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Teachers vs. Actors: Why India’s Real Stars Deserve an Oscar-Sized Paycheck

Alright, buckle up, folks. We’re diving headfirst into an age-old debate that makes zero sense but somehow lives rent-free in everyone's head: Should teachers earn more than actors? Spoiler alert: YES. Obviously. But let’s unpack this with the chaotic energy it deserves, shall we? The Uncanny Comparison: Why Are We Even Debating This? Who decided this was a fair comparison? It’s like asking, "Who’s more important, the person who teaches your kid math or the person who pretends to be a superhero on screen?" I love a good masala flick as much as the next guy, but no Bollywood star ever taught me how to do long division or helped me decipher Shakespeare. Imagine if teachers got the kind of fanfare actors do. A teacher explains Pythagoras, and the class erupts into cheers like they just watched Salman Khan rip his shirt off. But nope, instead, they get eye-rolls, stress headaches, and salaries that can barely cover a Domino’s pizza party for one. What Do Teachers Actually ...

Good Morning Messages on WhatsApp: The Digital Plague We Must Eradicate as a Society

Alright, gather around, folks. It’s time we had the talk . No, not the birds and the bees—that’s awkward enough without me involved. I’m talking about the Good Morning Crisis of the 21st Century . Every day, thousands of innocent WhatsApp users are bombarded with a deluge of sunrises, flowers, and motivational quotes that reek of stock photo energy. It’s a problem we need to address… yesterday. "Good Morning": The Most Pointless Two Words Ever Invented Let’s just break it down. The phrase "Good morning" is essentially a verbal check engine light . It’s there, it’s polite, but does it actually serve a purpose? No. We’ve all collectively decided to keep using it out of habit, like hanging onto your uncle’s old VHS collection even though you don’t even own a VHS player anymore. And on WhatsApp? Oh boy. It’s like "Good Morning" has been put on steroids, handed a megaphone, and unleashed into every family group chat. And let’s be real: do we actually feel bet...

Only Awesome People Will Read This Blog

Alright, let’s just cut to the chase: if you’re reading this blog, you’ve already proven something monumental. No, you’re not just awesome—you’re the Olympic gold medalist of being awesome. You’ve unlocked a level of cool that mere mortals can only dream about. The rest of the internet is stuck reading boring stuff like “10 Ways to Fold a Fitted Sheet” or “Why You Should Care About Cabbage,” but you? You’re here. With me. On this exclusive, invite-only ride into a world of awesomeness. Why This Blog Is a Secret IQ Test Reading this blog is like walking into a secret society. But instead of secret handshakes and ominous Latin mottos, the only requirement is being cool enough to find this blog . And let me tell you, if you made it here, you’re part of the chosen few. The elite. The crème de la crème. Think about it: did you see anyone else in the room when you clicked this link? No? That’s because the universe itself whispered to you, “Psst… This blog is for you.” And you listened...

Why Writing on Rolled-Up Paper is the Final Boss of Annoyances

Alright, buckle up, because I need to rant about something that’s been haunting humanity for centuries. No, it’s not taxes. No, it’s not the guy who chews loudly in the office. I’m talking about writing on rolled-up paper . That’s right, the ancient art of fighting gravity, physics, and your will to live—all while trying to write something coherent on a piece of paper that refuses to cooperate. Rolling Into Madness Who even invented rolled-up paper? Oh sure, it looks classy when a medieval king pulls it out to declare war or some pirate uses it to bury treasure. But have you ever actually tried writing on one of these rebellious scrolls? It’s like trying to tame a wild animal with a pencil. You unroll it, thinking you’ve got this. Then BOOM—like a coiled snake, it snaps back into its tubular prison. Your pen is knocked out of your hand, your desk is a mess, and you’ve written “Dear Sir” over three different layers of parchment. Bravo, you’re now a victim of paper-based combat. Th...

HB Pencil Shine: The Worst Thing Since Glitter at a Craft Store

Let’s talk about the HB pencil—the humble, reliable, "good enough" tool of every classroom, sketchbook, and crossword puzzle. You’ve used it, I’ve used it, and every standardized test in history insists on it. But here’s the thing no one wants to admit: HB pencils are secretly the worst. Specifically, the shine they leave on your paper is a crime against humanity. That silvery glare? That weird, greasy shimmer? Yeah, I’m talking about that . HB pencil shine is like the sparkle vampire of the stationery world: it looks kind of cool for five seconds until you realize it’s ruined everything you love. The HB Pencil: A Betrayal in Your Hand First, let’s start with why the HB pencil even exists. It’s the Goldilocks of pencils: not too hard, not too soft, just mediocre enough to make everyone hate it equally. The graphite is smooth but not too dark, erasable but not too smudgy. It’s like the oatmeal of writing tools—functional, unexciting, and definitely not winning any awards. B...

Why the Number 7 Thinks It's Better Than Us (And Why We’re Letting It Happen)

Alright, buckle up, folks, because it’s time to talk about the number 7. Yeah, that’s right. The smug little digit sitting there, acting like it’s all that . Seven has somehow convinced the entire world that it’s the Beyoncé of numbers, and honestly? I’m not buying it. How did we let this happen? How did one lonely prime number rise to power and make the rest of the digits its backup dancers? Seven’s Resume Is Unnecessarily Stacked First of all, let’s look at how many ways we’ve let 7 steal the spotlight. There are seven days in a week , seven wonders of the ancient world, seven deadly sins, and even seven colors in a rainbow. Oh, and don’t forget Snow White’s seven dwarfs . It’s like every important list capped off at seven and just called it a day. What happened to 8? Or 9? Did we forget they exist? Why does every cool, mystical, or sacred thing just have to stop at 7? Somewhere out there, the number 6 is crying into its Cheerios, wondering why it wasn’t good enough to make the...