When I first saw the screen, it felt like a physical blow. The rejection rushed through me so fast it made my stomach turn. My brain immediately started overthinking, wondering what I did wrong. But then, I stopped. I breathed. And I realized something profound: they didn't leave me out because I wasn't good enough. They left me out because my integrity is a mirror they are too scared to look into. They knew I wouldn't comfortably join in on the lies and the risk. They wanted to be fake, and they knew they couldn't do that easily around me.

So, I did something they never expected. I didn't cry. I didn't text the group chat angrily. I just calmly "liked" the status.

I know they are going to see my name on that viewer list. I know their guilty consciences—especially if they have any sensitivity left in them—will flip into absolute panic. They wanted to make me feel small, but by liking it casually, I showed them that my peace cannot be broken by their childish games.

Tomorrow at college, I know what the halls will be like. People will whisper. Some might call me "mad," or think I'm totally clueless and out of the loop because I sit quietly and don't participate in their loud drama. Let them think that. Let them think I am oblivious.

The truth is, I know everything. I see everything. I am listening, observing, and protecting my energy while they ruin their attendance and chase people who don't care about them. I want a love and a friendship that is won through effort, respect, and honesty. Until I find that, my silence is my power. I am safe, my conscience is clean, and I am the one holding all the cards.

It was writen in Frist person

Public speaking one of the most difficult and challenging task and and what is as equal as nightmare  for an introvert ,sensitive and a shy kid whi dies not talk in a class More.  Even the presence  of 5-6 kids in the class can make them feel nervous they would not able to speak voice stop coming from vocal cords cheat became heavy every graze of a individual make them feel like a knife throwing towrds them .they are constantly  thinking about am I looking good enough  etc am nit I looking overweight  ,should I should open my hairs before etc all of of q Which occupies the mind and a person eho is in collge  who looks younger than her age feels like a dumb in front of the kids smaller than her  th kids might be 6 years smaller but there boday was like too big Which made her too nervous.
Teacher  assigned  every  student a product and the person has to convince other  to make them biy there product. And When  the chance of a girl come she was frozen she. Feels like her boday has locked her soul inside her boday her hands was shaking  . and when  she looks in the camera to offline students she look at her self and think how bad and black she look this was also stealing her confidence to much she was told by a teacher  to tell or advertise THE  BBC english books.  She was asked to Start bit when she look at teacher her attention was in checking the books and the kids were looking Away  she felt like a broke person and when teacher  look at her and agin ask her TO speak she sart to speak in a baby voice and then after she completed there was nothing but a huge silence  in the class which made her filled with a lot of self doubt was I wrong ? Is my voice not good?do everyone  hate me? The ocean  of q rose into her mind. Than after 2 minutes teacher ask evryone  to q her  and ask somthing they have doubt .than teacher  went out if class and than kids three him a number if question and she feel like now her A self respect  has gone she felt broke and dumb. But with terrifying  vice she try to answer and than silence . she was constantly  questioning herself am I mad ? Why I am be having si wear ? How and what will people think of me. But after this when the teacher  said that good try than her heart became Good and feel lighter. And after she sit she feels like tgat now she is feeling a little lighter than before and she devlope  a little confidence that she could also do it

No one in the room could quite predict the weather inside Bhumika’s world. To the average observer, she was a striking paradox—a girl who carried herself with a fierce, untouchable "princess attitude," yet possessed a heart that felt every unspoken shift in the room with the raw, intense depth of a Highly Sensitive Person [health]. Because she harbored a habit of trusting too easily, her subconscious had built high, silent walls. And her ex-lover’s friend group stood on the outside, convinced she was simply a locked fortress.

But fortresses have windows.

The first crack in their narrative happened when the boys from that very circle approached her desk. Captivated by her quiet gravity, they gave her a compliment that hung heavily in the air: “You look just like a princess.” Instead of the cold shoulder they expected, Bhumika’s armor slipped. She rewarded them with a sudden, devastatingly warm smile.

Then came the video.

It was a fragment of a private moment—Bhumika, stripped of her royal distance, laughing like a carefree, "friendly kid" while a platonic friend playfully slipped a watch onto her wrist. It was innocent, but in the hands of the boy who recorded it, it became social currency. When he sent it to her, waiting for a reaction of panic or guilt, Bhumika didn’t flinch. She owned the frame, replying with a cool, unbothered sting:

“nice vidio 🔥”

By nightfall, the story of her fire emoji reached her ex-lover. Subconsciously, a fuse was lit. He was sitting in the cold darkness of her silence, while other boys were catching glimpses of the sweet, joyful girl he desperately missed.

The next day, Bhumika didn’t hide. She claimed the center of gravity. She took her seat directly on top of the desk, her legs resting casually on the chair, surrounded by a court of fascinated boys. She looked entirely self-possessed—until a phone rang in the crowd. It was her ex-lover on the line. The friend holding the mobile passed it up to her.

In a single heartbeat, the room-ruler vanished. The second his voice traveled through the speaker, Bhumika froze, swallowed by a wave of intense, genuine shyness. She whispered a soft hello and immediately handed the phone back, her cheeks burning. The friend watching her was completely spellbound by her two faces—the bold queen on the desk and the vulnerable girl on the wire. He knew exactly what he had to report later.

But a queen knows when to withdraw.

Realizing the crowd’s attention was merely surface-level, Bhumika retreated to her quiet sanctuary the following day. She took her normal seat directly behind the boys' back desk, completely minding her own business. She read her books, checked her phone, and treated the boys in front of her like ghosts.

The physical proximity was suffocating for them. She was right there—close enough to touch, yet completely unreachable. Unable to bear the tense, quiet weight of her indifference, the boys finally turned around. “Why don't you talk to anyone?” they demanded, desperate to unlock the friendly kid from the video again.

Bhumika looked up, her expression entirely calm, and delivered a masterstroke that cleared the board:

“No, I talk to everyone whosoever talks to me.”

The words were a quiet challenge. She wasn't stuck-up; she had no toxic ego. She was simply stating the price of admission: If you want my warmth, you have to step into my circle. I will no longer perform for you.

Watching this absolute dominance from the shadows, a girl who hated Bhumika felt the bitter sting of her own insecurity. Terrified of a magnetism she could neither replicate nor control, the enemy girl threw a desperate ultimatum to the boys: “Don't add her to our group. If you do, you’ll see what happens.”

But the threat fell flat in the dirt. The boys didn't see Bhumika's fault; they saw a controlling bully trying to cage a girl who was far out of her league. By trying to banish her, the enemy girl accidentally transformed Bhumika into the ultimate forbidden fruit.

Now, the eyes of the room remain fixed on the girl behind the back desk. Bhumika sits in a position of absolute, silent power—perfectly unbothered, fiercely guarded, and leaving a trail of beautiful confusion in her wake.

Everyone has some various haters in their life, who try to break you at each and every point of life. They will show you your small mistakes by magnifying it at a large amount. But stepping opposed to the haters, acting normal with your true best friends, then they are even more dangerous.

They will think you are a fool, who doesn't understand anything, etc. They exclude you. By thinking you would demand their attention, and on the day when you were about to get a prize at the auditorium, they refuse to come with you. Then they call you and say that they are leaving for home. Imagine this! All this is capable to break the most deepest level of boxes. Your heart breaks into many pieces, your confidence breaks, splitting your soul. Your soul feels worthless. But it is still so strong of you that you never show this side of yours to the world. They even consider you mad, but still unbroken.

Think, if someone who cannot value you and your presence from when they see you succeed and strong, then think, will they value your weakness? Of course not, never.

And if you try to get angry and make them stop to not to leave you, they would consider you as an easy enemy. They would ignore you more and even play with your feelings.

strong person is not one who never feels the pain, but one who feels everything, even gets broke and disappointed, but still chooses to smile for family.

Now I tell you the second story of my school: a group of boys. Like, my friend—let's call her Muskan—but then we, on seeing with a stranger a lot and does not ever like it when anyone passes any kind of attention to her. Then when anyone tries to speak with Muskan, this self-righteous person, you cannot know where this is coming from, which affects her at the deepest level and even drains. In such cases when talking to a group of boys, a boy named A, so he says that she is like a sister to him, so he is not going to say to look at other boys with jealousy. And from right and left, girls sit with him, and when girls say, "He is a convenient..." the boy feels very superior and am I the one and then he says, "I am symmetric, my friend, he cannot look at her, I am symmetric." Then the whole group of boys leaves talking about her.

When a girl reaches home, she sees that the boy has unfollowed her, so she deeply regrets and thinks that maybe that boy is not for her or he may think bad about her, due to that bad group influence. Or he doesn't accept only 7 minutes of followers.

and on that same day, the boy put up a status where he posted her photo with a question: "Did I see her figure?" Right after that, he put up a photo of a female eyes. Everyone was constantly wondering if that was about her. So, everyone started body shaming her, etc.

We consider that we are the center of attraction of the whole world—without us, the world would stop moving. After we wake up in the morning, after we sleep, morning comes today. The iron fact is that every person in this world wants what we want. That in our ordinary day, to achieve does not teach, contains premium days, and our own dream remains bad, and in our morning and our absence, that text, the queen/king has not come.

But the heart breaks at the next level when we realize that nothing like that is going to happen inside. Everything in the universe would move at its own pace. Everyone would enjoy their own company, etc. This sometimes makes us think, don't we have our own value of our own, or do others dislike us too much?

This feeling is honestly terrifying. That we even ruin our present lifestyle by remaining anxious about the future.The real world is full of dangerous monsters who have worn a many more complex and sweet mask to hide themselves behind, that can sometimes make a normal individual feel loss of identity, etc. And when we open social media like YouTube, Meta, etc., we get a lot of good community updates. But everyone cannot live in social media. The painful contrast hurts so much that we feel that we are the same people who try to break us to that level.

Believing this is highly difficult for a sensitive heart. We feel like God has actually made us by mistake, or as we even feel like that this world does not belong to me. I am a complete stranger to it.

Painful contrast not only haunts the person in real life but also in dreams. Sometimes we see a red-colored monster who looks like a figure of our friend is flying and running toward us and threatening us that they would not leave us, no matter where we run. We feel to surrender our life in dreams. Fight or flight response triggers and we accidentally wake up, and which left us with a lot of questions. We cannot even tell that to anyone because the traditional families think all this to another level altogether. They can even label us mad, that of course no one wants.

One of the biggest questions comes to the mind...How can even the most bad and dangerous person give a saintly advice like to know everything?

By reading the above article, we can say that everyone has an inner drive to keep their ego alive, no matter how bad a person they are. And that is the reason they develop a saint self inside themselves unknowingly. They think they know everything. This saint gives them our value, which makes their own ego superior.

You can think of the ego like a king who has appointed a wise old man who keeps praising him, so that the king may feel superior.

But no matter how much we try to keep our ego up, the truth never hides. We are also a normal human being who makes a lot of mistakes and learns by the trial and error method.

So we cannot say that our ultimate aim is to be perfect, but to be imperfect by embracing our uniqueness.

Spiral

Everyone in the world is chasing happiness. 🏃‍♂️ The only difference lies in the form it takes for each individual—whether it is pursued through money, status, or something else entirely. 💰

If we look at it from a neuroscientific point of view, our brains crave dopamine. 🔬 This craving can go to extreme lengths just to be satisfied. In severe cases, such as with psychopaths, individuals might even feel driven to harm someone just to get that release. ⚠️ It is important to understand that dopamine is not an emotion itself; rather, it is a reward system present in the brain. 🧠 Crucially, this reward system operates differently in everyone.

In this article, I will first explain how the reward system varies across different individuals. Then, I will share a personal story that deeply impacted me. 📖

How Environment Shapes Our Internal Rewards 🌍

The function of our reward system depends heavily on the environment we live in and enjoy:

The Extroverted Reward Cycle 🤝: If a person loves to meet new people and genuinely enjoys socialization, that specific environment becomes their source of happiness.

The Introverted Reward Cycle 📖: Conversely, a person who loves to live alone will find a deep sense of enjoyment in solitary activities. They thrive on things like cooking, reading, and spending quality time by themselves. 🧘‍♀️

Reclaiming Your Path and Understanding the Dopamine Pitfall 🧠

Overcoming the Mental Rut: Finding Direction 🧭

Sometimes, when we find ourselves trapped in a victim mindset or feeling overwhelmed by a lack of progress, our brain fails to register any natural dopamine hits. 📉 We feel an overarching sense of sadness and lethargy. At that low point, panic and anxiety can set in, keeping your brain locked in a negative neural loop.

If you want to pull yourself out and change the direction of your life, you must look deep inside to define what your actual goals are. 🎯 Once identified, you should start small—even dedicating just 1 or 2 hours a day to working on those goals can break the cycle. ⏱️

The Danger of Quick Fixes: Substance Use and Artificial Highs ⚠️

It is disheartening to see that in a desperate pursuit of happiness or a quick dopamine release, many individuals turn to smoking or heavy alcohol consumption. 🍷 They use these substances as a temporary escape from their dark world of sadness.

This issue does not just affect ordinary individuals; it impacts wealthy people just as heavily. While consuming these substances triggers an immediate surge of dopamine, the neurological pathway it relies on is fragile and artificial. 🔬 Once the temporary high wears off, the sudden drop below baseline levels forces individuals to confront that dark sadness all over again, often with greater intensity. 📉

The Paradox of Joy 🌗

Ultimately, we should realize that true happiness cannot be appreciated in isolation. You can never fully experience or appreciate genuine joy if you have never navigated the dark terrains of sadness. 🌊 It is the contrast between the two that gives our life experiences their true depth.

Toxic Relationship Patterns and the Status Trap 💔

1. The "Fixer" Mentality and Destructive Cycles 🔄

I have a really beautiful friend who is generally well-liked by everyone. However, she has a highly destructive behavioral pattern: she is constantly looking for men she feels she needs to "fix." 🛠️

First, she closely observes the boys around her. She deliberately picks a guy who is struggling academically or personally, and takes it upon herself to handle everything for him. She forces him to study, sets his schedule, and micro-manages his life down to the exact hour he wakes up, eats, or goes to the washroom. ⏰

Eventually, she goes on dates with him, and they enter into a physical relationship. But once her efforts help that boy turn his life around—to the point where he becomes a top student—she loses interest. The moment he passes his exams, she leaves him to search for another broken person to fix. 🏃‍♀️

Because this cycle continues non-stop, she constantly finds herself stuck in an overwhelming darkness, unable to escape her own sadness. Meanwhile, the boys she leaves behind continue to move forward with flying colors. 📉

2. Chasing High-Status Company 📈

So many of us are obsessed with chasing social status, constantly trying to force connections with high-status peers and classmates. 🎭

I have a friend who leaves no stone unturned in her quest to make people happy, specifically targeting high-status individuals for validation. In doing so everywhere she goes, she completely strips away her own self-respect. It is deeply tragic to watch someone lose their identity just to fit into a certain social circle. 💔

Empathy Overload and Real-Time Crises 🧠

3. The Empathy Trap: Absorbing Toxic Energy 🌊

Some people are naturally highly empathetic and possess a deep sensitivity to the world around them. However, if you do not learn to distinguish your own emotions from the emotions of others, you risk absorbing toxic, negative energy from aggressive people. 📉 This emotional overload blocks your mind and prevents you from experiencing your own peace. To protect yourself, you must accept people as they are without trying to fix them, while maintaining an unshakeable personal boundary. 🛑

all started in the crowded corridors of our college. My friend was always different. She had this crazy good attitude—she walked slow, confident, and always wore a signature black cap pulled slightly low over her eyes. She never begged for attention, but honestly, every single boy talked about her. She was just known as this high-value girl who didn’t give her attention out to just anyone.But then, she decided to play a little game. Through a messenger friend, she sent a single piece of chocolate to Boy A, who was one of the most popular boy best friends on campus. The whole college went wild because everyone knew she never did stuff like that. But instead of just meeting him, she dropped a mystery on him. She started a 2-week game of riddles and clues. Boy A got completely obsessed, staying up all night trying to decode her hints, but she always dropped a mystery and left him chasing near-misses for two whole weeks.Then, an accident happened that changed everything. One day, she was just being herself, completely unconscious of the campus hierarchy. She went and sat on a desk right next to Boy B. Now, Boy B was the leader of the most famous, popular guy gang—the ones everyone called the "gunda gang" because they had so much attitude and influence. She didn't even know he was a 'gunda' type! She just started talking and teasing him playfully, totally unfazed. Boy B was so used to people being scared of him that her pure, fearless vibe caught him off guard—and he accidentally fell hard for her. Everyone in the room was shocked. Boys were literally handshaking Boy B and congratulating her because she had the campus king wrapped around her finger without even trying.After that, her fame exploded, but some boys tried to make her famous in a negative way. One day, she was sitting on a desk with her friend, wearing her cap as usual. This random guy, Boy C, tried to act tough and walked up to talk to her. But the moment he faced her intense aura, he panicked and literally ran away. My friend gave this totally surprised gesture, tilted her cap, and whispered something secret directly into her friend's eyes. Boy A was standing right there, noticing everything and trying to read her mind.Embarrassed because he ran away, Boy C started spreading fake rumors, bragging to everyone that he was going to message her directly for "work" to make himself look cool. Then, someone leaked her phone number. Random guys started calling and spamming her. Her friend ran up to her, super stressed, saying, "They are trying to damage your reputation! If he wants to talk, he should face you. Why is he spreading rumors? You need to do something!"But honestly? Boy C was all talk. He didn't even dare to send her a message. And my friend handled it like an absolute queen. She didn't cry or panic. She just put her phone on silent, adjusted her black cap, and walked through the halls with her head held high. Her silence completely destroyed the haters, and Boy C became a total joke.To shut everything down, she decided she would only talk to Boy B, the famous leader. The second the campus saw her walking exclusively with the most powerful guy, all the negative gossip died instantly. No one dared to cross Boy B's gang, and his whole crew treated her like royalty.But while the whole college now views her as this elite, untouchable superstar standing next to the famous gang, Boy A is left totally heartbroken and desperate. He is still staring at the mystery clues, but he is haunted by a private memory. He remembers a time when they were talking alone, before all this fame happened. In that private moment, her tough exterior completely melted. She was acting like a nervous kid, talking in a soft kid-voice, asking him if he considered her a friend. She was so shy she couldn't even look him in the eyes—she just gave him a quick handshake and moved on.So now, the whole world sees her as this flawless goddess who only speaks to the elite guy on campus. But Boy A stays fiercely obsessed, because he is the only one who knows the sweet, innocent, and vulnerable girl hidden underneath that black cap. And my friend just walks through it all, completely unconscious of the beautiful storm she has created

Sometime we meet some people  from whom  after meeting feels like somthing has happen  to our heart and many q arise was it an attraction?love?or what ? Is this happen  after we strat to mirror There boday language or it is a kind OF a soul connections . as a girl I would say that one should always remember  that every boys talk to u is not in love with U. this line is hit very deeply as it may be understand  only by a women not a little and innocent girl. Especially  if u have no brother and have zero experiences  to talk to boys till yours school time .
What do this feeling really is?
When we strt to talk to an IN know person about all our life painful truma by we are completing our homework or doing any other work .we Start  to listen romantic song etc. Somtime we also imagine our whole future with that person we creates our own metal world  around  him ID this just a daydreaming .pls help me I am not able to label  this feelings !!!..
Sometime  we also feels like to tell or to gave more than half part of the soul to the another person .But  how will it will able to possible.  Even sit and talking to a person in class creates an unknown kind of pressure by the peers which constantly  made me think how do the person eho get newly married handle all this .and when we try to meet them after the class over ot feels like a surface level of talk which has loses It's Depths and than ot feels like. Burd whom fter the whole class connect the name of two person both of the person became famous in the class.  Which put an unknown pressure  on girl as Everyone  try to ask her uncomfortable  q especially  the Friends.  This makes her to ask the another person directly  that what do u consider me a friend or more than that .
As there are a lot of rumours that boy only uses the girl for there own pleasure  and once the motive is fulfilled  that guy leaves as his business  it over . this Mentality force a girl to guard her up . abd noe she can not talk the guy in class and after the class over she does not like that shallow conversations etc.so ehat should she do her fake friends get jealous  by her whom do she tell her pain how can she ask the feelings of anothor person what did he feels . she feels like all the options are closed for her. All the doors are close she noe have to stop herself her little land of happyness  is in danger in the heavy classroom  and Social peer sure she find no way out to talk she sometimes feels hopeless helpless  .she saw the boy Standing with his friend outside her class doors bit she is scared as she is too shy and introvert . the boys are extroverts she feels suffocated by all this feelings . do he really likes her? She feels how will she get too much of courage to ask him directly?  More q like this covers her mind and the loop of overthinking  begin   .
She feels like after having a one talk her whole heart has sart to feel somthing evryone in the class know about it that boy also agin and agin come outside of her class bit she is scared ehat should she do? Is this just an attraction  or tge peers forces her to feels all this .
And on the very same day she took some core and ask the biy on chate that what did he consider her? Friend or ehat and also directly confront him to tell .the boys write that "ap jo chaho vo ban jao" she say I am asking u .u tell me directly after 5 minutes  boys writes "ek accha  friend jisse hum ek sir se ko acche se smaj sake" this line literally melts her heart and tears app red in her eyes that someone also likes her . bit noe a q arises in her mind where and hoe eill they meet .she ask boy with confident to meet in morning AND noe she feels that will I be able to handle this meeting ehat if I fails what if he do not like me? . he was vulnerable with me by directly saying  that he want me to understand  HIM.if There must be any bad boy he may ask her to became his girlfriend.  She is now confused with a individual  boy indemnity and a the group identity  from which the boy belong a loud extrovert teams ....
She than think if she open up about her own vulnerability  that she is an introvert  she need time to trust People  and she is not able to deal with whole group directly  than might  he support  and even respect her .bit on the other hand she feels if her Identity  becomes a matter os laugh  in the whole popular  groups she whole be left with nothing . bow her hears ache and shee is fell into dilemma

This is such a feel which you not only feel in the social situation but also it enters a part of your life like academic, spiritual, etc. 📚✨

I would share some of the personal story related to it. 📖

If I honestly tell you that college life is full of drama along with so many shallow conversations which are actually very much draining. 🎭 They consume our energy and time, moreover make us feel empty. What I think in middle of open persons who have no aims and objectives in their life is nothing but a waste of time. ⏳ Finding a meaningful connection is itself a best boon. That way, any mass gets an opportunity to sit and join. As a girl getting an opportunity to sit and join in a college is a huge opportunity which may not be understood by an ordinary person. 👁️💡

Friendships in college is based on a huge shallow zone where people attach each other's status to have their constant fight and staging rings in a silent fight. It consumes a lot of energy. 🔋🥊

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING

This piece contains deeply personal reflections on intense emotional and psychological challenges. It includes honest discussions about:

Severe Burnout: ,Isolation & Loneliness: ,Academic & Social Pressure: ,Identity Struggles:

Reader discretion is advised. Please prioritize your well-being while reading.

Sadly, I also have to engage in the silent fight in order to protect the self-respect of mine. 🛡️ They all sometimes feel like a huge pressure, moreover many times feel burnt out after the interaction. 😫

After returning home, I sleep. I do not even get time to process all these, interactions take a lot. ⏳ Many thoughts revolve around us, but we feel so burden that our nervous system crash and we want to deep sleep. 🛌💤

The painful part is that this pressure even does not leave us. It comes to us in form of bad haunts and dreams, and the result we sleep 5 hours after coming home. 😪 This all is so much terrifying that you sometimes feel is there any evil energy around which makes you do all this. 😰🌪️

These all scenarios create too much pressure in mind which cannot been observed directly until and unless you feel it. 🧠💥

When I start writing I had a knowledge of so many topics, but due to huge pressure it feel like that we are about to collapse, we lose our ability to analyze the question running in our own mind. 💭❌ And when family members look at us, they say "how couch potato she is", but this does not see the inner storm inside. ⛈️🛋️

If you look, these types of person directly you feel like how happy he or she is. But the reality of competition is different in actual life. They are too busy to answer their unknown and unanswered question, and until you meet them, these guys will feel that you are being stuck in a web of spider. 🕷️🕸️

We all live in 2 worlds. One is the business world in which we perform our daily routine, a duty and remain in control, and second is our inner world which creates for us only. 🧠 This world is a powerful world. Both of these worlds interact with each other and are interdependent on each other. So we cannot say one as important, other as unimportant. 🌐⚖️

In the outer world, people are basically running behind 3 things which are power, money, and status. But if I tell you that I actually find all this as empty, meaningless. 🛑 Because everyone has a inner world which is more deeper than the ocean. 🌊 But in reality, everyone is so much afraid of these unknowns, so they try to chase the outside validation. 👥🏃‍♂️

What I feel that in order to explore the deeper layer of psyche, we have to face our own uncomfortable feelings, all the darkness, emotion, etc. And in reality, this is actually a most difficult task, because the most dangerous person for everyone is not outside, but their own emotion. 🌪️🖤

However I see a lot of crowd in the matrix. 🌐 In college, a lot of deep questions come into the mind. Let's understand it with an example: 🧠

If I tell you that I myself have a very good knowledge of English. I know more than 2000 idioms. 📚 I even win in my class and acquired a very good rank in school. But when the draft results, I still find myself that I am unknown to the world. For I feel like I did not know anything. The more I try to learn, the more shortage I feel. 📉 I think that I can even become an English explorer too. 🗺️

So the point of giving this example is this, that the more you try to understand something, the more you feel less. ⏳ But when you would stop at one point and look back, you come to know how far have you come. 👣✨

So we can conclude that this whole world is nothing but an illusion. 🌀 I have one more example that when I choose to study law, I think that a low number of people choose it. ⚖️ So I choose law, but when I go to college, I was completely got shocked. There were so many students. It feels like a crisis in college. 🏫💥 So you can conclude this whole world is an illusion. 🔮

I have seen all the color-based discrimination at many places. I have a lot of experience to share with you all.
First of all, let's understand why everyone hates Black people. The result is media. The media has set a standard body figure and color which it considers to be good. If you do not fit in there, you will be ignored and made invisible.
Let me share some of my experiences of when I observed all this.

1.Okay, now the next story is about our Psychology teacher, who had a small, slight frame and was as Black as a Black color can be. It was the time of our senior secondary class. It has been observed by me that whenever this teacher came for a demo, me and my classmates thought that she was a new school helper. We all were astonished when we came to know that she was our Psychology teacher. We all sat in the back making bad faces and looked at her on the very first day. The teacher was not able to control the class, and I want to tell you, I felt shame for her, and I want to tell you...that even intelligent students behaved with her badly, most of it because she was Black. But with time, she developed her huge status. Kids tried to make her feel down and treated her like a maid, but she was still strong and strict. By coming to class, many students even changed their stream to Psychology from Economics because they believed they would study with a Black teacher. All her madness would transfer to them. But I never changed my stream; I just remained a quiet observer. She gained that respect gradually. Kids trusted her, and she was even good in public speaking and acting. And she told some of her personal stories, stating that...
From the starting, she wanted to go into the army and wanted to protect the country. But after she passed 12th grade, she was rejected due to her height and color, and she was told that at that point, her family decided to marry her off, as they believed that there was no future for daughters in India at that time. She told us she cried a lot, and that when one does not find any stream because of their color, someone advised her parents to not waste time and to educate her in Psychology instead.
From that point, she had a very strict life with exact rules. She told us that many boys even broke her heart, too. She used to come home by bus. If she got late, then she was punished by her parents. She also used to go by bus and had a small keypad phone. Also, she told us that she found Psychology so difficult that she wanted to give it up...but she still pursued that. Once, a student fell and suffered a fit in class, and her parents did not allow him to do so, meaning... Then she told us that, firstly, her parents were like that—they were very strict. But now she had learned the truth to go anywhere. She told us that I have seen the truth of the people first. The most of her thoughts were next-level inspiring. I was also amazed how strong she is, even after having so much mess.And I remember one more time that there was a kid in class who had no friends. He was facing a lot of rejection by his own peers, and he came to her to ask how to make friends. At this, she told that boy, "In that case, you should focus on yourself and avoid sharing deep, personal things to anyone. Keep relationships restricted to work. If anyone talks, then well and good. If not, then you also mind your own business." She was telling him privately, meaning nearby where I was sitting on the very first row, so I was also able to listen. And to a great extent, I could also relate to him.Now, I am in college, and I see that until now, I have not found anyone suitable to share deep, personal things with. I am a quiet girl who minds her own business. I complete my notebook in class. When my casual friends come, I allow them to sit with...me so that I may not feel loneliness, and I also have a sense of belonging. If anyone tries to talk to me, I talk to them with some attitude inside of me to hide my true self.
💔Once, a girl sitting in front of me—and they all are giving me their ID cards one by one, everyone has to go to the reception and ask for an interview, and then she told me that I have to speak up there loudly. I blinked my eyes... and after, I realized that those people were telling me wrong to mock me, as the teacher only calls us for ID cards. Now, I feel confusing that I get fooled even by showing attitude. I get mixed feelings about what to feel?

2 .In my college, there is a huge group of 20 kids. They all eat lunch together, play, and enjoy together. So basically, I want to say everyone tries to fit themselves into the group. And I, too, fit myself in. But for the past 2–3 weeks, I have observed a Black boy... who used to sit on the very first desk of college regularly. He gave all the answers to the teacher. And during lunch, he ate lunch alone, and then he opened a book and spiral...
he opened the book and started] to study what had been taught in class. It's not like he never tried to talk to anyone, he indeed did, but I feel that after facing constant rejection by people, he decided to sit all alone in the class. Sometimes I feel like helping him, but what will everyone think? A girl approaching to talk to him would not be good, as I always sit on the third-to-last bench with one of my friends—well, a fair-weather friend. What I observe from everyone around me is how cruel and inconsistent they all are.

3) My third story is about a beautiful Black girl whom I met on the first day of college. Per my belief, beautiful people have a lot of attitude, so I was cautious praising her. But as she started to talk to me, I found her to be very down-to-earth. She was showing her guy to all of us on a phone video call and said that they have a four-year relationship. I was totally surprised by this. How can it happen? She is way too young. I asked her, "Aren't your parents strict?" She said, "Yes, they are, but she is excellent at hiding things from her family." And after a pause, she added that her father knows him as her normal friend. But when I looked at her guy, he looked like a 40-year-old man who is trying to cheat her. But as...
per her, she has been on dates with him many times. As the days pass and I observe her, I notice that during lunch periods, she first goes out with her big group. But after some time, when I think everyone excludes her, she tries to call her guy during lunch, and he does not even pick up the call. I can understand her, but she chooses to remain quiet because the group she belongs to has personal conflict. And per my observation, this girl only uses her group just for peer pressure rather than genuine friendship. Now, I have realized one thing that is more important than anything else. These people are not meant to hurt my heart, but still, it is completely unacceptable why I am feeling their pain and pressure.

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Guyz these are three story of my collge drama

Frist story ⚠️

On the first day of college, I found myself sitting next to a boy who seemed like the perfect gentleman. Because our teacher forced him to sit next to me as a punishment for talking to his friends, he put on his absolute best behavior—using incredibly polite language, playing mobile games with me, and making me feel a sense of quiet comfort. He even asked for my phone number under the pretext of getting our Political Science homework, making it feel like we were clicking instantly. But because my observations were sharp, I quickly noticed that this "perfect" persona was just a mask; he belongs to an immature group of boys who watch explicit content together, he bunks classes regularly, and he even called me just fifteen minutes after class to track my location, treating our interaction like a game or a conquest to brag about to his friends.
As the day unfolded, I realized that his intentions were far from genuine or deep. The moment his friends ignored him and didn't give him the importance he wanted, he turned to me just to feed his own bruised ego and seek validation because I had given him kind attention earlier. He simply considers me a trophy to show off to his peer group, an easy target for his charm, and a convenient academic safety net to copy notes from whenever he skips lectures. Even though he is physically very tall and thin compared to my short height, I know that physical size does not equal mental power; I see through every single one of his multiple layers, and while he thinks his smooth act is working flawlessly, I am the one who is completely in control of my boundaries.
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The Power of a Quiet Shield
My friend stood there, breath steady, while a wave of pure, chaotic heat crashed right in front of them. A classmate was furious. His words were sharp, loud, and messy—spitting out venomous accusations that my friend was invading his space, playing mind games, and systematically interfering in his personal life. He tried to pin a target on my friend's chest, threatening to drag their name down to a teacher or counselor, desperately trying to make my friend feel tiny, exposed, and trapped.
But my friend didn’t flinch.
Beneath that innocent, gentle exterior lies an unshakeable emotional core. While his voice raised, my friend’s dropped into a terrifyingly absolute calm. He flung one final, desperate accusation—a completely fabricated rumor about a girl named Shreya—trying to crush my friend's spirit once and for all.
That is when my friend looked him dead in the eye.
With cold, piercing clarity, my friend struck back with a single, devastating question: "Who said this? I will go talk to them right now."
The silence that followed was heavy. In a fraction of a second, the entire classroom dynamic shifted. His confidence completely collapsed. His bluffs were shattered, his momentum broken. He stammered, panicked, and desperately tried to back away from his own trap, muttering, "No one... let's just focus on what we were talking about." He realized, with a sudden rush of embarrassment, that he had brought a knife to a mental chess match, and he was losing to someone he thought was a pushover.
My friend had won. His insecurity was completely exposed.
But instead of stomping on his pride or dragging out the war, my friend chose the ultimate act of emotional maturity: grace. Looking down, voice a smooth, quiet baseline of peace, my friend offered a soft landing to a person who had just tried to destroy them. "I am sorry if I hurt you."
It was a lifeline. He grabbed it instantly, his ego desperately accepting the truce, suddenly turning "good" and walking away. He left thinking he won a battle, but my friend stood there feeling a quiet, electric rush of pride. For the first time, someone didn't just dismiss my friend as a harmless, passive "innocent" person—they saw them as a powerful, tactical force. My friend let him walk away with his ego, but kept all the power.
This was my story Only 💔
⚠️third
Hey guys! Today I need to tell you about some serious classroom drama that happened with my friend "A" and this boy in my college. 🤦‍♀️🍿So, it all started in the morning. I went and sat at the front desk where "A" was sitting. But this boy was also sitting with her, and suddenly everyone else crowded around. They all started asking me to leave, claiming they "got there first!" 🙄 Instead of starting a massive fight, I handled it so smoothly. I just made a playful, friendly comment like a kid, took my bag, and went out. 🚶‍♀️🧼 I waited on the college stairs for my other friend, and after ten minutes, we walked into class together and took a seat in the second row. 👯‍♀️✨But the real drama happened during lunch! 🤯 My second-row friend went out to talk to someone, and suddenly "A" calls me back over to her bench. I thought she actually wanted to hang out, right? Wrong. 🙃 I went and sat next to the boy on a three-person bench, and both of them completely ignored me! They were totally wrapped up in their own little world, calling their exes by their numbers and chatting. 📱😒I was sitting there thinking, "Why did she even call me over if she just wanted to do this?" 🤔 They were giving me zero attention. So, to break the ice and get their focus, I joked with the boy and said, "Hey, I have to give you ₹20!" 💸😜Suddenly, they both started laughing, looked at each other, and gave me this cold look with so much attitude. 🥶🤨 There was this heavy two-second silence where they just stared at me. I felt so judged! It was like they were saying, "Look how she is talking in friendship." They wanted me to feel small and beg for their attention.But right then, my inner voice kicked in. 🗣️❤️ My subconscious told me: "You are not valued here." I judged their toxic vibe and realized they were just playing immature mind games to look cool.I didn't give them the satisfaction of reacting. I sat there calmly for a bit so they wouldn't think I was running away. Then, the exact second my friend came back from outside, I just stood up from that seat. No goodbyes, no explanations, completely silent. 🤫💥 I walked right away and moved back to the second seat with my real friends. 🎟️💃By doing that, I completely flipped the script! They wanted an audience for their drama, but I left them alone with their awkward silence. I listened to my gut, chose self-respect, and proved that my time is a privilege they don't get anymore. 👑🔥

💓frist Story 💓

Why You Should Follow Your Passion Seriously
A passion is supposed to bring joy. But society and family pressure can make you turn it into a heavy burden.
First of all, let us understand what is passion. It is actually a thing that you enjoy doing in your free time. But imagine if you tell that to everyone in your family, relatives, and in this community, asking how it is going on. And from that point onward, you feel that your passion turned into a burden. And at the point you consider it a burden, then you lose your mind. If you lose that, then it means you lose your interest in that passion.
So let me tell you a story. One day, my mother called her brother to our house. And then my parents asked me and my sister to show all those books that we studied. And we showed them to him, and then he was surprised that I read a lot of self-help books. By getting inspired by it, he said he will also now start to read business-related books. He also said, and he also told his kid, to study from the starting. And he also told my parents that in this way, I would be able to pass competitive exams. And then my mother told him that I even write about whatever happens at our home or outside, whatever she sees or feels...
without writing their names. It made me feel focused on my aim and gave me a sense of responsibility, which forces me to think all the time. Usually, I am a girl who does not talk much to anyone, but still, I keep up my courage and asked my mother's brother about his career. His eyes were filled with sadness, and he said he was born in a village. His father did not allow him to study after 12th grade. Then he went out in search of a job, and he got the work of an engineer who repairs roads and lights. In my family, everyone considers him a millionaire and demands money from him. He even had a love marriage, but I was not able to understand where he met her. I did not ask that because I was small.
But one thing that everyone should notice: the person who spends money openly and shares happy photos also faces sadness, etc. But when I saw him, I could feel all that. I would never want him to read my post. I only write to follow my own passion, not because anyone might judge me.
Sometimes when we sit down to write, my mind goes blank. But when I do write, it is flooded with heavy thoughts. Do not judge me! I also feel sad by the hate comments, etc., but still, it does not affect me at all.

It is true that I absorb all my environmental tensions, sadness, etc. It affects my heart deeply. My mind gets a lot of pain, so much so that I cannot even write about it until it happens to you. So that is a reason I always wear a cap and mask in the metro. And guess what? Single days I find some or other new drama in the metro.And

❤️SECAND STROY❤️Story of ❤️

secondly, I am so much irritated by modern kinds of dating or love. I cannot even write about it—probably due to pressure. But let me tell you from above: once I was sitting alone and the teacher asked for a loud interview. A boy sat with me and he was playing games, and then I also started to mirror him and feel a kind of fulfillment. Maybe falling in love then and there? That day he asked me, "No to...", and then, "Will you come next to us?" And then the next day he came to me and asked about the project, etc. I was sitting alone that day too because my friend was absent. Then I also came closer to him. Then on the next day, he again texted me, "Will you come?" I replied, "Yes," and then he also asked, "Are you there?" Then I was sitting that day alone, but he kept a bag and he sat by facing towards me. He turned on his phone and he had opened the exact same game which I mirrored that day. I think maybe he wanted a connection, but I was quite shy. I didn't say anything. Then what happened to me? I took a step back. I think that time he did feel that it was harsh. Judge me, who knows?

Then I was sitting alone and completing my notebook. I actually found out as well, she came? She came after some time to his class, saw me sitting there for the first time, and then said, "Bye, see you." Then he walked over to my assignment. I asked him to wait for me, so it looks standard because then he sat with me. If I am the neighbor student, then I noticed that he... Then afterward, I did notice how a weird girl was with her own group.

This was the story that, to the point, does not matter what happened, and honestly, we never talked properly. Did he judge me? Was all this a structural choice of my mimicking, or etc.? Or did he look at me mirroring him? As to a loud guy, did he change his path because he faces my soft, same soul that day? Even more words were spoken, but still, he left a lot of impressions in my mind. What was it really? Love, friendship, or a crush?

Sometimes, it feels like we actually fail in understanding what we want and we even fail in balancing our feelings, mood, love, and even our future. ⚖️💔

I share with you my personal story in which I feel like a lot. 📖

Till now in college, I have not got a trustworthy friend. 👥 I consider them as time pass and I even do not prefer to share anything personal with them. I then think I will study at home. 🏠 These people are not for me. And the next day, I took an off for studying, but I feel like I have no timetable also. I feel lost. 🧭 Sometimes I sleep on bed and sometimes I watch rain. 🌧️ What a hell am I experiencing. 🌪️

Sometimes writing feels like painting our inner world into the outer world. 🎨 I make writing as a freedom but a opportunity to show everyone and make everyone feel validated. ✨ That it also happens in the society and it is normal to feel that. 🌐

I have more time here that "bin" I might higher than a closed. ⏳ I feel that even if the writer dies they would leave their inner world behind the today generation to make them feel seen. 📜 The art would be highly 🅰🅿🅿®📧🍉📍🅰🌴📧👌

1️⃣ A transition from school to college life is not easy at all. 🏫➡️🎓 If you never have friends you have to grow through a lot of drama. 🎭 And allow people to ignore you 👤 and you must focus on self. 🧘‍♂️ But human is a social animal too. 👥 Standing alone required a lot of power and confidence. 💪 That no one can see or feel until they themselves go through this. 🌊

2️⃣ And second chance is study. When I was small I feel like that all my friends are not studying. 👦 I was so chill too and I also do not study until I realize my friends were actually topper one. 📈 The reality is that no one never expose this to anyone how much do they study. 🤫 College exams are more tough than the school exam. 📝 30 marks comes as 20 marks, if our luck goes in our favor. 🍀

Then we would definitely come out with flying colors. If not, then missing the basics is a waste of time. 📉 But I feel validated to give the back exams too. The way out for me was to talk openly about it. 🗣️

3️⃣ Many times a person even loses hope from their own self. 😔 They always wait for the better moment which never came. ⏳ Do I think handling the college drama is easy? Not at all. ❌ I used to analyze every small thing that happens at home that required a lot of effort to do that. People call you innocent as I did not interact with each other. They try to use you and make fake apologies! 🎭 This all is really exhausting. 😫 A strict boundary is very much important. If you are an introvert and a silent member, of course otherwise you will attract negative attention who try to use you from every way. 👤 You have to strictly draw a rude strict boundary with everyone, then everyone would start to understand your aura. 🛡️ The people who want meaningful connection will come and connect, and others would get filtered out of your life. 👋✨

I will also share with you the college drama in detail. 📝

4️⃣ Sometimes I think that in order to know the world and yourself deeply, you have to live in boredom and write all your emotions and feelings like no one is judging. 💭✍️

The best writing comes when you are absolutely sad and disappointed. 😞 I have seen that many people do not have courage to sit with their own thoughts, they feel sad about them. In today's digital world, we feel that we are connected to everyone, but still we feel deep inside sad and lonely. 👥💔

🔹 What I advice for introverts, that they should also try to make connections and try to become extrovert. Then after some time, they may allow themself to lock up in the room for 2-3 hours. 🚪 I advice it because it is a biological need of human being to get want to been seen and appreciated by others. ✨ Otherwise they will feel identity crisis and like a lost member. 🧭

🔹 I too have many hobbies like reading books, etc. 📚 But after my college life started, my whole energy got drained. 😫 I stopped reading, even I want to read, still I am not able to make time. ⏳ I will revive my hobbies sooner or later. 🔄

But I tell you that no matter how tired I am, I used to make time of writing. ✍️ The articles, even it is of sadness or of my other emotion, I never fake them. I show them raw so everyone may understand the beauty of their emotion. 🌊💡

What would you like to work on next?

Nobody warns you about the quiet panic we all face in our 20s. 🧭 It often feels like everyone else received a secret instruction manual for adulthood, while you are the only one left guessing which way to go.

The Endless Wheel of Competition 🔄

First of all, the world is completely full of relentless competition. 🏃‍♂️ It does not matter where you currently stand—whether you are a pre-primary kid just starting out or a retired person looking back—the work simply never finishes.

Because of this constant pressure, we are often unable to figure out the true direction, aim, and objective of our lives. We end up just passing the time. ⏱️

The Trap of Social Expectations 🕸️

Time is a powerful force that easily traps an aimless person in a web of social expectations. These societal pressures look different for girls and boys, but the result is the same. This is the exact point where you begin to lose your own identity and start feeling completely empty inside. 🕳️

Many people lose themselves because they spend their college years chasing the wrong things. They waste their energy trying to win the attention of random peers, chasing superficial status, and seeking social power. 🎭 Tragically, in doing so, they fail to respect their own time.

Everyone must remember one fundamental truth: If you respect your time, time will ultimately respect you. ⚖️

If you fail to build your own true identity during this crucial phase of your life, societal expectations will step in and hand you an identity instead. When that happens, you are left feeling completely disconnected from who you actually are.

Balancing the Grind and Embracing the Imperfect Start ⚖️

I am also a law student, which means I really do not have the luxury of too much free time. 📚 I have to go to college regularly, manage my classes, and then come right back to my place to work. The life of a student is far from easy.

However, I deeply respect my time. That is the exact reason I am writing this piece right now. I firmly believe that you should never wait for the perfect moment to get started, because the truth is, there is no perfect time. ⏱️

Facing the Identity Crisis: A Human Reality 👥

I want to share some of my own personal stories where I faced a real identity crisis in my life. You might be shocked to learn that most people do not actually say these thoughts out loud. Even when they experience them, they try to find ways to suppress them. 🤫

But the truth is, experiencing an identity crisis is a completely normal human emotion. Escaping from it is next to impossible, no matter how hard you try. You can try to minimize it for a few hours, but eventually, you have to face it. So, why not just accept it? 🌊

Dark Truths of the World: Lessons from Experience 🌍

Based on my experiences, I want to share some raw, dark truths about how the world actually works:

1. The Hidden Grind of Content Creation 🎥

Once, I decided to start a YouTube channel. I committed to the grind and uploaded videos three times a week. 📆 Despite my consistency, I was not able to grow the channel the way I wanted to.

Initially, I fell into the trap of thinking content creation was an easy task that anyone could do. But after actually doing it myself, I realized the immense amount of hard work, strategy, and dedication required behind the camera. 🎬 This eye-opening experience forced me to deeply respect and appreciate big YouTubers who sustain their growth over time. 📈

and then I search for a system app like Medium and Quora. 📱 I find Medium as a waste of time. ⏳ But I feel validated on Substack. ✉️ But problem was that I could not make money. 💸

... I then start to write on Blogger. ✍️ I feel it depends on Google ads and we can earn money easily, but I do not know how corrupt it is. 🤷‍♂️ Unless we show commission. 📈 Like product on YouTube, Blogger etc. to get views. 🎥 This app is only for a person who wants to earn commission. 💰 I feel so sad by this. 😔 These apps are nothing but a new way of advertisement where an individual loses his unique identity and depends on commission. 🤝 And that he could grow without it.

Nowadays, finding a job is next to impossible. 😰 Authentic people are considered innocent and are being underestimated by everyone. 📉 But what if I feel smarter to make yourself broad, a system we have to put masks around. 🎭 The same money, and work with people to observe the trends making GF, BF and we feel bad that they are just running for attention as they are just a social climber. 🛑 Which really hurts. 💔 I feel alone even if you are surrounded with people because everyone around you is shallow. 👥💨

As I am a law student, my colleagues and seniors notice that thousands of advocates are produced in our area every year. 🧑‍⚖️ The majority of them are unemployed. 📉 There is a huge number of competition and somehow non-people also buy the criminal degrees and people get leaked. 🛑

All the toughest exams of India and by clearing our own path. 📝 Short observations we feel, but do not feel to write on shallow conversation, that extreme annoys. 😤

Somehow I wonder how strong these people are in real who earn a lot. 🤔 Sometimes I even think that our career is also transferred as a generation. 🔄 Everything transfers from one to another, no matter whether it is a property or a generational trauma. 🧬 And if we fail to shape our own reality, then we would be shaped by the society. 🌐

And what I feel, these shallow people are nothing but a victim of identity crisis who fail to discover their true self. 🎭 And they believe that this fake illusion world is real. 🌍 Moreover, they lie and are not aimed/interested to query the most darkest inner voice of their own. 🗣️🌑

I would shre my personal experiences in the end

It is true to say the most dangerous kind of ghost or demon is no one but the emotion present inside the own person. 👻 It forces the people to leave no stone unturned to run away from these emotions, no matter which path they choose like smoking etc. 🚬 But first of all let's understand what is emotion or feelings? 🤔

What is emotion? ❓

When I came to know about this word then I feel like it is about getting sad or having a romantic interest in someone. 💔❤️ But when I came to know about what they are actually then I was surprised that even the happy feelings are emotion too. 😮 Everything you feel from these outside world those all get converted into an emotion. 🌍 I knew that I am not able to explain as like a professional as I am a new writer. ✍️

It is true that you do not feel some elements. Emotions are literally like a rollercoaster which changes continuously, and if your feeling is nothing, you will feel empty inside and you feel you are just like a robot who does not feel anything because of the emotions. 🤖🎢

It is true that everyone does want to share their experience and emotions to everyone. A hidden reality is present inside everyone who talk like a person who has a huge wisdom. And the person wake up every time when you are alone in room, as when you try to sleep and it keep continue to ask the deep and dark question from which you also feel scared and you try to hide this. But no matter how much you hide it, one day it would be blast in the outer world in form of shadow. 👤💥 Now what is shadow? It is a hidden part of your own self that you hide from the whole world because you feel too much of shame and anxiety because of it. 🫣🌧️

Should not be scared of this, instead you should have courage to face these scary and bad question which make you feel worthlessness. Until you do not know how to do it with our own darkness, you would never able to distant feel truly happy, no matter how much riches you have and beautiful women are present with you. 💰✨

So finally I give you an introduction, what are emotions, then I share some of my personal story related to this. 📖Sometimes it feels like a writing is literally death, which are essence of my character, so let me share some of my views. ✍️💀1️⃣ It is a common struggle for every writer to find a peaceful place to sit and write. 🧘‍♂️ Everyday time when a huge number of thoughts are running in mind to feel so sad to share it. That what if a family member see what he is doing, and in morning we feel that there is points of time so we does not write. Here the emotions are sadness, frustrations, and the inability to give time for ourself. ⌛😫2️⃣ One time my instinct to search of political science teachers, these person say that that who talks about Karl Marx. 📚 Easily everyone considers research a low teacher but when she tell and story about these thinkers, how does they actually spend their life, we all get touched by them. From then I in law future great think that person is not alive as which he says. But what he write even if he died, those words remain permanent and recently those thinkers actually gained a huge amount of respect in my eyes. 📜💖 That these persons' notes are really valuable to study and we even feel sad and sympathy for them they till now actually have that position. 🤝

3️⃣ One time I was feeling too much sad and depressing, and that time I write a blog that with an anxious and wonderful expression that make me feel that sadness and boredom are not always bad, sometimes I force us to go deep inside our own darkness. 🌧️🌑

When I start to write then it feel like that if I was a wise world of wisdom I am full of expressing how sad the world can be, but sometimes by writing I come to a conclusion that I does not know even 0.1 knowledge of the world. 💭📜

4️⃣ Once I was just scrolling on YouTube and I see how everyone is just talking about recommendation and at that time my mum was watching "How to be successful" on Facebook. This trigger a thought-provoking section that we can say by Carl Jung that everything in world is too repetitive, wherever you go you will find sometimes common like hero, villain, background, mother, teacher, this is what we named archetype. 📱🎥🎭

If you look carefully every hero have a painful experience then slowly to struggle a lot, break down and then die sometime and even became successful in the end. 💔🏆

So we can say that God is creator of the world who actually feel or see a world like a movie and sees how the villain is given to him to break this darkness. 🎬🌌

Are smartphones helping us make connections? 🤝 It is trying to force us into a virtual world where we have no real friends and we end up lonely. 🚶‍♂️

Many times, I feel that the smartphone is really a bane for our society. 📉

A Personal Story: The Distant Friend 🚇

One time, my friend and I were traveling by the metro. 🚄 On that day, I was feeling really gloomy. 😔 I wanted someone I could open up to, someone whom I could vent to about all my negative emotions. 💬

I started to share my problems with her. 🗣️ But when I looked closer, she was wearing earbuds and listening to music while staring at her phone. 🎧

After seeing that, I felt really insulted. 💔 I wanted to say abusive words to her. 😠 The way she acted made my day real worse. 👎

Story 2: AI and Lost Effort in School 📚

The next story I would like to share involves my English teacher, who is a CBSE expert. 🎓 She guides students so well that even below-average students start scoring top marks. 📈 She only does one thing: she asks students to write essays, and then she personally checks and praises them. ✍️

But one time, a student copy-pasted a whole answer from ChatGPT. 🤖 When the teacher checked it, she felt deeply insulted. 💔 If she is working so hard, and students are just using ChatGPT to copy-paste, what is the point of teaching? 🤷‍♂️

Story 3: Missing the Moment at the Zoo 📸

Last Sunday, I went to visit the zoo with my mother and father. 🦁 I really wanted to spend quality time with them. 👨‍👩‍👦 Instead, they were only busy clicking photos of animals. 🤳 They were just waiting until we reached home so they could tell everyone on social media that we went to the zoo. 🌐

Story 4: True Connection vs. Online Followers 🤝

When I lived in Nepal, I felt that even strangers shared a sense of "we-feeling" and true belonging. ❤️ But when I came to a high-technology place like Delhi, I found that everyone is just showing off. 🎭 Their conversations feel shallow, and they immediately ask me to follow them on YouTube, Instagram, and Twitter. 📲

The Reality of Our Connected World 🌐Everyone of us, at least once, has come across this problem. 🤝 You can share your story with me too—I would love to read it. 💬During the technological revolution, many scientists felt that it would bring many more people across the world together. 🚀 But even though we are connected to everyone on online platforms, a sense of emptiness shouts from the deep recesses of our hearts that we want meaningful connections, not shallow ones. 💔 If we check reality, we will realize that social media has not connected us, but actually broken us. 📉 And if this continues in the long run, then the result will not be good. ⚠️How Smartphones Impact Our Mental Health: The Comparison Trap 🧠Psychologists have found how the use of smartphones impacts our mental health. 🔬When we look at our phones, we feel that other people are having everything perfect—their money, house, relationships, and body figure. 🌟 But we fail to acknowledge that all of this is filtered. 🎭 Everyone is unique in themselves. ✨ If everyone were the same, then there would be no good or bad. ☯️

The Mental Cost: Sleep, Focus, and Shrinking Attention Spans 📉

1. Sleep and Focus Disruption ⏳

When you look at your screen, constant blue light falls directly into your eyes. 📲 This tricks your brain into thinking it is daytime, which stops the production of melatonin—the hormone that helps you sleep. 🧠 This leads directly to sleep loss, mood swings, brain fog, and a complete lack of focus the next day. 💤

2. The Goldfish Effect 🐠

Our attention spans are shrinking fast. ⏱️ Because we are constantly watching YouTube Shorts and Reels, our ability to focus has plummeted. 🔄 Instead of staying present, we develop an uncontrollable urge to constantly look at our phones.

There are a huge number of disadvantages that cannot even be described in words. ⚠️ But if you want to protect your peace and stay away from these problems, you must try to follow these practical steps:

Your Digital Detox Action Plan 🛠️

Step 1: Create No-Phone Zones 🚫

You have to maintain a strict boundary with your devices. 🛑 Set a rule where you will not touch your phone for blocks of 2 or 3 hours at a time. 🕒 For example, make a commitment to never use your phone while studying or when eating dinner with your family. 🍽️

Step 2: The Grey Screen Hack 🏁

You should change your display settings to make your phone screen completely black and white. 📱 When you strip away the vibrant colors, you will find your screen completely boring. 🔋 This is a simple, highly effective way to naturally drop your screen time.

3. Give Yourself a Challenge ⏳

Give yourself a challenge that after waking up, you will not touch your phone for 1 hour, and many more challenges like this. 🕒

I have only told you some small steps to manage this problem. 🛠️ It is true that you may question what will happen if you change and your friends and family do not change. 🔄 For this, you need to understand that we cannot change anyone until and unless they want to. 🛑 But you must apply this to yourself. 👤

A small step can result in a huge result. 📈 Even a drop of water will accumulate. 💧 It keeps the capacity to fill the whole ocean. 🌊

A Real-Time Crisis: Extortion, Threats, and Systemic Failure ⚠️

(Note: The following is a highly distressing, real-life event that occurred today while writing this piece.)

Today, a deeply unsettling incident occurred at our home. A person came to our house demanding money. My mother gave her a sum of money, but instead of leaving, she began demanding even more. When we refused, she escalated into aggressive behavior, openly threatening our lives and shouting that she would kill us. 😡 She also began spreading malicious, false rumors about our family to our neighbors.

She seemed completely unstable and actively tried to break down our front door. 🚪 Recognizing the danger, I immediately started recording a video to capture evidence of the assault. She stood in front of the entire neighborhood, hurling intense verbal abuse at both me and my mother. 🗣️

We called the emergency police line three separate times, but our pleas for help were completely ignored. It is deeply disheartening to feel that the local police system seems more attracted to financial influence than immediately protecting victims in danger. 🏛️ I called my father, who rushed home and tried calling the police again. When they still failed to respond, he had to go directly to the local police station to file a formal First Information Report (FIR). 📝

Because of this terrifying incident today, I am feeling incredibly gloomy, shaken, and deeply threatened. 😔

A few days ago, my father gave me a piece of advice that I didn't fully understand at first. He told me, "Do not trust everyone immediately. First, you should test them."

I used to wonder why we should test our friends. It felt cynical. But over the last four days at college, life naturally ran that test for me. I learned that you don't need to set fake traps to see who is real—all you have to do is pay attention to how they treat you.

Day 1 & 2: The Convenience Friend

A friendship can start out beautifully. One day, you are making promises to travel home together on the metro, feeling totally connected. But the very next day, a new variable enters—a cousin, a shortcut, or a cheaper rickshaw fare.

Suddenly, the promise is broken. You are given a casual, afterthought invitation to "tag along," and your comfort is traded for their convenience. I realized that a true friend doesn't value a 20-rupee shortcut over your peace of mind.

Day 3: The Invisible Seat and the Empty Apology

The real test happens in a crowd. Have you ever sat at a desk where you felt completely invisible? I watched my friend team up with a girl I didn't bond with, completely ignoring me to giggle, whisper, and turn all her attention to the boys sitting in front of them. She didn't ask how I was.

It hurt even more because she had texted me a sweet "sorry" the night before, only to treat me like a total stranger the next morning. An apology without changed behavior is just manipulation. The situation felt so heavy I had to escape to the washroom just to take a breath.

Day 4: The Power of Changing Your Desk

But you don't have to stay invisible. The moment of true self-respect comes when you decide to physically pack up your bags and move. Walking away to sit at a completely different desk with a new student is a power move.

The funniest part? The moment you choose your own peace, their dynamic changes. Suddenly, they are the ones constantly turning their heads around, watching you from across the room. Why? Because they lost their audience. They hate that you aren’t sitting there waiting for them to notice you.

The Messy Middle of Moving On

Moving on isn't always a fairy tale. I sat with a new classmate whom I don't actually vibe with just to get away from the drama. When I took a day off, that new student messaged me to ask where I was.

It left me feeling stuck. I appreciated that someone finally noticed my absence, but I also didn't want to force a friendship that isn't genuine. It taught me that finding your true "tribe" takes time, and it's okay to have a few awkward pitstops along the way.

The Final Lesson

My father was right. Don't hand out your trust like candy. Observe how people act when they are around cooler crowds, when plans change, and when money or convenience is on the line.

If you have to beg for a seat at the table, it’s time to find a new desk. Sit where you are valued, not where you are tolerated

1. The Broken Promise

A friendship can start out beautifully. One day, you are making promises to travel home together on the metro, feeling totally connected. But the very next day, a new variable enters—a cousin, a shortcut, or a cheaper rickshaw fare. Suddenly, the promise is broken. You are given a casual, afterthought invitation to "tag along," and your comfort is traded for their convenience. I realized that a true friend doesn't value a 20-rupee shortcut over your peace of mind.

2. The Invisible Seat

The real test happens in a crowd. Have you ever sat at a desk where you felt completely invisible? I watched my friend team up with a girl I didn't bond with, completely ignoring me to giggle, whisper, and turn all her attention to the boys sitting in front of them. She didn't ask how I was. It hurt even more because she had texted me a sweet "sorry" the night before, only to treat me like a total stranger the next morning. An apology without changed behavior is just manipulation. The situation felt so heavy I had to escape to the washroom just to take a breath.

3. Shifting My Seat

But you don't have to stay invisible. The moment of true self-respect comes when you decide to physically pack up your bags and move. Walking away to sit at a completely different desk with a new student is a power move. The funniest part? The moment you choose your own peace, their dynamic changes. Suddenly, they are the ones constantly turning their heads around, watching you from across the room. They lost their audience, and they hate that you aren’t sitting there waiting for them to notice you.

4. The Metro Encounter and Fake "Likes"

The ultimate proof of their guilt happened outside of college. I ran into my old friend with a boy on the metro. My instinct was mature: if they spoke to me, I would speak back. But the moment they saw me, they panicked and tried to hide themselves. Guilt makes people run. I ignored them right back. Yet, the very next day, those same people were liking my status updates online. It taught me a modern reality: some people will treat you like a stranger in person, but act like your biggest fan behind a screen.

The Final Lesson

My father was right. Don't hand out your trust like candy. Observe how people act when they are around cooler crowds, when plans change, and when they encounter you outside the classroom. If you have to beg for a seat at the table, it’s time to find a new desk. Sit where you are valued, not where you are tolerated.