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Grateful

“The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow and loses today… The whole future lies in uncertainty: live immediately.”

Seneca
Covid-19 Map as of March 26, 2020

This is a COVID-19 map from Johns Hopkins, Univeristy of Medicine . And THIS my friend — tells a lot about us!

Sure, nobody saw it coming. And most certainly, we did not want any of this lockdown shit, at least not for causes as grave as this… at all.

But, there’s an important lesson for all of us to mull over. For all of the remaining un-deads; Un-affected-s … for those far fetched from the claws of malignancy and heartbreaks and despair and hell.

That not now but someday sooner-or-later, we will all die as some of us will turn to ashes and some, food for worms.

So.

Duly, contemplify.

Love. Grace. Appreciate.

Be happy that you and your loved ones are fucking breathing.

[ Don’t know about you but I’ve to remind myself of this so many times in any ordinary day! ]


It’s Day 3 since Nepal Government imposed a nation-wide lockdown to contain coronavirus spread in the country.

Commendable caution there.

It’s also Day 3 that I’ve been working from home.

Working more insane hours than ever.

Fuck!

And just yesterday, I’ve had a ridiculous meltdown towards the end of the work day.

Undisputed culprit: work burnout!

However, few good things happened too within this lockdown timeline from March 24th, 2020 to today.

Dee received a $20 bill with this heart warming note.
We both agree, it’s worth more than any quantifiable shit.

My best friend, Manish Rajbhandari finally became a father of a very beautiful daughter . He’d describe his fatherhood experience (in his words) ‘I don’t think I have cried that much in long long time. It was very very hard to see her go through that yaar‘. Such a pure, elemental form of love there, I reckon.

Blessed, again!

Plus, a five-star care by my two wonderful parents. For instance, here’re my mom’s heart warming messages since March of 24, 2020 (i.e., Day1)


In toto; This post my friend is a call to — self-reflect at times & learn to be Grateful, amid shits life non-discriminatorily throws at us. Period!

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These Calendar

Kowen – To Be Forgotten

You will realize at some point in time that the most awful fucks anyone can give it to you is but yourself. In other words, in real life, no body will give you more real fucks to you than you yourself will.

Poush – 2076 (Seinfelding)

Painful.

but Beautiful.

I recall, perhaps the only and the most depressing phase of life was during my high school days.

+2

Family was struggling through finances. Didn’t like the school I enrolled in. Didn’t have any friends. Didn’t find one. Didn’t feel like making one! No goals. No role models. Instead, there were no shortages of bullies. Those dumb f-#ers. I remember, they’d call me names, make fun of me in-front of the entire class, which in all sincerity had me feel like a loser — with added seasoning of an absolute disgrace over my life.

At the same time, I had a crush on a girl who wouldn’t give a flying fuck. [Haha..]. Can’t blame her. Plus, was trying to make sense of life and all the bullshits that i had to endure day-in and day-out with no sign of help from anywhere or anyone else. Was teaching bunch of raw slates, less, because i wanted to but more just so that I can pay for my tuition.

What a fuckingly fuck of a messy those times were when-in I had totally forgotten to feel happy or worst — even to put up a smiling face. [Haha..] All credits to my low self-esteem and persistently anal-ized self-confidence.

Fu>k!

Despite, it was at that point in time, I’d found refuge in books. Be it exercise books or the ones from self-help fraternity.

It was then, I’d embraced my own flavor of introverted-ness.

It was then I paid attention to the people I wouldn’t want to waste a fuck for.

It was around that time Musicpervs was born.

More or so, It was because of my ‘solitude‘ friend, I had figured out that self-growth is the only way forward and that I’m the only person responsible for my shits!

Heavy shit ae’.

And, that’s why these calendar habits still runs in my blood, through and through. Painful. But Beautiful!

(And, just so if you’re curious, Jerry Seinfeld is our guy who made this shit nuclear.)

Lastly, around these same waters, I’d like to leave you with some of the wildly sexy and utterly powerful insights which I’ve enjoyed a-fucking-lot, from few of my dead friends :-




Heartfelt thanks for your time!

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