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I've been to the office three times and I'd love it if robots work for me.  I prefer to work from home but my manager wants me physically present there so he can actually.. I don't know why he's calling.  So coming back to the point, I don't have problems with Robots. No, seriously. Why would I ever have a rivalry with electronic parts fixed right and tight? Right? Well, robo, you take over my job but give me the salary. What do you do with the salary? Eat boorgir? No, right. I go eat Burger. Or ‌Pasta Or ‌Tiramisu. Or ‌Biryani. I have options. Bro frankly speaking with our salary, I wear clothes from H&M that my sister buys me and the fossil watch my uncle gifted me and I drive dad's car, go to Starbucks just for the birthday month free drink. So basically you understand the bank account statistics no bro. Me to the Robots: Kaam tu karega Mein paise udayega! Simple. The machine takes over this woman. No more bashing artificial intelligence. I am all in for ...

I'll be 23 in 70 hours. Uggh! I like being 22. I can do things claiming that I'll never be 22 and damn Taylor Swift's song.  So here is what it is, I have 70 hours. What can I do with the last 70 hours of my 22?! Maybe go out and be more broke? No. Don't go there. Sit and watch friends again? That's doable. But that's the routine. Work? Yeah right, walked right into that one didn't we 😂. FYI that was sarcasm. Give me a break. I'm transitioning into 23. I have no clue. So be kind. Grateful for the things that happened this year. I read a quote, " At the end of the day, no one is responsible for your happiness" and it hit hard.  I did a few mistakes. Made some mess. But everything was mine. I made decisions and I don't regret them because those things made me happy and I want to be happy. To all the messy and all the heartfelt decisions - cheers! To a dramatic life and being the main character of my life - cheers! To own my body and the fla...

My very sole purpose for working in the IT industry is the 9 to 6 working hours, Hyderabad location, and the weekend off. To be honest the work from home is like donuts on a low sugar day. Imagine that delicious donut is being taken away from you. Like dude. You shouldn't get in between me and my desserts. That's nature's law. I wake up, do my thing, attend my scrum call and then gaze into the unknown. My father keeps saying that I need to have breakfast every day early in the morning and not brunch. So what do I do? I have brunch every day. By the time, I finish gazing into the wall or some woodwork in my home, it's time to get Mommie home. So what do I do? Go straight to the fridge, get the chocolate to eat, and take the keys to get mommy. And by now it must be 5:00 pm and usually my friends at the office would call if they are free and we would wonder when will my Mommie get me coffee. So after the coffee break, I stare at the time on the bottom right of my laptop sc...

How do we know that it's for us? Any kind of love or affection. There's been a time when the whole package of every emotion was directed right by me to the person next to me. So why in the world would I believe now that there's a better package with my name on it? Why would I accept it now? Well, acceptance is a long way. Why would I acknowledge it? I didn't get the things when I wanted. I got some things when I was grieving. I got some better when I was in denial. In conclusion without any mistake of mine, fate or destiny or some kind of positive energy sent all its love, and affection to me, I missed it. How was I supposed to know that was for me. How was I supposed to be sure that this wouldn't hurt? How am I now supposed to be okay with the fact that there might never be something like that ..that I've been offered? Who do I blame? Universe? Fine. Screw you, universe. God? Fine, Goodbye God. Lucifer? Well, he minds his damn business. So no. Maybe I just sit...

Lately, I have been lazy. I wanted to step out of my room and I found myself on the terrace. I was just walking and leaned over the rail. I saw a toddler in a blue t-shirt trying to get away from her sister's hold. Whenever she tried to get away, the elder one was running behind to hold her to make sure she isn't going to fall. I saw a cute dog on the grill of a balcony. It was really cute. Sitting there having no worries, staring at the beautiful sunset and green trees. I turned to my left and noticed the apartment name of the building that was there for like 6 months. I saw a grandpa walking and his grandson annoying him. He gently opened the door and let the grandson into the house and he went inside. Ee sodi antha enduku antara. Vinandi. Patience lekunda potundi mik. So what ante. When we are young we never really have to care about anything. A dog can just sit and I called it cute. No efforts. No thinking. No boundaries. Thinking and lining boundaries are what makes us hu...

I hate that we have only 24 hours a day. Internally screaming that 24 hours ain't enough! I need more. We need more. The concept of 24 hours a day and 12 months a year is crazy. Some crazy-ass person wanted 24 hours a day and here we are.  He wanted 12 months with specific names and we have May.  Who names a month May?!  Like dude!  May what! May-be or May never. I wanted different names for months.  Instead of September maybe sea timber 😂  (That's my birthday month y'all. Seatimber.)  I guess July doesn't suck that much right. I don't know. If I had to, I would come up with better names. Who the hell set these days and hours and weeks. What if there were 32 hours and 52 months? And people with damn high IQ, yes, we would work only for 9 hours even if he have 32 hours. You dumb-ass , the whole point of extra hours is more time for Spotify and Netflix and keeping up with the Kardarshians. We would get older later. We would actually crave and miss our b...