The Thoughts Loom

 There is a certain taboo around the word LGBTQIA+ . Even today, many people, both inside and outside the community, seem to prefer that it remain somewhere in the background, covered by a cloak of silence. People may acknowledge that it exists, but they do not necessarily want to discuss what it means, where these differences come from, or why society responds to them in the way it does. There are many ways to approach the subject. This is only one of them. The first thing that becomes apparent when looking beyond the label is that the people within the LGBTQIA+ community are not fundamentally different from anyone else. They have insecurities, confidence, affection, ambitions, fears, humour and contradictions. Yet there can also be a peculiar self-consciousness in people who have spent a significant part of their lives knowing that some aspect of them does not fit comfortably into what society considers ordinary. That observation raises a more fundamental question: what exactly i...

We often talk about individual freedom as if it is something very simple. You have a choice, you make it, and then you live with it. But is it really that simple? What happens when the choice you want to make hurts the people who raised you? What happens when choosing yourself means disappointing your parents? And what if you have been taught, for most of your life, that making your parents unhappy is itself a kind of wrongdoing? Then what exactly are you choosing between? Is it really between what you want and what they want? Or has it slowly become a choice between your own life and your guilt about choosing it ? I think this is where the idea of responsibility becomes much more complicated. We are raised by people who make countless decisions for us before we are capable of making any decisions ourselves. They choose our school, our food, our surroundings, our education, sometimes even the way we are supposed to behave. They do all of this because they are our parents and because th...

  What is waste? It is one of those words we use with remarkable confidence and very little reflection. We waste food, time, opportunities, money, talent and, on particularly difficult days, even our lives. The meaning seems so obvious that the question itself almost feels unnecessary. Yet the more I thought about it, the less obvious it became. "Waste" seems like a simple word, but it depends entirely on what standard you judge it by. Here are a few ways to think about it. Physics: Waste does not really exist. Matter and energy are transformed, not destroyed. What is waste to one process becomes a resource for another. Biology: Waste is a byproduct that an organism cannot use and must expel. Economics: Waste is a resource that has lower value than it could have had. Throwing away edible food is waste because its potential value is lost. Engineering: Waste is inefficiency—energy, material, or time that does not contribute to the desired output. Human life: We usua...

  There is an observation that has been occupying my mind for quite some time. It began as a personal feeling, then gradually became a question, and eventually evolved into a hypothesis about the society we live in. I am not presenting this as an established fact. It is an attempt to understand a pattern I believe I have been observing. The World Adults Seemed to Live In As children, adults appeared to belong to a completely different world. They spoke differently. They behaved differently. They carried themselves with an air that felt distant from childhood. Some were kind, some were harsh, some were arrogant, but very few retained the openness and curiosity that children naturally possess. I often wondered how they became like that. Did something happen suddenly? Would I wake up one day and find myself transformed into the same kind of person? Years passed. I reached my mid-twenties. Yet I never experienced the dramatic internal change I had expected. Instead, what happened was t...

  I started with a simple observation that didn’t sit right with me. People say men are strong and women are emotional. But when I actually look around, I see something else. Women express what they feel. It comes out-through words, reactions, even tears. Men don’t. They hold it in. They appear stable, controlled, composed. So what exactly is strength here? Is it the ability to suppress, or the ability to process? If emotions are pushed outward, they get dealt with. If they are pushed inward, they stay. They sit, accumulate, distort. So why is expression called weakness and suppression called strength? That classification itself feels flawed. From here, two completely different interpretations emerge. One says: women are weak. They cry easily, react strongly, get affected by small things. Men carry responsibility, stay composed, don’t break down. The other says: women are strong. They face what they feel, they process it, they don’t run from it. Men avoid it. They hide behind contr...

  Where does evil stem from? Is it written into us at birth, or carved into us by the circumstances we endure? This question has followed me for a while -sometimes through books, sometimes just while wandering the streets and observing life. I was recently reading Rohinton Mistry’s A Fine Balance , a novel that depicts ordinary people caught between cruelty and kindness. But the book is only a trigger. What really matters is what it reflects: the unsettling complexity of human nature.   The Problem of Judgment Every action, when viewed in isolation, can be interpreted in multiple ways. A friend who walks past you on the street without acknowledgment-one person sees it as rejection, another as simple absentmindedness. The action is identical, but the meaning is colored by the insecurities, expectations, and stories in the observer’s mind. This raises a bigger question: how do we judge a person? Many repeat the phrase, “Judge a man by his actions, not his words.” ...