Nithin writes chuthiyapa

 Hey people, 2025 has been a series of bad lucks; the streak of bad lucks has been so bad at this point that I am taking it as a meme. And I feel like venting about it as it gives me solace and might as well stretch my vocabulary in the process, lol. Someone told me writing is a good exercise.  Before we begin the song of the blog: Time by Pink Floyd, Please do spend time focusing on the lyrics . So let's start with the core root of all of this (this is a joke), which, in my opinion, is something one of my old friends said. This was back when I was in 8th grade, and I had a school senior named Ayesha. It was my birthday, and she told me, "Don't get yelled at by your teachers today; it will bring misfortune for the entire year," and then she explained how we should make sure our birthday and the beginning of the year go well.  Being an atheist, I did not care about it, and to be honest, I don't think I care even now, but hey, it did strike me then, and I keep getti...

Hey folks, I had promised myself that I would never write about love ever again, but bro, when my life is a more immense tragedy than what Shakespeare could ever dream about might as well write about it and vent the fuck out right!  Let's start with the song for the blog, like always: did you/fall apart .  I'll start with a story. This was when I was Panchgani there was a guy named Nikunj there, (Fuck you Nikunj) when we met he did not know I was Muslim, and I am not Muslim to be honest, I have never identified myself with that religion nor will I ever.  I had faced issues related to Islamophobia before when I was travelling, so I had the habit of not telling people my full name. We were hanging out, and eventually, he asked me for my Instagram. And this was at that point when I actually had an Instagram account of my own. He saw my full name on my Instagram profile and goes, "Thu musalman hai kya?". And his whole demeanour changed. Similarly, when I was Vashist, I wa...