Blogs by Hoorix

Rain is something I adore. It’s like the best friend who adapts to my mood. It seems like the weather is gloomy, and sad, when it’s raining and I’m upset. Other times when I’m happy, the rain feels pleasant, and joyful. Unlike my overly-hygienic parents, I don’t mind being soaked by nature. To be honest, rain is therapeutic. Unless you live in cities like Buner. That’s when it becomes a pain in the whole body. Quite literally. This year’s monsoon season definitely broke more than a few records. Even developed, metropolitan cities are going through serious hell. Let alone under-developed cities like Buner! The destruction caused was INSANE. Forget swimming classes, the monsoon teaches you the freestyle stroke whether you like it or not. I could’ve never imagined, the guy I assumed was my best friend, would have the ability to kill over two hundred and forty, living, laughing humans! I thought rain was that chill friend who brings snacks and vibes, but turns out he’s the kind who eats al...

Being left on read by over ten people is the ULTIMATE form of digital rejection. The group chat would say, “Read by 7, Replied by 0.” Like, I’m sorry, are my jokes that pathetic? They didn’t even insult me; their actions speak louder than words. What are these people even thinking? “Oh someone sent a funny meme! Let me just see the message and not respond, because this person is CLEARLY not worth my attention.” These people can open a message faster than lightning, but when it comes to REPLYING? Suddenly they're living in 1650, writing letters with a quill. Honestly, being left on read by literally EVERYONE is like the group chat by default saying, “Congratulations, you just got left on read by 10 people simultaneously. You clearly have no value, now do you?” At this point, Wi-fi is more responsive than these living-things. Unless, everyone got hit by a zombie apocalypse just as I was typing, and their brain was eaten before they could react “lol”. Like, I’m not even asking for an...

You know that moment when Netflix asks, 'Are you still watching?' Yes, Netflix. Yes, I am. And I hate myself  for it. So, hey there! I am yet another victim of the horrible one-more-episode phenomenon. I am also a victim of the dramas with over a hundred episodes, and I do, in fact, end up watching every single episode (on repeat). The science of saying “one more episode” is way deeper than we perceive. This saying is motivated by the dedication to finish that certain serial. And that dedication is motivated by the interest that has been built. That interest is built through the interesting plot, and attachment to fictional characters (or the handsome actors playing them).  I remember waking up at 7 a.m on a weekday once, just to finish a drama with a very pathetic story. The first thing I did when I woke up was reach for my phone, and binge-watch the episodes, which were conveniently more than required. To top it off, I had exams starting from the next week; instead of binge-...

I’m not even kidding, inflation has literally stolen all cost-effective hobbies, as well. Now every other kid’s predominant hobby is “scrolling” or “Youtube” or “Instagram”. I highly doubt there are any exciting hobbies left that aren’t dominated by rich-kids. Why does everything suddenly have a price tag now?  Scrolling and binge-watching series has become everybody’s default hobby, because it’s “free” (or at least it feels free). It’s not that we are lazy or uninspired—it’s just that everything else demands money upfront.  You like reading? Surprise, surprise! The average novel prices are not lower than 500. This really sucks, because I genuinely feel ashamed asking my parents for the third book this month. I honestly think half of their salary goes to my books. I don’t understand why I have to pay so much for some chemicalised, processed wood? Outrageous.  Baking? Who doesn’t like cake? How wouldn’t like to decorate a cake? Unfortunately, there are thousands of ingred...

I know these “motivational” videos and quotes are just trying to help. But seriously, I know it’s not normal to clock twelve hours a day on Roblox, I know it’s not normal to doom scroll like it’s a full-time job, I know I should pick up a book. You don’t have to remind me, and add salt to the wound! Like, I would be minding my own business, watching the 2563745938th reel of the day, and all of a sudden a Harvard valedictorian pops up on my feed, telling me to “just focus” . Okay, but how? I don’t get how I can escape this loop of death by simply “focusing”. Do I just stare at my textbook, and scrutinize the words? “Oh look! The letter ‘B’. How fascinating!” That certainly is not focusing . If focusing was that simple, I wouldn’t be boasting my procrastinating qualifications. “Good Things Take Time”. Well how much more time do they need?! I’ve been waiting twelve years! Isn’t that enough time?! Do I just sit around here killing flies, until finally “good things” knock on my door, and g...