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A spicy, messy, and honest blog by an aerospace student navigating life, turbines, and everything in between. Buckle up.

Thrust vs Drag: Flying Through the Skies of Growing Up

Welcome back, everyone! How are you doing? This is your Turbine monk here, I've come up with a new spice mix for tonight. Today, I am going to talk about the complexities of teenage life — a turbulent phase full of contradictions. Let's start with adolescence. This is the peak phase of life where you get the most freedom. You undergo significant growth — new feelings arise, and you seek thrills in every moment. You might get habituated to change but it can be the challenging aspect of this stage. As a teenager, people won't consider your opinions and thoughts seriously because your moods can shift in an instant, you’re no longer a child, yet not fully trusted as an adult — stuck somewhere in between. Doubts multiply and clarity blurs, and you feel like the internet is your friend without knowing its dark side. Consumption becomes a viable way of gathering information instead of learning. Barriers and boundaries start rising slowly — milk becomes coffee, and Time feels lik...

Cravings, Chaos & College: Let’s Fly

Hey buddy —  Turbine Monk here, just another guy who spent most of his teenage years chasing dopamine and distractions. Now I’m stepping into my twenties, hoping for a shift, a spark — maybe even a soft reboot. Like many others, I landed in a storm — results clashed, dreams reshuffled, and somehow... ended up in aerospace. It wasn’t the safe choice, especially in a country where you’re never sure if the field will take you anywhere. But passion rarely plays it safe.  Now that I’m here, college hasn’t exactly felt like the dream. Grades are tough, lectures often feel like background noise, and most days feel like a tug-of-war. But in all that noise, one thing always stood out: gas turbine engines . Weirdly specific, yeah. I missed every single lecture on it till now — and somehow found my way to it in the library. Outside academics? I’ve got my own brand of chill. I stress more about dinner choices than CPI. I got lucky with a bouldering course in my first year — one of ...