Roots nd Realities

 Okay, confession time. Never in my life had I travelled alone in public transport. Never bought a bus ticket either. Not because I didn’t want to. I just... never had to. Life didn’t give me that moment. Till 12th, I was a proud school bus member. One fixed seat, same bus aunty, and a backpack that held more dreams than books. When we went out, I’d always pester mom — “Let’s go home, pleaseee!” Seriously, hats off to my extrovert mumma. She’s been handling me like a pro all these years. Being a single child is a full-time main character job. I had my own little kingdom at home. My parents didn’t need to scold me — I was already doing things on time, neatly, like a mini perfectionist. They’d get me stuff before I even asked for it. I didn’t cry for chocolates or toys — mostly because I already had what I needed (and also because crying was too much work). Basically, I was their adorable, low-maintenance, overthinking, introverted child. And they loved it. But life has plot twists. ...

 If you were the quiet kid growing up—the one who avoided group photos, spoke in whispers, and got asked “Why are you always so serious?”—then congratulations, we might be long-lost twins. See, being an introvert isn’t just a personality type. It’s a full-time job. Especially when society hands out badges of honor to the loudest kid in class and treats silence like a social disease. As a kid, people were always like, "Why doesn't she smile more?"—and clearly, none of them had ever heard of a resting face.I wasn’t shy—I was selectively social. Being decent in academics? Great. But if you lack social skills? Life becomes a level-99 difficulty mode. To make it worse, childhood is that beautiful time when people think mocking kids is a form of love. They’d point out everything: my teeth, my weight, my silence. As if I was a walking review page. “Can’t smile properly.” “Too quiet.” “Looks sad even while eating snacks.” Bro, I was just existing. Honestly, for some adults, teasi...

 Since childhood, I’ve always heard people saying they want to become doctors. And I used to be like—why is everyone so obsessed with that white coat dream? Even parents were training their kids like, “Beta, one day you’ll be Dr. XYZ.” I honestly found it a bit... cringe. I was that “I’ll-be-different-from-the-crowd” girl. While everyone ran towards stethoscopes, I was dreaming about ISRO, satellites, and space suits. Then came my engineering obsession—architecture, aerospace... you name it, I planned it. And all this because I got decent marks in Physics and thought I was the next Tesla. (Delulu much?) I used to roast the medical field, like, “If everyone becomes a doctor, who will build the roads, bhai?” My mom was the sole audience to these TED Talks. Until... life pulled out its reverse card. Enter: lockdown. All those online classes, endless sitting, and zero movement gifted me something special—an unbearable back pain. It was so intense, I couldn’t even breathe properly. Trus...

 When I first joined college, I had one simple (and very wrong) idea in my head: "Anatomy and Physiology are everything!" Because hey, they were related to modern medicine, and obviously, modern = important, right? So naturally, I poured my heart and soul into studying them, believing that mastering these two would make me a star student in the medical world. And guess what? That was one of the silliest mindsets I ever had. But I can't really blame myself — I was a clueless beginner who didn’t yet understand the vast beauty (and terror) of the Ayurvedic syllabus. I even did intense “research” on the internet about all the topics taught in class (of course, only in Anatomy and Physiology — because priorities!). Meanwhile, Sanskrit, Samhita, and Padartha Vigyan stood quietly in a corner like, "Hello? We exist too!" I didn’t hate them, but my narrow focus definitely pushed them to the backseat. Funny part? In my first internal exam, I scored decent marks in my ...

 Today’s a Big Day — I Cleared My First Prof Uni Exams! Today, the results of my First Professional University Exams came out... and guess what? I CLEARED all the subjects! I’m feeling so proud of myself — genuinely happy in a way I’ve only felt during a few big moments: when I passed my 10th and 12th grades, when I cleared NEET, and when I got admission into my college. As an overthinking, ultra-sensitive girl, moments like these hit differently. Seriously, it’s pure serotonin! Looking back, I realize one thing: striving for perfection and my fear of failure literally dragged me (sometimes kicking and screaming) toward achieving my goals. However, there’s one thing I need to fix — expecting too much from myself. Yes, it pushes me forward, but sometimes, it also drains me faster than my phone battery at 2% with no charger around. Here’s a lesson life (and multiple mental breakdowns) taught me: You don’t need to stress yourself out to achieve your goals. Stay calm. Be systematic. Tr...

 Hi, I’m a student navigating the exciting and challenging world of Ayurveda. As I balance my life between textbooks, lectures, and personal growth, I want to share my experiences with you—my struggles, triumphs, and everything in between. In this space, I’ll take you through my life as a student girl, offering glimpses of my day-to-day adventures, lessons learned, and the holistic wisdom of Ayurveda that shapes both my studies and my lifestyle. Whether you're an Ayurveda enthusiast, a fellow student, or someone just curious about how it all comes together, I hope you find something that resonates here. Join me on this journey of learning, healing, and self-discovery!