Sorting it out, Setting out a goal.

I was wondering how much time I waste on my mobile phone, further , how much I do on WhatsApp or Hike. So eventually I wasn't using my phone for other than texting, which you can say I was hooked to. I started thinking what I can do to at least increase my productivity by 1% and hell yes! I figured it out. My idea wasn't revolutionary but was going to work, I had a feeling. I made a WhatsApp group of myself and named it it "Doubts And Confusions"  now whenever I had a doubt I would text myself :P. So I had a record of what I didn't understand and what needs to be fixed. I made a group called "Solved" where I forwarded the ones I've mastered. This was exactly like a business strategy where you add tasks into done and undone. My idea, overall was similar to a what a note keeping app does but that is monotonous, who writes notes I mean and I felt writing notes required some really nice thinking skills and what could be better than texting? its so easy and addictive. Now to have some fun I made 2 other groups also "Hoax Messages Ideas" for annoying people and "Totally Random Ideas" for just adding random ideas which I'd like to work on , in future. Now one more thing that I read on Quora, which I thought I would never do, I set my goal as my password. Now I'll reveal it once it works, even this is a great idea. I unlock my phone almost a 10,000 times a day just to look at the screen. Now when I use my goal as my password I always know what I go to be working on!.

Everything Out of My Head

It is sometime in the end of November, I am lying down my bed fighting with Malaria for the second or third time I guess. I felt shattered last night,my inside was shallow and I wanted to scream. Almost 1.5 of 2 years of JEE Preparation was over, I haven't studied anything great or say I did not have the curiosity before, I love science but I hate the Indian Education System because of the way it fucked me. Then thoughts about love came to my mind, the girl whom I loved the most, was dating someone else. "Someone else" was not a problem just that I thought I had almost lost my girl, she hasn't really become mine yet. Then came my Facebook pages, kind of small startups that I was doing during high-school, they were dying.  In short every possible negative thought about life was coming inside my mind. Even though I had built a strong mind, my heart was yet weaker.