MindX3

 The funny thing about labels, isn't it? We slap them on people as easily as we double-tap an Instagram post. "Friend." It rolls off the tongue, a casual descriptor for the person you exchange memes with or the colleague you grab lukewarm coffee with in the breakroom. But sometimes, I think we dilute the word, stretch it so thin it becomes almost meaningless. These aren't always the people who see the cracks in your carefully constructed facade and still choose to sit beside you in the quiet. The world outside the comforting chaos of school and college can feel… vast. And suddenly, the pool of potential "friends" shrinks while the pressure to network and connect in the corporate jungle swells. You find yourself nodding along to conversations that bore you, forcing smiles at jokes that don't land, all in the name of building these elusive "friendships." But what if those connections feel more like a performance? What if you're constantly edi...

Introduction: In the world of Indian cinema, there are some actresses who rule millions of hearts not just with their acting, but also with their simplicity and personality. One name that shines very brightly on this list is - Sai Pallavi! This heartbeat of the South film industry is no longer limited to just South India today; she has fans across the entire country. Come, let's explore the reasons why Sai Pallavi is so incredibly awesome and special. 1. The Queen of Natural Acting: Sai Pallavi's biggest strength is her absolutely effortless and natural acting. When she comes on screen, it doesn't feel like she is acting at all. She embodies the character. From her role as 'Malar' teacher in her debut film 'Premam' (Malayalam) to the bubbly 'Bhanumati' in 'Fidaa' (Telugu) or the powerful 'Rosie' in 'Shyam Singha Roy' (Telugu), she has breathed life into every character. Her facial expressions, the expressiveness of...

There’s a version of me that only existed in Rajkot—part engineering student, part accidental rule-breaker, part midnight foodie. I spent about three years there for college, and even though it wasn’t dramatic or life-changing in a movie kind of way, it quietly shaped me. Rajkot didn’t shout culture at me—it sort of whispered it in the spaces between naps, snacks, and streetlights. At first, I was living in a PG with two other guys. One was doing Bachelor of Pharmacy, and the other was also in engineering. We got along well, until we didn’t—not with each other, but with the building management. See, we had this brilliant idea to play cricket in the parking area (as one does when you’re bored and 20), and apparently that’s not considered “respectful tenant behavior.” Long story short—we were told to leave. Not our proudest moment, but kind of iconic in hindsight. So, the pharmacy guy and I shifted to a new place, and two more engineering students joined us there. Both of them were in th...

Dear you, I know I’m posting this late. No one’s checking the time, probably. No one’s refreshing the page or waiting with bated breath. But I still feel it—the lateness. Like a tap on the shoulder I can’t ignore. It’s strange, right? How even when there’s no deadline, no one chasing, you can still feel like you’re letting someone down. Maybe even yourself. The thing is—I’m never late. Not for the office. Not for meetings. Not for routine. I’ve built this rhythm over the years that makes me show up like clockwork. It's not even about being disciplined. It’s more like… survival. Like if I break my rhythm, I might fall apart a little. Mornings are predictable. That’s how I like them. I know where everything is. My shirt is folded just right. My keys are where they’re supposed to be. My pen is always, always in the same place. And I know that might sound obsessive. But it’s not about control. Not really. It’s about peace. It’s the only kind I know. I don’t do well when things are out ...

  Hey, so, about last Thursday. I know I said weekly drops, and then…crickets. My bad. Life happened, brain went on strike, you know the drill. Anyway, to make up for it, double feature this week. You're getting two posts. Alright, so, I didn’t fall in love with English. Not at first. It wasn’t a romance. It was a necessity. Engineering college didn’t give me a choice—English was the only language spoken in classrooms, on exam papers, in textbooks. If I wanted to pass, to survive, to not feel like I was two steps behind everyone else—I had to figure it out. And I remembered how I’d picked up Hindi as a kid. Just by watching TV. No pressure. No rules. Just vibes. So I figured, why not try the same thing with English? I surrounded myself with it. Movies, songs, vlogs, books—whatever felt fun, I dove in. Somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like a chore. I started enjoying it. Rewatching scenes because a line hit hard. Googling words mid-conversation just to understand them bet...

Have You Ever Felt Like Your Mind Is Constantly Racing? As if some invisible force is pulling it, never letting it rest peacefully? Look around us these days – mental stress, anxiety, and sadness seem to have become commonplace. But have you ever delved deeper to think about the root cause of all this restlessness? Time to Look Within Let’s pause for a moment and reflect. In most cases, the reason for our mental tension is our own dissatisfied mind. This 'crazy heart' of ours is never content with the present. It constantly wants something more, something different, something better. What we have seems insignificant. We find it difficult to accept ourselves as we are. And this feeling of non-acceptance pushes us to reject others and our surroundings too. The Ideal World We Keep Chasing The mind dreams endlessly: “If only things were like this…”, “I wish I had gotten that…”, “I want to become like that…” These thoughts never stop. The real source of stress? The ga...