Entry 1: A quick train of thoughts. Jump on before it leaves the station!

It has been long since I have written anything down. I wanted to write as a habit and I tried several times to incorporate this ritual into my daily life. But as usual, my procrastinating brain promised me we would do it tomorrow and that tomorrow took 2 years to come.

Anyway, now that I have taken my virtual quill to write down my feelings, opinions, and anecdotes on the pages of Halved Thoughts, I am grateful and beyond elated by your presence, my dear reader.

Whatever I write here, I assure you is the fruit of my maverick mind.

Now you may ask who am I?

Well, I am figuring it out day by day. Some weeks I am a reader. Some days I am a writer. some other hours I am a singer, some minutes I am a student and some seconds I am a power-driven, raging young adult with a hot head. In short, I am a slave of my intangible, maverick mind.

Some might say I am a nihilist (purely philosophical) who believes that one should act against the ways of society. Others might say I am an altruist who lives by serving and pleasing others. I might suggest I am a nihilist hiding behind my altruistic mask. But this doesn’t mean that I believe in the destruction of society, but boy I do love a revolution!

Speaking of revolutions, my love for Historical studies sprouted because of the French Revolution. In 9th grade, when the scorching sun of the South lulled my lethargic soul to sleep midway Ms. Prasanna was taking European History, a quick thud on my bench woke me up and chased fatigue out of my body. Fearing she might oust me from class, I quickly flipped through pages of French Revolution. But contrary to her usual behavior, she asked me to read aloud the release of prisoners from Bastille. That was the first day in my life when I hallucinated and learned History through imagination.

I don’t know if it was the influence of Emma Watson’s Beauty and the Beast that made me daydream rampant footsteps of the middle class of France emerging to power and the fall of aristocrats, in the beautiful cities of France. But it made me fall in love with revolutions.

That day, I concocted an itinerary for France, Bastille being the first stop.

My love for revolution however did not stop there. It kept flourishing and expanding and at times, shrinking as I realized flaws in my ideology. But I think it defines a part of my personality. One that demands me to put my conscience before all else and to do what it dictates to me, irrespective of whether it makes me a nihilist or altruist.