Abhi Unfiltered

Five years ago, this didn’t start as a project. It started as mental noise. The kind that shows up after conversations end. The kind that refuses to leave when the room gets quiet. The kind that keeps asking why long after everyone else has moved on. There was no plan. No roadmap. No expectation that this would last half a decade. I just needed somewhere to put the questions. So I started writing them. Not answers. Questions. And somehow… that became The Strange Science. At first the questions were small. Personal. Almost accidental. Then they started connecting. Why do we obey authority so easily? Why does love feel essential and terrifying at the same time? Why does silence feel uncomfortable even when nothing is wrong? Why does attention feel scarce in a world that never stops talking? At some point I realised something uncomfortable: I wasn’t writing to reach conclusions. I was writing to stay honest with uncertainty. Writing became less about explaining the wor...

 If you had asked younger me why I loved Scouting, I would have talked about camps, games, uniforms and badges. Those were the visible answers. The easy ones. The kind you can explain in a sentence. Sixteen years later, I am still in the movement, and the answer feels very different. It was always the people. Scouting has quietly existed in almost every phase of my life that I can remember clearly. Schools changed. Responsibilities changed. Goals became bigger and more serious. Life became faster. But Scouting never really left. And neither did the people who came with it. There is something unusual about friendships formed in Scouting. They do not follow the normal timeline of friendship. Sometimes you meet someone for a few days at a camp and end up carrying that connection for years. Sometimes months pass without talking, but the moment you meet again, the conversation continues as if it never paused. No explanations needed. No awkward distance. Just familiarity. Over the y...