Best way to save yourself from physical abuse [Quora Answer]

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Heya, Bleedsters!
Final year of Engineering really 
is a b*tch! All around me, I see nothing but tests, exams, assignments and projects! And with the D-Day of my student life (for now) finally approaching, it is times like these, times of hectic confusion and exhaustion that I find solace in Quora. During one such time, I found this one answer in particular that fascinated me. It provided a simple solution to a very complex problem: What to do at a moment’s notice when you are being beaten up by thugs, your abusive spouse or corrupt officials…. Share it as much as you can and let it help someone in need!
Love,
Kunal.


What do you do when you find yourself on gravel, screaming in pain, your bones probably broken, your lip fat and bloody and your wounds open like a faucet? What if you are being towered by a group of thugs, or rapists or attackers? What if they want to cause you real pain? How do you make the pain stop? How do you escape this tragic situation quickly? Well, here is your answer:

QuestionWhat are the best one-minute life hacks?

Answer:
by Kandarp Joshi, Counsellor, advisor, motivator (of a different kind)

Miracle Dip on a Starry Night

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Imagine this: a chilly weather, a clear night’s sky with twinkling stars, hills, meadows and forests surrounding you and nothing but time to waste… seems like something out a story book, right?

I was fortunate enough to experience this! It was a night I remember fondly. Maybe it was the fancy things that stands sharp in my memory – like the peace and quiet that the small town I was visiting brought with it. Or perhaps, it was the close-knit group of friends who sat with me on the terrace on that cold night, sharing and caring. Who knows! But one thing is for sure: it was something fantastical.

You see, when you are one of those typical students in India aspiring to be an engineer (in IT, no less), you need a break. Break from all the routine stress, from the mediocre life you think you are leading whilst you try to figure out what ‘Encapsulation and Polymorphism’ is exactly and from the pressure that’s building around you in the form of tests, exams and of course, your parents. In such a perilous time, you need fun. You need excitement. You need something different. In my case, I needed chip and dip.

And so, barely a week after my exams were over, I found myself huddled around a stove. With me were a few of my closest friends. It was not only a great night, but a messy one as well. We were preparing to face the pure tranquillity of the small but delightful village we were visiting. The cold was still sharp like daggers. And the thing we were trying to create would cut through this cold. Supposedly.

The cooks in my group were the forerunners of our little “project”. Experimentation and making a tasty mess of what we call food was something they were adept at. The rest of us were just there, hovering in the background pretending to help. Desperately cold and hungry, but also a little excited about it being past midnight and the fact that we were all awake for something other than studies, we clanked and clunked around the kitchen, fumbling for something to make. The five of us ran around, hunting for logical ingredients to put in our cooking pan, while the other two stood around the stove, trying to light it whilst yelling orders. I grabbed the cheese, someone else grabbed the sauces from the fridge and another grabbed the garlic butter. And so, the miracle dip was born. In no time, the stove was on, searing the pan. The garlic butter was bubbling on the pan’s surface as it sent wafts of smells around the house. Added to the fact that the house was a packed box of us seven, to stop the cold from entering inside, everything aromatic in no time! With extreme clumsiness and hurry, we added the ingredients one by one to the butter, whilst the two – ahem – chefs stirred.

I have never been excited about cooking food. Don’t get me wrong, I love eating food, but actual cooking it is something that does not tickle my fancy. However, that night, it was like seeing magic. Maybe that was just my hunger making me see things but when the cheese had melted, when the garlic had infused with everything else, when the sauces had turned from white and yellow to a burning orange, my stomach grumbled.

The seven of us raced upstairs, carrying the rest of the stuff in our hands. It was like a synchronized mechanism: two of us stood upstairs, ready to take the stuff and keep it on the terrace; three more stood below, passing the stuff upstairs, while the remaining brought the stuff from the kitchen. We had drinks (soft, of course because we don’t drink alcohol. No, we seriously don’t. Mummy promise), we had food, we had sweaters for warmth, we had music…

And later, we found ourselves huddled around the dip on the terrace, below the sky, drinking soft drinks and ready to attack the bowl with three huge packets of chips. The fire this dip had awoken in us roared. Our hungry stomachs were holding their breaths, waiting for the onslaught of awesomeness. Our minds were sceptical: would the dip even be good?

It didn’t matter, as we each took a chip and dipped it in the liquidy-goodness. It smelt, looked amazing and turns out – as I bit the chip hungrily – it tasted amazing, too!

And thus began a campfire-like night, dotted with stories, secrets, selfies and music. The dip was consumed entirely in no time, and we lay on the cold floor of the terrace, star-gazing through the cold night, with one hand rubbing our full stomachs, contemplating if every night could be like this: eternally fulfilling and blissful.


Hello Bleedsters!
I hope you are having a great time! This is another one of my favourite write-ups and I sincerely hope you enjoy it! Comment with any similar experiences you might have had!

Love,
Kunal


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Happy New Year 2017

Okay, I am going to try and keep this as short as possible. But knowing me, my short is definitely the opposite. I can ramble on for pages and pages, whilst calling it short. So I will try my best to stick to the universally accepted definition of short!

See what I did there? I rambled on about rambling on…

Moving on, though — I am probably a few days late, but I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year. Everyone includes my fans (if I have any), my friends (if they even check my blog), my mother (because she is the only regular visitor I have, I am sure), my extended family (even though they don’t really know much about my blog) and anyone who has stumbled across my blog by mistake or by chance.

For me, 2016 has been a roller-coaster ride (does anyone get reminded of the Dhoom 2 song at those words?), as always. I have had my share of ups and downs the past year and frankly, it has been a wonderful journey. Of all the years since I was born, 2016 was one of the most eventful.

This was the year I co-headed a small committee in my college (as the Assistant Literary Secretary), it was the year I managed to organise a small, but exciting event called ‘One Frame Story’ in my college fest, it was also the year I got placed in a good company that I wanted, it also happened to be the year where I faced many challenges while experiencing the above and at every turn, I have done by best to give my all. This feeling, this raw feeling is something I had the chance to appreciate in 2016.

2016 has been a turning point in my life, a point where I now know that my childhood is over. 2016 is when I turned 21, an age you cannot go back from. I am now an adult! No, not a young-adult. Not even a “near”-adult. I am a grown-up adult. And unfortunately (or fortunately – we will see which), 2017 will be the year I have to start acting like one!

And hence, I fondly look forward to 2017, the year of change! With might and eagerness, I look forward to my transition from a college student to an employee of a company with a proper job. I look forward to handling my own shit, and meeting my responsibilities to the best of my knowledge and abilities. And above all, I look forward to 2017 being one of the best years of my life (just like the years before), even if it is wrought with difficulties and sorrows.

I wish you all the same.

Happy New Year 2017, folks!

-K


As always, if any of it made you smile, laugh, frown or giggle like a little baby, comment share and like! To be up-to-date with my other posts, give a like to my Facebook page and follow on Twitter if you use it! Any images used are either taken from Google Images or from my own personal collection or other sources which will be mentioned if and when, unless stated otherwise. Contact me if you want it removed.