A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
Jump right in, or wade in slowly.
Advantage to one, it’s over quickly.
Advantage to the other, it isn’t.
~ Maira Kalman
2020 was just a number.
So is 2021.
All you have is that ‘one day‘;
This moment;
Today.
And, Never. Forget. That!
Happy New Year Shit is merely to say — straighten up your shoulders, get your acts together again! And do something gravely useful with your time.
Namaste.
“You could leave life right now. Let that determine what you do and say and think.”
— Marcus Aurelius. Meditations 2.11
In all sincerity, I constantly think about my immortality reality followed by few deep filling breathes.
And, whenever this contemplation occurs — any shred of stress, anchors, and those crisp, piercing problems sublimates.
Eventually, slowly, gracefully evaporates!
Steve best put it
Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.
One hard look on the mirror:
These Aging eyes.
These Slipping time.
These Ephemeral moments.
These recipes of Intentional living in front of me.
I’m fretting.
I am a constant temporary
Namaste.
Comments closed“… sleep is profoundly intertwined with virtually every aspect of brain health. Lack of sleep over time can lead to an irreversible loss of brain cells—yet another debunking of the myth that sleep debt can be made up.”
― Arianna Huffington, The Sleep Revolution: Transforming Your Life, One Night at a Time
I’ve been sleep deprived my whole life.
But as the science literature suggest ‘Sleep’ –is a real shit.
And so, I am committed to fix it.
That is to say that I’m giving my every best to get a full 8 hours of cumulative rest time.
Good news is :- for the last three days I average at around — at least 7 hours of sleep. On Sunday however, due to lack of sleep followed by a high intensity workout early in the morning, I almost blacked out.
Whence, rebooting life.
Sleep enough. Good night.
Namaste.
“All big things come from small beginnings. The seed of every habit is a single, tiny decision. But as that decision is repeated, a habit sprouts and grows stronger. Roots entrench themselves and branches grow. The task of breaking a bad habit is like uprooting a powerful oak within us. And the task of building a good habit is like cultivating a delicate flower one day at a time.” ~ James Clear (Atomic Habits)
Reminders to myself.
Keep your Eyes wide open but Sleep enough.
Mouth mostly shut but Mind necessarily free.
Head beautifully cool but Heart kindly warm.
Ears intentionally curious but Anger intimately in check.
Seek Wisdom but Avoid Certainty.
‘Self’ — responsible, lethal, present! And, Character — authentic, resilient, humble.
Take Nothing for granted! And, Give Your All for your all.
And lastly,
Grow.
Grow, and
Keep on Growing.
Remember — ‘One day at a time‘ is the key.
Namaste.
Comments closedJoy comes to us from those whom we love even when they are absent …; when present, seeing them and associating intimately with them yields real pleasure …
~Seneca
She’s a keeper.
Because.
For Her kindness — that cosmic richness of her heart (from me to pets to the whole humanity).
For Her authenticity — that pure, approximately 1300 grams, one-in-the-world, one-of-a-kind beautiful brain.
For Her meticulous attention-to-detail — that passionately fuck-serious, caring soul.
For Her simplicity — that class and chewable expectations.
For Her work ethic and future aspirations — that mountain-top ambition.
For Her honesty and strength-of-character — that bold poise and weight in her words.
For Her sense of humor — Gawdd! That Telegram GIFs.
For Her beauty — specially that makeuplessness which I’ll forever adore.
For Her vibe — that palpable presence; the energy she radiates around you.
For Her care — that deep, rare, genuine, warm and from-the-heart I’m here for you, hardcore friendship.
For Her unpolished vulnerabilities she openly shares.
For Her adorable, sometimes worrying hypocrisies too.
And lastly, Her smile — myaan. Fuck!
Passa, I loves you forever of ever myannn!
And, most importantly, thanks for bass-ing, embracing and gracing me with your system!
p.s. These adjectives will never confine the noun she is.
Because.
She’s a keeper.
Namaste.
Comments closedI tried to hold it in, but tears tear up anyway. I let it be.
~Musicpervs
It’s better I confess and move on.
I cry almost, … almost every other night despite this perfect ‘all is well’ cosmetic I put on.
Solitude. Loneliness. I swing in-between. Killingly.
‘Could haves’ clutters up my headspace. Blindfolds me. Squeezes me on my neck and hammers nail right through my literal heart.
Tears tear up.
And, I let it sway me.
And, I wonder after a while,… matter of fact, I wonder after every whiles that perhaps this is called ‘cleansing memories‘ of my grandmother’s final days.
Thence.
Understanding life.
Contemplating death.
Embracing fragility.
Steadily healing.
Namaste.
Comments closedGenuine Friends Don’t Keep Scorecards
~ Marcus Aurelius
I was once unsure if anybody would like me, let alone fall in love with me. or accept me for who I was. I use to feel ugly, lacking, and … fucked gorgeously!
That’s my story when i was in my 10th, 11th, 12th all the way to the 2nd year of my undergraduate degree at Islington. But after that, something organically changed.
Long story short, I clearly remember that this holy ramification in my mindset over my own identity came about only after I met my best friend. Manish — a sweetheart of Tangal, Patan.
As, someone wise, unbeknownst once said, all you need to get through all the shitloads of thick-and-thins in life — is just one person.
He taught me to take care of my own shit. Embarrassing and Inflammatory as it may sound but he honestly did teach me to dress up, taught me to talk to seniors or even the girls; For simplicity sake, let’s just say that HE’s the one who had me Man Up!
Above all, he also (without-him-knowing) taught me an important lesson for life, and, i.e, — to Love Myself!
YES
L.O.V.E
Y.O.U.R.S.E.L.F!
He’s a forever — Brother! Friend!
More on our bromance here.
Or just search for ‘Manish‘ on this blog and you’ll find plenty.
P.S. Feel free to fool around my articles, poems, et cetera from as early as 2010 here.
“This is the true joy in life:
being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one;
being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live.
I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no “brief candle” for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.”
~ George Bernard Shaw on living a life that burns bright:
Oh, I’m re-learning to live a more deliberate bijay life.
I’ve decided to put off chess board that had been sucking up my private hours and minutes.
Social media detox. Digital sabbatical. Digital decluttering or minimalism. Purposeful Unplugging, whatever you name it …
I’ve done this many times before. Shamelessly, I’m picking up the gig again.
Just to be clear, I’m not running away from anything here, and perhaps the right way to look at this would be to say — Matter-of-fact, I’m doing quite the opposite. I’m on purpose running towards something.
Time will reveal why for every what!
p.s. Shoutout to my girl who despite my absense verily takes care of ‘the.life.of.bijay.s’.
In the meantime, ‘oh.randomess‘ was born this week. Amalgamation of ‘random’ plus ‘mess’ — that’s how it got the name.
This baby shall grow with time as I let go more and more random beautiful mess from my lifeline (captured mostly with my camera lenses).
I still don’t know why I like creating stuff!
p.p.s. Video contents I went back to this week, again — to exercise my wisdom muscles (which you might as well find as an absolute cracker) are:
1, Quit Socail Media by Cal Newport
2. How to achieve your most ambitious goal by Stephen Duneier
3, Inside the mind of a master procrastinator by Tim Urban
Namaste.
Comments closedI hate fake people. You know what I’m talking about. Mannequins.
~ Jarod Kintz
RIP.
Rest in Peace.
Really!?
I’ve seen enough of these three words thrown away just like that without weighing on them at all.
What a disgrace.
In all sincerity, if we’re taking about real grief; If only, we are talking about sense of real loss, real sympathy, real emotions, or feelings, or even real last words for the deceased — what .. what a terrible waste of words these seem for real.
With due honesty, I say what an awful expression to mourn the departed!
Never do that!
It’s like wishing stale ‘Happy Birthday‘ or rotten ‘Happy anything’ to your fake friends, colleague, relatives, whatever — and sure enough, pretty entirely out of pure formality you see.
Because, One — you fucking sure are not ‘Happy’ by any metric … any — when you typed them and sent them away. And Two — you have fucking no clue what does wishing anyone ‘Happy Birthday’ truly mean if all you do is fucking text.
Please don’t give ‘Rest in Peace’ ever. You can always do better than that.
For, we sure don’t know what Resting in Peace is — after death.
At least I don’t, even when I am fully alive.
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