteenth time. It actually runs on autopilot now. And whenever I am stumped I just bring up Pepper, and my dog loving extended team just melts away. So, yeah a lot of back and forth conversations with a lot of people. Yesterday, in one such similar interaction, someone asked me a question and I didn't know how to answer it. I had about 5 different ways I could approach the problem in. She simply asked me "Where are you from?" This seems like a pretty basic question. How could

I am a person who doesn't care much for routines, but there is one thing that I have stuck to since I was 15ish I think. Never sleep before 12 in the night. In school, it was to study, so fair point. And in college, sleeping at 12 would mean that you miss out on some major fun in the hostel. So over the years, I have become used to sleeping not before let's say 2am on an average. And after college. when I started working, that just stuck with me. Watching movies, chatting with friends, finishing off work or reading a book. Even though I had to get up early to go to the office the next day, I would still stay up late into the night. In fact, at one point, I felt like the sleep police. I wouldn't let anyone sleep before the clock struck 12. I don't know, I was maybe trying to stretch our college lives a little longer. I would always say that it was a sin to sleep before 12 or something like you have 10 good years before you have a kid and you will have to get up earl

Over the past few days, I have come to a realization: emotions like love and hate are, as a matter of fact, quite exhausting. They occupy your headspace, consume your time, impact your work, and, generally speaking, affect your entire life. They require a significant amount of effort, but, of course, love brings happiness while hate can drive one to madness. It is a burden to carry around. Considering we all already have some baggage to carry, imagine having to carry hate as well. I mean, goodness, the work involved! You have to complain about them daily until everyone in your vicinity knows about them and can recite your story. Then, people get bored, and you need more content, so you have to delve deeper, overanalyze things, and engage in mandatory social media stalking. And let's not forget about those voodoo dolls in the closet that need attention. Uff! It's so much work to hate people! But on a serious note, it does take a toll on you. It's like a parasite feeding off