Hi everyone, my name is Saranka and today I'm going to talk about something that most of us suffer or want in our lives within that something suffers and existing crisis. So another time would be one of the times would be when you miss the dates of your month and when your parents know you have a boyfriend, or when you have a bad time. So in this particular situation if a bartender would have to make a drink, he would go like, hello ma'am, how would you like a drink to be? One question of you missing one of your dates, one question of your parents knowing you have a boyfriend, oh when a whole bottle of a bad tummy, that's an amazing combination ma'am. Why don't we add a little bit of humor to it and a little bit of spicy, apparently overreacting dramatics, you obtain an exquisite, breathtaking bloody days of the month. Cheers! So I get home after a really long day at college and before using home I indulge on this extremely unhygienic but yummy, the ability that a guy sends right in front of a railway station with a letter running under his trailer, the letter just adds to the ability it was to him. So I'm home and I take my shoes off and I feel something really long with my tummy. It's one of those situations when you try really hard to hold some sand in your fists and the sand steps away no matter how hard you try. So the very same thing was happening to me. I get home and the very same time I feel like 105 breathing dragons playing football on my chest and they want to come out. So they almost out and around towards the bathroom I look and I look pretty see the cheeseburgs the red masala and the puff of the double all over the side. So I'm out to bathroom after one hour practically battling with my indistent and I look at my mother she looks at me with suspicion and I ignore the expression for some time I smile at her and I head back to my room. Next morning I have a bath I dress up and I get going to my college when I hear the knock on my door. I open the door and I see it's mom I see her mom good morning. She has sister has the same expression on her face and she gets inside my room she closes the door behind her and I don't know why she awkwardly starts the conversation saying, you are okay right you must have done your chums the last month and you were peaking yesterday everything is okay right I'm like, what am I everything is okay what's wrong? So then she goes to the main topic saying you want pregnant right? So I'm like, what? No of course I don't want pregnant. So while we are on this topic let's talk about two versions of my life which are very similar to before I dress in the antarony. So only here the BC would be the four confidence and AD would be it's a bit of a you can do it. So in this BC time period of mine I bring would have never allowed me to come up on stage and talk to people. It's like one of those times when girls are not allowed outside the house. Only here the annoying relative stopping the girls from going outside the house would be my brain and the girl would be my self confidence. So in this particular situation my brain would go like where are you going? And my self confidence would go like, up on the stage or where? So then my brain would go like, you know if it's cool or not, what will they say? They will go to the house and then my self confidence would go like, okay. So that my dear people was the story of my dark BC. So before this limited stage of appearances that I had a miniature me would pop out from nowhere and say, he's having a, it's okay it's just a stupid performance. What's the worst that could happen? You would forget what you had to say and it's okay. Everybody forgets that's life. So then comes phase two when my heart starts pounding like the speed of 200 kilometers per hour which it should be arrested for for speeding of course but then we're in India. So after that you have phase three when you are circulated to be on stage pushing the eyes and the people who just stop piercing through your soul and who just stops stepping you down naked with their eyes. Which bunch of zombies wanting to eat the only human brain of a level in the room. That pressure is on you. Oh I'm having more pressure. Don't even get me started. At that particular point I feel like my intestines are losing it. Like literally losing it. Like how drunk people lose their shit and puke only the drunk person would be my intestine and the puke could be, you know what. Then comes phase four when your stage existing crisis are just about to sink in and you idea have been given the mind. Then second all those times when you were practicing the script while you were pooping or while you ask your pollety dog listen to your bullshit or when an evening fat halwhal lady was you're taunting you for your stuttering. Hi Andy. Or when you take a few drinks for cigarette just to come yourself down and to master up some courage. All of that trust me it just goes to waste. The only thing that comes out of your mouth is the stuttering blah blah blah vomit and you making a red desperate attempt to make the vomit look pretty. So you just take a flower of whatever you were wearing and you're like that looks pretty. So while all of this is going on from the corner of your eye you see something dangerous. Or someone wants to kill you or someone with glowing red eyes looking at you with an expression saying, you know to backstage, and you're like seeing them somewhere, seeing them somewhere, oh wait that's the director of the performance shit. For now he's the brand new alarm. Me he he. Suddenly your brain goes into a repair mode saying, oh dear no no no no. This cannot be happening. Something has to be done. Then I see from Naruto box up in your head like this Papa badge you have by surfing the internet. And it goes like no, I am not going to give up. The director and his Clara counting on me. I must say this performance, I will win. That's my ninja way. So now my mind is high-firing the imaginary Naruto in my head and the director's look changes. It's time to take this clip back from the recycling bin. Ninety-eight Fox, I'm my radio chakura. Bring it on zombies.