Husan Isomiddinov

The early teen years were great—CIC, meeting new friends, frequenting the cafés, touring new places. But over time, the hard truth knocks in—that you're no longer that child anymore, that you can't keep doing everything simply for fun or to outdo your friends anymore.

Everything—and I mean it—just flips in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, your parents are already discussing your future job, or even worse, your wedding. Problems get stacked; and your daily to-do filled. When you visit your Samarkand village, your uncle is already sharing hardcore life lessons. And that bucket list of yours? Probably still hidden in the dusty corner of your bookshelf. You suddenly become part of the flow, just like everyone else—another servant of this never-ending system that keeps everyone occupied.

It is disgustingly delicious to live. But we just forget it. And chances are, we don’t even understand the real meaning behind that saying with grass. Indeed, go touch some grass and live your life to the fullest.

Maybe Neo wasn’t even meant to choose the red pill. The so-called Matrix is unfightable. A realization alone may guide you on how to control it, at the very least.

#ciao

The bottom of that icerberg

Many talk about that famous iceberg phenomenon—that is, the public doesn’t see the background of anyone successful, delusioned by the individual’s hype, or the tip of the iceberg.

It is banal to bring about such a notion, but regardless of how hackneyed this quote gets, it still remains pragmatic.

My friend Ozodbek is sharing the bottom of his own iceberg in his new channel.

As his close friend who witnessed his growth, I can assure he has a rather unique story to tell, the one that hugely shaped his admissions journey respectively. He will share everything from small tips for personal statements to even full-fledged podcasts with other top admits.

Thus, dont be delusioned by the tip of the iceberg. Dare to look beyond, for it is way more interesting.

Link: https://t.me/getintocollege

In my eighteen years on this little planet, I never found myself obsessing over TV shows.

Of course, as a kid, I might have watched a show or two, but most of the content I consumed came from external sources, with YouTube being one.

However, I broke my streak. I watched an Uzbek TV show—not necessarily consciously, but because my friend Jamshidbek was on TV recently. This is the show he was in, by the way. And this single ten-minute excerpt taught me tons about Uzbek culture and why it keeps devolving, again and again.

First, in Western shows, journalists are highly educated. They are not on screen just to put up some shit-show. They need to be competent. They need to stay cool. And above all, they need to listen. But the showrunners on that Uzbek TV show were doing anything but listening with a solemn mind. They made the whole thing chaotic, uninteresting, and very fake. I mean, no one acts like that in real life. Inauthenticity is palpable.

Second, showrunners should not be arrogant. They should listen, but that doesn’t happen in Uzbek shows, I guess. At one point, Jamshidbek claimed that he doesn’t listen to music because it basically screws up your dopamine system, making you feel miserable. And that lady who is apparently a respectful guest? She calls him too immature and not enlightened enough for such notion. Like, ma’am, I wonder who is enlightened and who is not here…

There are so many aspects I could bring up, but I’d run out of my fingers trying to count them all. And you guys probably wouldn’t read a long post anyway.

But here’s the message: I couldn’t care less about such shows if it weren’t for me. The worst part is that these so-called highly enlightened individuals, production team included, are feeding this brainrot to the whole Uzbek nation.

Next time you come across a short-minded, conservative Uzbek, you can put Uzbek TV shows at the top of your blame list. As long as our people keep consuming this level of mental decay, be ready to embrace only the ashes of “kelajagi buyuk O’zbekiston.”

Kamoliddin was right, after all: adequate people don’t watch the Uzbek TV.

#yeah

#boycott_uzbek_shows

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Nay, guys. Duolingo is lowkey the hardest one. Let's end the debate

This post sparked a sudden debate between two niche communities on Uzbek Telegram.

My honest take on the whole thing? The whole idea of comparing these two is rather useless. I don't think there is any point in even discussing which one is harder or vice versa. After all, you are not comparing trains and trucks and concluding which one is better. There simply is no reason to even think about.

These two tests literally serve different purposes. IELTS tests your language proficiency, while SAT your academic one. And arguing outrageously over which one is better is the last thing you would want to do.

Don't waste your energy and nerves over some futile debates. Save your energy for the coming iftar instead. Have a good one everyone!