same as the title

Today I have very bad experience , I am traveling from secunderabad to Varanasi ( 12791 ) , My ticket is in Rac B5 after I got boarded , the 2nd person came and they were 3 , 1 has seat with me and other 2 hai seat in B4 coach Rac only. After some time the person that is on my seat told can you go to B4 , I want to seat with my friend. I am alone so I said ok no problem so I switched by seat . When TTE came to check ticket , I clearly told him that my seat is on B5 and I exchange it with B4 . Whether he listened or not I don't know. After some time one TTE again came and said that 1 seat is empty in the same coach i.e B4 so you can take it till BSB . I was very happy and I thanked him. But but at that time I didn't bother that he marked the empty seat with the name of the person with whom I exchange the seat . So I happily gone to the seat that TTE assigned. But here is the twist at around 10 PM , the person came with whom I exchanged the seat and said that seat is assigned to my name htt jao yha se meri seat hai, I was like wtf I exchanged seat with him and when he saw that TTE marked his name on the seat he is yelling at me now . I tried to explain him but he says ab tu mujhe sikhayega bloddy bihari he is also drunk. So I didn't try to argue and left that seat but to my surprise all of 3 made me fool. When I check with TTE in the system it marked that I didn't boarded the train and due to this B5 seat assigned to person 1 , B4 seat assigned to person 2 and the extra seat that TTE gave assigned to mf name person 3. Now I'm clueless that bloddy bihari might told TTE when TTE came to check at my original seat that is B5 that I didn't boarded. I explained the situation to TTE but he is also yelling at me only that it your fault you have to first marked your ticket to TTE and then exchange it to someone . I accepted my mistake that my main mistake is to be kind and nice to everyone. After requesting TTE he gave me a seat for tonight and I don't know where I will sit in morning. I am going to my home to attend my sister wedding my mood is totally spoiled .

Tldr: Don't be nice or kind to everyone.

I never thought I’d be someone who could stick with a habit for this long, but here I am, 397 days of meditation in a row. It started small, just 2 minutes a day, but tracking it in Mainspring habit tracker app kept me motivated to keep going.

At first, it felt like a chore, but now it’s something I actually look forward to. It’s helped me feel calmer, more focused, and way less stressed. Honestly, I’m just proud of myself for showing up every day.

Anyone else crushing their habit goals? Let’s celebrate some wins!

My youtube premium got expired today because I forgot to update my payment method. I got to know about this when I was suddenly bombarded with Ankur Warikoo ads.

I realised how priveliged I was all this while Since the last 3 years I am grateful that I have not looked at his face and now I was reminded that not all of the people are as lucky as me. Stay strong everyone!

Lime Soda for 3k in a Tier 2 City. Must be a typo 😂😂

Hey everyone! It's my first post here and honestly, my first time ever ranting about my personal life but here it goes. It's honestly too much for me to handle and.. I don't know even how to begin, so I'm hoping opening up to all of you here will maybe lighten my brain lol. Please bear with me through the end.

I'll first give you all a background about what's going on currently. I come from a financially strong background , with well educated parents, and one elder sibling. But that's where the good part ends, we have been completely disfunctional as a family from the start.

My father grew up in poverty when he was young, and my grandmother was not a good person at all. She was a vile, selfish person till her very death this year , and she moulded her kids to be EXACTLY like her. This is where the generational trauma comes into place. Because of her failure as a mother, my father, although a brilliant kid, grew up picking a lot of bad personality traits, traits like poor anger management, a lack of empathy and lots and lots of manipulation. He got a good goverment job , as I said he is quite brilliant, and had an arrange marriage with my mother. My mother's side is the classic happy go lucky family. The kind of people who will give an arm and leg to help you. And during their marriage , my father's family hid his shitty habits like lots of drinking etc from my mother's family so that the marriage could go on. Their marriage happened with a lots of fiascos, including my father's side asking for dowry but yeah , it happened. And i wish i could go back in the past and change it. My mother was undergoing her PhD during that time and was promised that she would be allowed to continue it and have a job, but as soon as they got married, my father forced here to quit it, btw she only had her thesis left for submission to get her degree. And my submission I mean, she only needed to get the final sign from her guide on her thesis. My father forced her to quit it. Then in the initial first year of their marriage , he abused her mentally and indirectly physically to. He kept her hungry for a whole week without any food , telling her that "khana tere baap ka nhi h". My mother then got pregnant with my elder sister, but the abuse was so much, that she actually took sleeping pills in an attempt to suicide during her pregnancy. My sister was born , and my father's side of family was not happy that she was a girl and not a boy. I don't know what my father thought about it, but his family was not Happy. They treated her like an outsider and told stuff like "Agr tera dil saaf hota to aj iski jgh angan mein ladka ghum rha hota" to my mom. And the usual emotional abuse etc continued in the background lol. I was born 4 years later. My father didn't want to have a second child , but my mother did, so you could say that I was her choice. When I was 3-4 years old, my father cheated on my mom, she did find out, but she was so beat into submission that she didn't walk out, effectively becoming a carpet for him. Since I was a kid, the only thing that I have seen is fights and lots and lots of shit being said and done. I have heard my own father say to my mom that " tu zehr khale and apne bacho ko bhi khila de". I have seen my mother have proper paralysis attacks due to nervous breakdowns. I have seen a lot. I always thought that I'm unaffected by all this as I'm a pretty outgoing person. But boy I was wrong. My mother is very attached to me, and I used to think that it's a good thing, but now I'm not so sure. Since I was a kid, my mother always used to tell me to study hard so that I can take her out of this mess, and I took it as a mission. She always used to tell me that I'm her pillar of strength and her last hope, and I took it as my mission. I did exactly what was told, I studied hard , got admission to a good college and even got a pretty good package. Im in my last semester now. But slowly but surely , i can feel the absolute shit show that's about to happen. My father has gotten increasingly paranoid that I don't like him(which kind of is true), and I'll turn on him at any moment. And i can see that my mother feels that she has her "redemption". I am finally someone who can stand up to him. Im someone who now is financially independent and not powerless like her. I AM HER WEAPON. And i hate myself for it. Looking back, i don't think my life has been my own. I am highly ambitious, but it has never been about me, it has always been about proving my father wrong , who always berated me, and lifting my mother up. I feel used. I feel like a pawn in a long drawn out chess game, a fucking means to an end. I am getting emotionally battered everyday by the surmounting expectations from both ends. My father expects me to be a bad son, a son who will mistreat him when he gets old due to being under the control of his mother. My mother expects me to be her messiah, her answer to everyone who stepped on her. And i don't have anything that's MINE inside of me now. I don't. I have become paranoid about the fact that all this verbal abuse, anger, manipulation that I have grown up around in might have subconsciously brushed on me. And there have been a lots of situations where I have acted exactly like my father or mother. And that has made me hate myself. I feel i have been unable to break the cycle.

And I finally have made the decision to move out. My job is going to be remote, but I know that if i stay here, I'll loose even more of whatever abstact concept i have of myself lol. I don't know how I'll even explain to them that I'm moving out even though I have a remote job(any suggestions would be appreciated). But I can't take this anymore. I don't want to associate myself with any of this. I want peace.

I (26 m) had a few friends in my college and due to my mental health I behaved differently and lost their friendship. I have pinged them on instagram but they had ghosted me, its been 4 years I have graduated and feel like I can not make new friends. The last month has not been kind to me and not sure why I want to call them and just say hi. There is a chance they may not accept the call and circulate the screenshot within their group. Should I leave my self respect and call them?

Ever had something happen to you that felt like it was ripped straight from the pages of a novel or a movie script? Maybe you ran into a long-lost friend in the most unexpected place, experienced a plot-twist-worthy coincidence, or found yourself in a situation so bizarre it felt scripted.

Or am I just crazy?

His books have suddenly been popping up on my feed everywhere. Quotes from it, aesthetic pictures and whatnot. Yt, reddit. Don't use isnta so don't know where this started. Is it even a trend?? It's great and all but I'm so curious what this is about.

My 20 y/o (21 soon) nephew is getting married this April.

Vo meri behen ke age ki hai same, usse police banna tha. But uske ma baap uski shadi Kara rahe hai. Actually mere bade papa ka ladka shadi ke paise de raha hai, because uske parents capable nahi. Aab vo kisi aur gareeb 27-28 farmar ke ladke se shadi karegi, phir 1 saal me baccha, aur jo life cycle vo todna chahti thi, vo chalti rahegi.

Sometimes I think I'm overburdening myself by worrying about these people and not doing anything at the same time.

The sad part is ye majority of the population hai India ki. Yehi sab. Nobody really gets out of here. You can't. It's just too hard.

Imagine these guys might never see a 10-story building their whole life, don't know how to spell polis, and probably now they'll never know...

And we can't help it somehow

How do you plan on helping each one of them,

When you yourself are in this helpless age...

I will divide my questions into parts-

If anyone has been to / is going to VCA for the 1st ODI between India and England on 6th Feb let me know which are the best stands to watch the match. (I believe L, K, H ,G are the best ones with L maybe being closest to team dugout?)

Does anyone here have any contacts of the members in VCA or the groundstaff? If yes, then i would like to know if i we are allowed anything other than mobile phones and cash. (And if someone is offering a good deal for the tickets).

If i am allowed to take posters, give me some nice ideas which can be r/cricket or r/cricketshitpost related.

Haan pata he menu ka mehnga pizza he and itna hi milta he. B

I (18m) am fed up of my life and the nightmares I keep living everyday. My dad ruined my mental health not just by the typical Indian parenting but.. something atrocious

Ever since I was a kid I always experienced conditional love this caused me to chase external validation from an early age. Growing up I was bullied physically and mentally i was made fun of for my looks and my appearance I used to cry every night hoping it would change but I never did. For me, the only way to express myself was through talking to my parents but they would either just dismiss me or wouldn’t listen (this happens to this day). All of these made me extremely insecure and introverted to the point that till 16th year of my life I had no one to call my “friend” I had no idea what it felt like to be with someone to feel secure to feel the warmth of a person who truly gets me.

Things got more difficult when in 2015-16 ish I found p0rno on my dads WhatsApp it was shocking to see but It was nothing compared to what’s to come. After a while I saw him on those weird sex chat apps during one instance when I woke up at night (my mom was sleeping right beside). I again saw him sexting with someone on Snapchat. I was too naive to comprehend what was going on. When I was in 8th grade I kind of saw him and one of our family friend sharing nudes with each other. They would also talk for hours and when me or mum would ask who he was talking to he’d just dismiss us. I still wasn’t sure of anything because for me parents can’t be wrong right??

It’s 2023 and I am watching the last of us show and living my life and I see my dads smartwatch buzz and I check it

“Divorce S*****(my mom)” “Start an Affair” “I love you raagullae” (since then I doing like to have them and feel sick even thinking about rasgulla)

I just paused for a long while I didn’t say anything or react to anything I just stood there. I then realised what it was, looked at the family collage on the wall and burst into tears. I cried for hours days and weeks I never got the courage to ask what it was who she was. For months I would get panic attacks and nightmares of my dad passing away. They were so severe that I would find an excuse to go to their room to make sure he’s alright.

On many other occasions I’ve seen him address her as wife, wishing anniversaries to each other!? They even met on countless occasions I know he saved her contact with heart emojis on her alternate number. My poor mother.. she doesn’t deserve it. I hope she passes away before finding out the reality of her “husband”

And ever since that day.. I am not the same. As someone said “true nightmares are the one you see with open eyes” I guess it’s true. I have severe trust issues mental health issues I feel shit and low all the time even thinking about what happened makes my gut hurt and my heart sends shiver down the body. I think everyone will leave me, hurt me and betray me. I dont feel safe anywhere anymore, I have a shit social life, I’m insecure about everything and I don’t know what to do.

I wish in the next life he actually is à better person and lives his life with the person he actually loves…

My friend (online) js shared this in gc idk why just look so corny to me like eww he post pics of dairy milk and biscuits in group bro wth also post gym pics and delete em instantly howuch can someone crave for attention eww bro js farm huzz in chat groups in his group if you offend a girl you get banned no matter how good of a member you are doesn't matter what was it about bro cry about how he broke up (he asked her to shut it down) and now cry about her living her life is cry about that in vc with huzz if you are a female and 5 days in , in his group you get an admin bro is so called sanatani posting idk what pictures of his town shares how much music he listened this month (he js bought 59 rs Spotify premium) post what's playing on his Spotify rn idk man how much of a pick me one can be smh everything he do is so corny and make me cringe so bad bro's so down bad for huzz validation man i don't hate him it's js make me go mad whenever I see someone being corny and this guy js do everything to get attention

I just dont understand The habit of blasting music at loud volume if Indian people and that too at fucking 12 Am,I CANT SLEEP cause the Playlist is such a banger lmao - I am both mad and vibin 😭

I am watching this rn. The sound effects in this episode are quite scary.

Everything is burning. I reach in, desperate, but the fire isn't kind. Itdoesn't just take-it devours. Skinbubbles, splits, slides off like meltedwax. The stench of cooking flesh clings to me, thicker than the smoke. My fingers fuse, my face drips, my bones peek through the ruin.

Now, they won't look at me. Not out offear. Out of nausea.

Mirrors? They don't show me anymore.Just something raw, something ruined-something that should have stayed in the fire.

( It can take upto years, sometimes you die trying but you provided something to society. Right? )