Colleague - A blog on every pro to fun

They say engineering is about solving complex problems, mastering thermodynamics, and debugging code that refuses to run. But if I look back at those four years, the only variables that really mattered were the people I was solving those problems with. specifically, two of them. Let’s call them Maya and Priya. If my college life was a circuit board, I was the resistor trying to hold back the flow of chaos, Maya was the reliable power source, and Priya? Priya was the short circuit that made sparks fly when you least expected it. The Trio Formed in the Back Benches We didn't meet in a library or during a profound academic discussion. We met over a shared hatred for 8:00 AM Engineering Mechanics. I was half-asleep, Maya was frantically highlighting a textbook that looked brand new, and Priya was eating a vada pav she’d smuggled in under her dupatta. "Do you have a pen?" Maya asked me, panicked. "Do you want a bite?" Priya offered simultaneously, holding out the spi...

 Let's be honest, in the vast, chaotic universe of the internet, your X (formerly Twitter) bio is your digital front porch. It's the tiny, 160-character billboard that's supposed to scream "This is who I am!" to anyone who stumbles upon your profile. And for me? Maintaining it is a low-key existential crisis that renews itself every few months. The Great "Who Am I?" Debate It always starts simply enough. I'll be scrolling through X, see someone's incredibly witty or professional bio, and then glance at my own. Suddenly, that bio I wrote three months ago feels like it was written by a completely different person. Am I still an "enthusiast"? Is "coffee-powered" too cliché? Does "Views my own" even mean anything anymore? The cursor blinks mockingly in the "Edit profile" box. And the pressure mounts. How do you condense your entire multi-faceted, complex personality—your job, your hobbies, your sense of humor, ...