Before I judge , I try to Accept

Acceptance is a big thing travelling taught me. I am a kid who’s a dream follower and life’s decorated with many passions. I am obsessed with travelling. Travelling is crazy , new people , cultures , places , unknown languages , I totally indulge in it.

It’s first time am crossing my fingers to craft a blog. Myself am a Roadcyclist , I race with my bike and fool enough to dream being a pro one day. I’m also in a school , but I hate simply sitting 9 to 5 and getting no productive skills or life lessons. Travelling gave me a good start to explore for knowledge in my life. Being in a routine feels lethal for me so I prefer to travel more frequent. Thank to the athlete in me , the best part of being athlete is knocking down the yesterday and creating a better version each dawn.

I am an Extrovert ! Some feels am a mess noisy guy , some just love to talk to me for hours. Some even complimented this noisy mess. Whatever , I love to talk. Funniest thing is most my great friends are introverts who speaks to me for hours. Hardest thing for me is to sit quietly and doing nothing. Travelling is a great stage to meet new different people. May be even this craze to blog , I got may be poured from a dude met at a bike cafe during my travel.

Being from a developing tiny village in a southest state of India , made me believe whatever culture , art or even food here is very right and the best during my very childhood. Unlike a typical family here my family loved travelling and travelling opened many perspectives for us. And that’s why I think I got super-parents who helps me pursue my mad dreams.

I try to Think  ( it’s how I got the name ExtrovertThinker ) and observe from each moment of travel. People are great part , they’re what makes the most memories. Moving to a new place from my isolated culture made me judge quickly on peoples. Very soon from travelling and meeting more people made my perspectives wider. And there’s no point on coming to a conclusion I do like or don’t like him/her. I started to accept and love everyone. From this even my life started to develop with more joy & fulfillment . Glad I became a traveller , otherwise I had lived as a smart-arse in a pond.

What am gonna write about in my blogs? 
I feels to write about interesting characters or people I met or even gave me valuable lessons or even just made me think.

After a break, here I am.

It’s been very long I have published a blog. I was learning some valuable life lessons for some past weeks. “Naruto running to Area 51” was an attractive campaign for me. I was curious to count on who all having a piggyback ride on an alien back home. Also, youtubing tons of video on extraterrestrial life. Those youtubers did an astonishing work on teaching me about different species of ET civilisations, invasions, what do religions say about them and even about UFO sightings above PM Modiji’s stay. These all things sets up my mind to expect a multiverse relation as I’ve seen only in Hollywood before.

Wow! At least, we aren’t lonely in this huge universe.

Most shockingly, a close friend of mine vanished at a blink of an eye. Nas Daily taught us, how short our life is and according to his formula we were 28 percent already done with our life. Unexpectedly, his formula hit full. This made me add another line ” what if I die tomorrow” to Nas formula chart pinned on my bedroom wall.

What if i die tomorrow?

That day I realised this line is something more than a fashionable phrase in motivational books. “If you live to be a hundred, I hope I live to be a hundred minus one day, so that I never have to live a day without you.” —Winnie the Pooh

But the fact is life never always works on the formula Pooh said. Life’s unexpected and that’s what it makes a journey. Sometimes we have to travel a million mile alone, that we promised to travel together.

I don’t think it’s possible to do a journey forward looking backwards. Might be, expecting for a disappointment is a good idea. Memories of him haunts me giving drive and passion to complete the journey alone. Who knows if at the end of this journey, we gonna host a party for living fullest in heaven.

I’m Broke. But the good thing is am not alone.

I’m a mess ! I said the truth , many parts of my life was broken and still carries a lot of broken segments in my life. I was a constant bait for bullies as I was a fat-ass in my early school years. I had zero confidence , self esteem or was even afraid to start a chat with a new buddy right next to me.

Luck of my life was I got some precious people in my life to whom I could open up my vulnerabilities trustfully. By time I started to take down my most downsides one by one. I think this as a beautiful impact other souls could leave on each other.

As cliche of my blog is to say the story through a character I meet , I’ll take it the same way. Some weeks before , it was already dark when I finished my grocery. Then I had to commute around a mile to my home walking. I saw a old homeless grandma who was gonna sleep in a portion of street which was going to sleep soon. I decided to share a smile before that day ended. I just took two bananas from my shopping bag and walked beside her and was about to offer her. I was all set to receive a joy from her and the entire scene happen inverted. I got a heavy scold and she got angry on me for offering a help , I got frightened instantly and withdrew my arm and a banana slipped and rolled to her side. I continued my walk confusedly.( Glad , I don’t know the local language of the town I’m living currently. Otherwise, I should have filled with more disappointment ). A look back couple seconds later and I found she reaching out for that dropped banana.

I was trying to see this scene with different perspectives. It might be shame , pretending to show she’s fine or even she may have thought that might be hurting her reputation. I still can’t project out the exact reason. But one thing I’m sure is , she needed HELP.

This kiddo have observed that most people are miserable than they seem to be. In this social media society , it’s been too easy to fake than ever before. People are deeper beyond the filters they chose on their instagram.

Everyone is wearing a mask. In other words it’s called pretending I’m okay.

BREAKING THE SILENCE SHOULD BE AN OBJECTIve.

Whenever I get down or go broke , first I do is ” breaking the silence “. I reach to a right friend and open up. And that’s exactly where the magic of souls starts to happen. It’s okay to be broke and I promise there are even people who’s gonna love you more , if you have dare to show your downsides as a decoration .

He’s 17 , and doesn’t even know how babies are made

These days am showing up at school more frequently. As I already hinted , school can be best described as “Six Cruel Hours Of Our Life” for me. But , it’s eight here in my place. Luckily , this week we are getting off by afternoon. Still it’s killing me. Though am an alien in my class , thank to the extrovert in me , am finding it easy to connect to anyone instantly.

I think I’m blessed to meet surprising characters even at moon. This time too , a super interesting character sneaked to the scene. I lied , he’s not at all interesting at the outlook , still he became an interest for me in a day. The noisy me turned active whenever teacher turned away from the class. In midst of my noisy times , I spotted a real prodigy , who won’t even takes the eyes off from the book from 9 to 5! That’s an exceptional skill for sure. Fact is , in this tech assisted era , it’s hard for a man to even not get distracted for a mere 10 seconds.

A lot of book lovers here. But bet you you never got a distraction free world like his.

Are you spoiling the blog ? These creatures are common in every class. I guess this is what your mind is running through , ooh I can guess it. But the interesting is upon the way. As the curiosity peaked when read the title is real. He’s 17 yrs old now and doesn’t even know many things that’s necessary. And knowing this fact was the awakening time for the school criticizer in me.

Each break time is a stage for him to get bullied. Good part is he even got no sense to sense it. Now , that’s a bliss! I hate bullies as I was one who got most affected by them , back in time. Extrovertthinker’s curiosity and desire to interact rose up. Walked to that book creature , called up and offered a handshake. It’s very obsolete to greet someone like that especially in a place of youngsters. Still , with a fear and hesitance hardly gave a greet and spelled his name.

FEAR might be the factor which motivates him to run this stupid race. It will be a time to observe , think and learn , I really desired. Even this extrovert curious boy found it very hard to handle a speak with him for a minute , still that was pretty useful.

Fear can hold you prisoner – Shawshank redemption

How does a prodigy eat book and still get a grade below F ? Are schools really educating or just doing a memory game ? Doesn’t parents should draw a more bestieship ? Value of having fun , saying ” I don’t care ” and understanding sarcasms. Rest of the boring lecture hours were a playground for various thoughts in me. And I guessed it’s what happen when dogmas are taken too serious. My imagination started to work hard , he might have collected a lot of rules , dogmas and set patterns laid by his parents , teachers , society or whatever around him since his childhood. And this is where the importance of breaking rules takes importance. Seriously , breaking dogmas , rules and set patterns have big connection to individuality. This may sound crazy , but sometimes crazy is best.

It’s perfectly okay to be stupid!

If humans were supposed to behave only in a supposed pattern , what’s the difference between you and a robot ? It’s you who made you unique and very special. Adam broke the rule by biting an apple and that’s where all the fun( and the problems too ) started. Otherwise , life would be same each day for next 900 years. That’s where the classroom fails , there expects every else 40 or 50 to be like the 1st ranker or same scene with family , they expect their child to be same as the intellect next door or society which sets up dogmas. In midst of this competitive run to get a degree , well paid job and a trophy wife. We are leaving the true love , happiness and passion somewhere behind. One should be really put guts to break dogmas and set patterns to stay unique , innovative or creative.

What if this protagonist prodigy was allowed to be unique and never taught any dogma ? With this concentration and consistency he may have did great things with his life with his own skill and interest zones.

What’s you purpose with life bro? I asked him ,in the way he could understand. Realising am having a purpose with this life is what drives me crazy and drives to live each day and sure no dose of caffeine can replace this. But disappointingly , he only murmured some pre programmed things which even he doesn’t knew what does it meant. This boy is even seen in all of us at least in small fractions. Even most of us are afraid to stay alone and create a trail rather chasing the path crowd pursues.

“Road less travelled ” is one my fav and inspiring poem ever.

Your curiosity is gonna kill you one day.

It’s what my mate once told laughing at me. If curiosity is what drives me to live life purposefully , it’s perfectly okay if some day curiosity is gonna kill me.

This weekend was pretty fun travelling for one of my race happening in a crit somewhere in a village of Tamil Nadu. We felt alienated on the streets there and no language aid to establish a perfect conversation. Even clothes we wore made us feel like vivid in a black & white era. Having these identities of anonymity made the trip super fun. Trying to talk somethings to the locals and the entire conversation turns into a joke for both parties , local spicy food and humid hot nearly killed us during the ride.

Killing myself at the crit.

Travels get better if got the luck to meet vivid people. My luck was good that day. Met a man who turned my curiosity to highest. From his conversations and instagram I figured out he travels a lot , got no wife and he’s partying his life. Very soon, he got a fanship from me for his adventurous explorations.

After the dinner we were super eager to know his story and his life was crazy amazing. Growing up in a sound family and relatives put him to a college he never wanted. There he really sucked and some loves that’s lost. And depression made a way to drugs. It’s not a different scene , I have seen most people taking first dose of drug when they need to hide from reality and fake the relief. Then he found his passion in building a machine and at the last minute he successfully finished it and graduated. Now he got a very interesting work and very importantly partying each day. A new day was started when he finished sweeping his story.

He’s afraid to commit for relations and friendships. “When it’s a true friendship , your problem becomes our and it’s even hard when lose one.” By the time he told this , I could catch a lot from his eyes. His eyes were filled of confusion , forgotten nostalgia and down. Then we diverted us into some other topics.

You got the mobile. Never let it distract you.

Are all seems to be happy are really happy? or faking it?

Social medias made it even easier to fake happiness . I seriously doubt , if all are truly happy or just fooling ourselves with the distractions. Most people are flaunting themselves to be happy by creating distractions from the innermost. Addictions , drugs , one night stands or even checking the notifications or scrolling the newsfeed simultaneously is distracting us from our greatest purpose and the true happiness it can give us according to one of my favourite author Robin Sharma.

Live with a purpose , stay happy. Love all!