u/Strict_Clock_6407

Hey everyone,

[ I am a software engineer and started working in December. I have shifted domains, so I have to re-train from the start. I have a background in PCMC and Engineering. ]

I want to go through a career switch from engineering to CMA/CA. I know the exams are difficult and the internships are grueling. I am not scared of working hard and toiling to achieve it, because it is something I've felt interested in for a long time.

But I'm unable to start because of one reason— my fear that I'll fail. No one in my family knows I'm planning a career switch, and I'm terrified of failing and belonging nowhere, becoming a burden to everyone.

I know someone who failed at something they like and became completely dependent on their spouse, spiralling into the loophole of procrastination, mobile addiction, and believing false babas instead of working.

I absolutely don't want to become like that!

I want to achieve my dream and targets, but I also feel scared of failing.

How do I deal with this?

I was walking back from office, the sun setting behind and my shadow in front.

And my brain goes like, "Damn! That's a good looking shadow."

My shadow was looking so good with the jacket sleeves pulled up, broad shoulders and everything.

How is my shadow so good and not me?! 🤡😭😂

Yes, I've lost it. 😂

Hi everyone,

I am planning to appear for the CMA inter in 2027, via the direct entry route. Since I come from a non-commerce background, I have no foundation.

Can you please recommend channels on YouTube for studying? Also, if it is possible for me to get notes as well, or if I should buy any books to learn, I'd be really grateful. :)

I saw a video on IG, where a girl was talking about how she was travelling in the metro and getting stared at by men, which made her feel uncomfortable. She also showed the outfit she was wearing at the end of it.

In the comment section, one man says that he will support the men. I can't take a screenshot, but I'll type down whatever he's said:

"I will defend those men not because what you wear, you definitely have the right to wear anything you want and its your body your choice, but what part of that you don't understand? Its their eyes, their choice. Who are you to tell them what to do and what not to do? Did they harass you? Did they touch you inappropriately? Forget inappropriately did they touch you in anyway? Then why the f*ck do you have problem with it, you don't have the right to judge them or call them shameless just like men don't have right to judge you and call you shameless even if you dress inappropriately. Live and let live idiot."

The girl clearly spoke about the inappropriate stare. Not the admiring gaze. Not the looking-at-someone-behind-you gaze.

The audacity!!

I know not her face,

nor her voice nor her lips and eyes.

I can only dare to imagine—

the sweet honey of her voice,

the playful gentleness of her eyes,

and the shy pinks of her lips,

her cheeks stained with red.

Every night she arrives,

her slender fingers entwining with mine

as she pulls me away.

She takes me away,

to a land where similars exist—

all so deep in love

with each other,

all hands taken and tightly held.

A world that is ours,

a world where we love and live,

a world of fulfilled desires.

And we would dance,

hand in hand.

I would falter and fall,

pulling her on top of me,

inhaling the sweet scent of her skin

while she laughed.

In the corner we lived,

skin brushing as she spoke words

my brain remembers not,

but my heart— oh that poor thing,

it leaps and jumps in joy at them.

Time was a cruel dictator,

separating us with a sharp whip.

Streams of sun blinding me

as I lay awake,

aching and hollow

hoping for love.

Hands chained, soul caged:

the cowardice of humanity, an unrelenting captor.

Faint flecks of the world become

a companion to my isolation,

a balm to the yearning heart.

And when the head hits the pillow,

I can only pray to be there again—

In the world where I am finally me

and my love is fulfilled.

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Hey, this is my first poem. It is queer themed and I came up with it on the spot. I hope you like it!

Sorry I haven't yet come up with a title.

I know not her face,

nor her voice nor her lips and eyes.

I can only dare to imagine—

the sweet honey of her voice,

the playful gentleness of her eyes,

and the shy pinks of her lips,

her cheeks stained with red.

Every night she arrives,

her slender fingers entwining with mine

as she pulls me away.

She takes me away,

to a land where similars exist—

all so deep in love

with each other,

all hands taken and tightly held.

A world that is ours,

a world where we love and live,

a world of fulfilled desires.

And we would dance,

hand in hand.

I would falter and fall,

pulling her upon me,

inhaling the sweet scent of her skin

while she laughed.

In the corner we lived,

skin brushing as she spoke words

my brain remembers not,

but my heart— oh that poor thing,

it leaps and jumps in joy at them.

Time was a cruel dictator,

separating us with a sharp whip.

Streams of sun blinding me

as I lay awake,

aching and hollow

hoping for love.

Hands chained, soul caged:

the cowardice of humanity, an unrelenting captor.

Faint flecks of the world become

a companion to my isolation,

a balm to the yearning heart.

And when the head hits the pillow,

I can only pray to be there again—

In the world where I am finally me

and my love is fulfilled.

---

Unedited trash.

I know not her face,

nor her voice nor her lips and eyes.

I can only dare to imagine—

the sweet honey of her voice,

the playful gentleness of her eyes,

and the shy pinks of her lips,

her cheeks stained with red.

Every night she arrives,

her slender fingers entwining with mine

as she pulls me away.

She takes me away,

to a land where similars exist—

all so deep in love

with each other,

all hands taken and tightly held.

A world that is ours,

a world where we love and live,

a world of fulfilled desires.

And we would dance,

hand in hand.

I would falter and fall,

pulling her on top of me,

inhaling the sweet scent of her skin

while she laughed.

In the corner we lived,

skin brushing as she spoke words

my brain remembers not,

but my heart— oh that poor thing,

it leaps and jumps in joy at them.

Time was a cruel dictator,

separating us with a sharp whip.

Streams of sun blinding me

as I lay awake,

aching and hollow

hoping for love.

Hands chained, soul caged:

the cowardice of humanity, an unrelenting captor.

Faint flecks of the world become

a companion to my isolation,

a balm to the yearning heart.

And when the head hits the pillow,

I can only pray to be there again—

In the world where I am finally me

and my love is fulfilled.

---

Unedited trash.

I know not her face,

nor her voice nor her lips and eyes.

I can only dare to imagine—

the sweet honey of her voice,

the playful gentleness of her eyes,

and the shy pinks of her lips,

her cheeks stained with red.

Every night she arrives,

her slender fingers entwining with mine

as she pulls me away.

She takes me away,

to a land where similars exist—

all so deep in love

with each other,

all hands taken and tightly held.

A world that is ours,

a world where we love and live,

a world of fulfilled desires.

And we would dance,

hand in hand.

I would falter and fall,

pulling her on top of me,

inhaling the sweet scent of her skin

while she laughed.

In the corner we lived,

skin brushing as she spoke words

my brain remembers not,

but my heart— oh that poor thing,

it leaps and jumps in joy at them.

Time was a cruel dictator,

separating us with a sharp whip.

Streams of sun blinding me

as I lay awake,

aching and hollow

hoping for love.

Hands chained, soul caged:

the cowardice of humanity, an unrelenting captor.

Faint flecks of the world become

a companion to my isolation,

a balm to the yearning heart.

And when the head hits the pillow,

I can only pray to be there again—

In the world where I am finally me

and my love is fulfilled.

---

Unedited trash.

I came across an IG post this morning where a woman had mentioned how her husband, on one hand, mistreated her and also worshipped Mata Rani. Following this, she finally divorced him in her 50's, 53 if I remember correctly.

Neat story, right? One would expect empathy and support.

But the comment section failed— comments stating "Victim card declined", "Social Media ruined another one 😂", and "why did you wait for so long?", and something about alimony as well.

Since when did divorcing an abusive husband become a victim card game, or another social media stunt?

Have people lost their brains or something?

Came across a post on IG where a mother was letting her toddler son try on her bangles. She didn't make it a gender thing because she was having fun and also knew that children of that age are very curious about everything.

One person, who claims to be gay, started telling her how his [the child] attraction towards bangles makes him gay, because boys are naturally curious about machines and bikes and stuff. He said that he's also gay and believes that the toddler will grow up to be gay.

Everyone tried to explain that the kid was just curious, but the dude was set in believing that he would grow up to be gay. 🤡

I'm genuinely confused.

When people say— "Don't make being gay/sapphic/trans your entire personality"— what exactly do they mean?

P.S. I have a lot of doubts. Please let me know if I post too much and annoy y'all. 😭

So, I'm from a non-commerce background. I took science for my +2, then completed engineering and became a software engineer this year. I did all of this because of parental pressure, not choice.

I want to switch careers and become a CMA and CA. I am planning to go for the December, 26 foundation exam for CMA and January, 2027 foundation exam for CA.

I know there is an indirect entry, but many people suggest doing the foundation exam to know the basics.

Because of my job, I can only give a maximum of 2 hours on the weekdays to study. I can study for the entire weekend, if I'm not at home. My parents don't know about my plans to change careers, and I'd like it to be that way.

My dad is pushing me to do a Masters. Which degree would be good for job opportunities as a CMA and CA?

Also, can someone please guide me through everything for a while? I'm new to this and quite confused about everything. I'd be really grateful if I had someone to help me and hold me accountable.

Thank you!

I know this feels like a repeated post. I apologise for that.

I just found out that my parents have started consuming protein powder. 😭😭

They're using Gold Standards Whey protein, idk how good that is.

I'm so glad that they're taking care of their health!! 🤌🏻✨

My mom acts all nonchalant and uninterested, but she'll gulp down an entire sachet after my dad leaves for work.

I am only worried about the sugar levels since they both are diabetics.

Looks like I'll have to do a deep dive to find a protein powder that won't mess up their sugar levels.

I'm so happy!!!!

I have a theory, and I cannot prove it in any form. So, I'd rather it be criticised and torn down than growing with no base.

My theory is simple:

>All humans are bisexual in nature. They all belong on the bisexual spectrum. Being straight is also a part of that spectrum, but no one realises it because being straight is very common.

>Everything in nature is fluid, but humans are terrified of vagueness. So they oversimplified everything and put it all in boxes to get an absolute answer, because a certain lie feels more comforting than a vague truth.

Feel free to prove me wrong (or right, your wish), so that I can get it out of my head.

Edit: this is a hypothesis, not theory. I was wrong about that.

The thing is— I genuinely don't care about a person's caste.

Look, I acknowledge that caste discrimination has been there and still exists, I am not negating that or ignoring it.

I just don't know anything about the entire caste system.

Roughly, I know that everyone believes Brahmins are on the top and everyone else comes after, which I find rather absurd. I've seen friendships and behaviours change once someone mentions their caste.

To me, even if you tell me your caste, it's not going to change anything. I will treat you the way you treat me and how you behave, nothing else.

I have absolutely no idea which surname signifies what caste, and where it stands in the hierarchy, unlike everyone else who does.

And that makes me think— is my ignorance making me casteist?

The story was so loose and rushed.

There were so many topics left untouched, half-baked plot lines.

What did Geetika do with Sophia that night? 😭😭

If they weren't going to answer it, directly or indirectly, they shouldn't have included it.

To be honest, the entire plot felt like it was written for a straight couple and changed at the last minute to appeal to a wider audience.

There was no chemistry between them either. 😭😭

I've seen so many people calling them as sisters, roommates, or friends when watching standalone clips. The power dynamic felt toxic as well.

This was better off being a ten-episode thriller series than a two-hour movie. It had so much potential. 😭

I really thought Geetika was going to get divorced at the end, regardless of the outcome of the investigation.

Other than that, Pratibha's outfits 🤌🏻✨

And, I may or may not have developed a crush on Konkana.