Worst times, best ever!

Personally, this past month has been a roller coaster working on quite a list of endeavors. This blog, mainly, has had the visible success in numbers and mainly the writing. I guess penning down everyday here is not going to be a “task” as opposed to something I’d do daily. Like, going to college.

I know.

The internet poses great challenges to use it as a tool for making money. Firstly, there are many more bloggers than I’d have imagined, now that I get to interact with a few of them. Doing so, takes me further away from wanting to monetize on this site as early as now. Before, it was only me posting on my domain-version of the blog. I never realised how good the community on a site like WordPress could be – where most of us are writing, clicking photographs, researching the hidden treasures of science and just creating. Readers’ traffic from WordPress particularly is quite interesting.

Plus, I am learning about the names of countries I never imagined to be a happening reason to my life. To add more to this fact, there are people reading my articles from these very countries holding me as a noob in Geography. As if Sir Dev Prasad from school was not enough to prove me wrong about my lacking interest in social-studies. It is always going to be the subject I look back to.

Here’s a creature from Botswana, a wild, wild country. Also, a name I never knew.

Talking to fellow bloggers feels so right. I interacted with Lou, a craftsman. Having conversations with someone so far and feeling safely progressive to be of art, is a feeling I’ll treasure. I want to ride in the sea with Lou and his stories from the ocean. Then, we’ll not have to worry about a virus hitting any borders. Right?

I am very grateful for the life gifted to me by my known, and now even the unknown. It feels surreal to be living the life you dream of. I am, indeed, loving the life as it remains in me. And, that’s all I ever really hoped for.

What can one lose when all he has is the breath shared with the never ending skies, the oceans until horizon, the birds mocking the flee and humans to enjoy all of it while the mountains roar for my presence in the most of this life.

Thank you!

Placebo: The Friendly Drug Monopoly

Written by Shreyas Melbuddhi

This is the first article in “The Scranton Report” where one post is added to the series every month. These articles are written over a period of time and a lot of fun-filled work goes into making these happen. Let’s go!


The word placebo comes from Latin, like most of English I know. It’s literal meaning (in Latin) is on the terms of “I shall please.” Used in the 21st Century with the context being a little far from the original notions, but much closer. It is no longer restricted on the basis of “pleasing.” On the sweet ambiguous contrary, it is more about pleasing yourself in a way. You might have heard about the placebo effect if you are familiar with medicine. The medical industry, as I am observing while working on this article, has evolved itself to a new state. From being an institution of help to an industry saving lives. I always heard about the cruel business. When you visit a hospital, it mostly becomes the word of talk to point out the faults in the system.

And, the placebo effect explores this kind of evolution very closely.

Photo by Anna Shvets

Strong believers of medicine are helping do this with amusing results, repeatedly. They are rerouting the path it has set for itself on the same grounds it had been growing from the start.

I wanted to learn about the placebo effect to know how influential our mind is in the way we all function. And also, the fact that one of my friend uses it on the same basis of foul language in our city. We use a lot of foul language, without the least kind of regret in Hubballi. Duck, now.

I might have understood how influential the mind is, but there’s another important pattern to observe here on the study of placebo. The many useless operations on a body are being discovered with the help of experiments based on this very effect. We now know many steps in a medical operation proven, or hopefully proven, to be less effective on the whole process when done as an “act.” The pattern of commercialization is inevitable for this article to be whole to me. So, the business had to be addressed.

What is this act? Are doctors even theater artists to do it? Why do they do it? The mission is to get answers, Captain.

Press “2” to continue. You’ll find it somewhere below.

When I Grow Up

World of demonic plays,
Gist of, of my age to pray.
When I grow up,
I won’t want to, wouldn’t want to.

Couple, or more I say
Are the mind’s protests
Willing to correct free will,
Fighting for the seat of peace,
Repeating of it’s cavils.

This, right here is my list.
List of things I want to do.
Two, live with the alps
Three, I don’t really know
One, to know.
Knowing, what would I do?

When I grow up,
I won’t want to, wouldn’t want to.

Burn a candle with your….

I wrote that title. If you were wondering “Why did Shreyas do this? Why did he not complete it? Has he forfeited all the privileges of a good title? What will the real-estate on moon be like? Will Delhi survive another emperor? Why won’t Donald Trump sing karaoke?” – well, well, well you could go on and on. But seriously, what even, I got distracted and kept the title incomplete. “But you have the control over what you publish. Why would you still leave it incomplete when you could change it to better?”

Holy Macarena, hold your wits. I am, by Sergio’s will, here to tell why.

I didn’t want to write “Burn a candle with your focus!” as previously the title was planned for today. When I just came back from a distraction I could easily not be a part of, it’s a little not so easy to keep writing about focus. Is it?

So, here’s what we’ll do.

of focus out Let’s go !