In this glorious mess we call life, everyone’s running a race, but no one remembers signing up. It’s as if the universe handed us tickets to a carnival where the clowns are us, juggling responsibilities, expectations, and a mild existential crisis. Mental health? Oh, that’s just the fancy term we use for the invisible battles fought behind screens, smiles, and sarcastic Instagram captions. “How are you?” they ask, while hoping you don’t answer honestly. God forbid you say anything other than “fine,” or you might end up labeled “too sensitive” by people who cry when their Wi-Fi buffers.

Careers are the new religions, complete with rituals like Zoom prayers and LinkedIn confessions. Your job title determines your worth, and God help you if it’s not impressive enough to fit on a wedding invitation. Everyone wants innovation, but only if it’s wrapped in conformity. Passion? Pursue it—just not at the expense of your paycheck. Burnout? Wear it like a badge of honor. After all, nothing screams success louder than a caffeine addiction and dark circles that could rival the moon’s craters.

And then there’s love, the most misinterpreted four-letter word in the human dictionary. Modern romance is a blend of text messages, ghosting, and the occasional heartfelt emoji. Proposals have shifted from grand gestures to, “Wanna share my Netflix password?” Commitment feels like a rare Pokémon—hard to find and harder to keep. Marriage, meanwhile, is marketed as a fairytale but often turns into a sitcom with zero laugh tracks. The "happily ever after" is real—if you redefine it as surviving in-laws, managing joint accounts, and agreeing on the right temperature for the AC.

Life itself is the ultimate paradox. We chase happiness like a cat chasing its tail, only to realize it’s been right there all along—in stolen moments, failed attempts, and laughter that echoes through the chaos. Success isn’t about climbing ladders; it’s about staying grounded while the world tries to sweep you off your feet. Peace isn’t found in perfection but in embracing the glorious imperfections that make life worth living.

So here’s the truth about Idam Jagath: 

it’s a beautifully absurd place, and we’re all trying to make sense of it. The secret isn’t in finding answers but in learning to ask better questions. How do you measure success? 

Is love a destination or a journey? Does marriage need to be a battle, or can it be a dance? And most importantly, who controls the thermostat?

In the end, life isn’t about surviving the circus—it’s about becoming the ringmaster of your own chaos. Laugh at the madness, cry when you need to, and don’t forget to tip the universe for this wild ride.

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