Anish Nadh’s Blog

 My alarm did not work today, I missed my first two classes. But I owned up, and apologized to the students and parents. I had to assure myself that this must not happen again.  The other classes went well. It was a very productive day indeed. Looking forward to tomorrow. We harvest mushrooms and have a party with Zui’s family tomorrow. 

The ship roared through the storm, but I held my silence. The ocean was never mine to command, so I let it rage. If it spares me, I’ll rise with dawn. If it takes me, I’ll go standing tall. I do not beg the wind to calm, nor curse the waves for their roar. I will not bend. I will not bow. I will not trade truth for peace. My silence is my sword. My calmness is my crown. Let the storm test my bones, let the sky split open!  I remain. A man unshaken, flesh and flame, Bone, meat and spirit, drinking deep from the cup of life, doing my thing, and daring the world to move me. I dare! 

“I missed my period!” she screamed. “Oh my god, oh my god, Oh My God… what do I do?” She snatched her phone and called him. “Dude! I missed my period!” He, half-asleep and entirely unbothered, pressed the phone to his ear. “Relax, it’ll show up. Maybe it’s stuck in traffic.” “You don’t care, do you?! DUDE! This is serious!” He yawned. “It’ll come, baby. Give it a day.” “I could be pregnant, you idiot!” That’s when his yawn froze mid-air, like a buffering video. “…Wait. I’m gonna be a daddy?” She was fuming. “I’m not ready for this!” He blinked. “You think you’re not ready? I still live with my mom!”

Sometimes you need a second opinion in life choices. Maybe you are biased with your opinions. So, it’s better to have a friend you can talk to, who will give their genuine inputs. It may not be what you want to hear or what you want to do eventually. It’s just you hear them out so you can make your own choices. 

I cut in when I shouldn’t speak When you’re in pain, I feel it too I need to know and help you see The truth that’s waiting there for you. You say I’m tricky, I’m a manipulator But I’m a sacred clown at heart My humor’s deep; it makes you think A mindful gift, that’s my art. When you talk to me, you see yourself It’s the mirror I hold for you At first, some love me, but soon they hate When they see themselves in view. The hard things I’ve faced guide me now My pain, my light, my strength You’re here for my healing, my insight I help you see things at length. I don’t judge you; I take you in But my words may shake your core I listen well, but I’ll interrupt To say what helps you soar. Call me false if you want to, It’s just my gut that speaks I see ahead to help you avoid All the traps that make you weak. I stand apart, I go my own way I live my art with heart And when things get too intense I pull away to restart. I found my path in a dream Not easily swayed by you I play along to teac...

Went to Mall of Asia to the Apple Store to get a new watch strap. It was quite crowded. But the straps I saw online looked different from the ones I saw there. So I decided to not buy it. Then I went to Zara did some shopping and then to crocs. They didn’t have the classic ones.  I was about to leave then, I decided to go to Eight for some Japanese cuisine. I had sushi and some tempura and ended it with some coconut milk mango pudding with tapioca pearls. It was a nice day.  I care back home and took a nap and woke up at 4:00pm for my classes. Now I hear crackers all around. Just wishing for rain now. 

Some books, we read from start to finish, Some just a few pages. Some we return to for the special sections, Some are trophies, never read. Some old books smell divine, Some new ones brim with modern ideas. Some are just recipes, Some make your eyes well up. Some make you think, Some make your mind travel. Some make you want to die, Some make you fall in love. Some are treasure troves of wisdom, Some are utter stupidity. Some we judge by their cover, Some we accept as they are. Some burn bright, Some we hold as memories. Some we write our stories on, Some just gather dust.