The Thoughts Loom

  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...

  Not everyone assigns the same meaning to intimacy. Two people can share the same moments -holding hands, hugging, resting against one another, playful affection, even kissing and leave with entirely different understandings of what those moments meant. Neither person is necessarily being dishonest. They are simply speaking different emotional languages. For some, physical affection is one expression of care. It can comfortably exist within friendship, independent of romance or lifelong commitment. Affection is valued for what it offers in the present, without implying a particular future. There seems to be another way of experiencing those same moments. In this view, physical closeness is not merely an enjoyable act. It is one of the ways human beings gradually build enduring attachment. A hand held is not just a hand held. A quiet embrace is not just an embrace. These moments become part of a larger movement toward belonging. Physical intimacy is meaningful because it points bey...

  For the past few months, I have been thinking deeply about life, consciousness, human existence, and the possibility of meaning. My exploration took me through psychology, sociology, evolution, human behavior, and physics. I was searching for a deeper explanation-something that could explain why I exist and what it means to be alive. What I found was not a grand answer hidden somewhere in the universe. Instead, I found myself gradually questioning the assumptions with which I had started. One observation kept appearing repeatedly. People continue living regardless of whether they have discovered a meaning for their lives. Some pursue ambitious goals, some dedicate themselves to family, some seek knowledge, and some simply want a peaceful and ordinary life. Many never consciously search for a deeper purpose at all. Yet they continue to wake up, make decisions, experience emotions, form relationships, and move through the world. Life appears to continue whether meaning has been fou...

  For the past few months, I have been orbiting too much around the concepts of life. I observed, changed, endured, tried to find meaning, happiness, tried to do things that would bring joy. Some did, some didn’t. Finally, I found out that maybe most things are just tricking the brain. Or in other words, there are different perspectives of looking at things, and the perspective a person chooses slowly becomes his identity. For people like me, this ability to think from too many perspectives instead of one has landed me most of the time in dilemma and utter confusion about how to act. Take this example. When I said “fooling the brain,” that itself is just one perspective. Somebody can look at the same thing through the lens of discipline or restraint. Somebody may call it self-control. Somebody may say it is going with the flow. Somebody may simply say it is all about what you choose to think. But hitherto, after all the confusion and thoughts I previously believed in, I realised so...

  Charles Dickens has done something quite clever in this book. It is often said that the story was written to bring back the spirit of Christmas, but that is not the main point. Christmas is only used as a setting. The story could have been placed around any other occasion. What Dickens is really trying to show is something deeper about how a person lives and thinks. The main idea of the story is about goodwill-seeing the good around us, doing good to others, and thinking about our own actions. It also points to how empty life can become when a person focuses only on one thing and ignores everything else. Scrooge was not always the way he is shown at the beginning. As a child, he was cheerful and free. He had reasons to be happy and was not burdened by worry. Dickens shows this clearly through the Ghost of Christmas Past. This part is not just about remembering old times. It creates a clear contrast. It makes us ask what changed in Scrooge. How did he become someone who calls Chri...

  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...