Instagram recently put out an announcement that it will be hiding the number of likes posts get. In Instagram CEO Adam Mosseri’s words, the company wants “people to worry a little bit less about how many likes they’re getting on Instagram and spend a bit more time connecting with the people that they care about.” Amidst stories of cyberbullying, excessive competition and unhealthy comparisons, social media platforms are trying to be more conscious of the effects they have on their users. This includes Instagram allowing you to set a timer on the amount of time you spent on the app, Twitter regulating its content and Facebook trying to curb the spread of fake news.Read More
I’ve been meaning to write this post for a long time now, but sometimes only being pushed down makes you go back to what you love to do. After what felt like an interminable week, I felt the need to write this post as soon as I got a moment to breathe (post a nap of course. Naps are true love).
This isn’t something I share, mostly because it has literally nothing to do with anything, but my name, Simran, means ‘remembering God.’ My younger self found this almost hilarious, considering I stayed as far away from religion, rituals and praying as I could. As I grew older, however, I found myself turning to remembrance more and more. Not remembering God, precisely, but remembering good times, family, friends, old family histories and drawing strength and lessons from them. And more and more, I found that the qualities I valued most from these memories were bravery and gumption. And for a Ravenclaw/Slytherin, that’s a pretty big change of heart.Read More
As a child, I loved Peter Pan. I loved the book, the play, the movies and I never for the life of me understood why Wendy refused to go back to Neverland with Peter. Staying a child forever sounded like the dream.
Then, unfortunately (as Peter would say), I grew up. Being a Peter Pan child forever meant forgetting experiences and people, never learning from them, and essentially recreating oneself from scratch every day. As alluring as the idea sounded then, and to be honest, it sounds pretty darn tempting even today, I’ve been discovering another part of adulthood recently: stasis.Read More
I began my internship barely a week after graduating college. From the top of the undergraduate food chain to the bottom of the employee ladder was a sudden change to make, especially when I found that my first day began with the new full-time employees, most of them with work experience in big-name companies, others with shiny new MBAs. While the company did hire interns, I barely met any in my time there, and the ones I did meet were all in the middle of their MBAs too.
So of course, some thoughts crept in from time-to-time. Thoughts saying that I didn’t deserve to be there or that there was little I could add to this pool of clever, talented, experienced people. I knew they were a little ridiculous, but also these thoughts weren’t exactly new to me. Because I’d been thinking them my whole life.Read More
It’s the last week of my internship and as I near the end, it’s bittersweet. In some ways, it feels like time is moving too slowly this week after rushing past me for the last eight weeks. I’ve been jittery and while I prepare to send out thank you notes, get cupcakes for my last day, and ask for feedback, I’ve also been reflecting on my first internship as a college grad and how it’s gone for me and which lessons I’ve learned.Read More