A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
“It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.” –Aristotle
Question: What do you need in life?
Perhaps,
Kindness.
The Drive.
Unconditional love and acceptance.
Real Friendship.
Maybe,
True joy.
The positive vibes.
Genuine curosity.
A quiet mind.
Healthy health.
A Calm Tummy, and most importantly
Peaceful Sleep
Comments closed“Man does not simply exist but always decides what his existence will be, what he will become the next moment. By the same token, every human being has the freedom to change at any instant.” ~ Viktor Emil Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning
If we were to live for the next 50 years, We will approximately have
600 months,
2,607.14 weeks,
and 18,250 hours left.
Nonetheless, looking at these numbers
You see, with clean numbers, maths becomes a breeze.
Do the math my friends!
Namaste.
Comments closedWait, until it all makes sense. ~ Author
This was October 2016.
Mum asked,”Babu, is everything okay? I might be mistaken but I heard you sob.”
I remember I had replied,”Don’t worry mum, it’s just a break up!”
Looking back, I was right — It was just that one fucking horse shit!
And, true — shits can only stink for so long.
This was April 2019.
Finally, Found her.
We shared each other’s bittersweet stories.
We vowed for the best of partnership.
We embraced each others’ imperfections.
Most importantly, hands on heart — I love her like there’s no tomorrow, waiting!
In a nutshell, life’s a mix of Fuckerries.
Bad and the best ones.
Comments closed“The rank of office is not what makes someone a leader. Leadership is the choice to serve others with or without any formal rank.”
~ Simon Sinek, Leaders Eat Last Deluxe: Why Some Teams Pull Together and Others Don’t
Enterprise Resource Planning (ERP) Department — because we were to develop an enterprise software for Buddha Air. That’s all I had in my mind when I started the ERP at F1soft.
Nikesh, Ayush and I would for sure laugh our butt out, must we retrace our memories back to our first version of the application. It was cooly fucked with Angular JS and Java (Spring Framework)!
Nikesh Maharjan, Aayush Regmi, Pukar Shrestha, Pradip Rimal, Sunita Joshi, Akash Shrestha, Erika Joshi, Sabu Shakya, Smriti Mool, Kaushal Regmi, Suraj Gautam, Sushant Khanal, Subash Shankhadev, Rovich Maharjan, Pratik Shrestha, Pragya Maharjan, Karuna Singh, Deepika Khadka, Neelima Maharjan, Samikshya Ghimire, Sudeshna Shakya, Urusha Shrestha, Biru Shrestha, Ashish Subedi, Sauravi Thapa, Sudin Shakya, Dhanusha Roka, Rupak Chaulagain.
These are my extended family for life! These are why my imagination of ERP will forever live within me until I do.
And I want to extend my deepest, earnest, ‘A BIG. Fat. Chubby. Sexy Thank You’ to you all for a beautiful all-for-fucking-worth-it journey.
Namaste.
p.s. don’t miss this piece by one of my most cherished mentor, Simon Sinek (author of best sellers Leaders Eat Last and Start with Why)
p.p.s honorary mentions — Mr, Bikesh Amatya, Mr. Pravesh Mathema, Mr. Bandeju Shakya, Mr. Sapan Sharma
Comments closed“We suffer more in our imagination more often than in reality.” ~ Seneca
From how I understand Breakups —
Breakup is always a choice.
Better if mutual.
Best if one of the two fucks up. Because you see, that holy fucker is merely an opportunistic scavenger; and undoubtedly a ‘would-have-been’ lifelong baggage of regrets. An imbecile pathogen per se.
My friend, Breakups bends but mends.
Rationally weighing over it — there’s no ugly side.
p.s. learned the word ‘imbecile’ from a netflix movie ‘Serious Men’.
Comments closedLove can change a person the way a parent can change a baby — awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
~ Lemony Snicket in Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid:
It’s been a while since we promised our journey of love and friendship. A Holy 20 months approximately!
And most certainly, It’s been an.everyday.pleasure thinking, knowing, feeling, b.e.l.i.e.v.i.n.g that you’re by my side — with me! Albeit not-always-physically-near.
From looking after my ‘Diets‘ to ‘Books I look forward to read‘ to be it surprising me with ‘Smartdoko deliveries and Merotarkari groceries’ to be it as delicate as taking care of ‘What I ought to be wearing and what not‘; You have truly, wholly given it all — given.me.all. Haven’t you?
It’d be shamefully un-kind, un-wise, un-just of me If I don’t respect them.
Wishing both of us the 20th Month Anniversary bruh.
Hugs and Tickle.
Comments closedIf you’re not growing by day — It’s a stupid day!
~ Musicpervs
What have you done so far with your life?
I can only wish If someone had asked me this way-way before; even before I found ‘Porn’. Because, trust me, the question really is god-damn profound, consequential and significantly pivotal for one’s full life.
I’d rightfully equate it with a ‘compass’ to moving backward, and to moving forward in time as well.
Just don’t be alarmed if someone asks you that question or the alternate versions of this beautiful inquiry.
Just know, It’s not judging you. It doesn’t aim to put you under any pressure or microscope per se.
It merely, clearly asks of you to ask yourself of your asking with life, in life!
Matter of truth, this succinct self-examination removes a lot of smoke from the air or say, calls for a healthy, naked, surgical contemplation.
That is to say, it weigh-ins on your past to prepare you for the strides and the stones ahead.
Oh for sure, It grounds you!
And for all good intents and purposes, this unique ‘tool’ holistically allows you to self-reflect on your actions and choices of your past and has you toughen up for the mountains and milestones moving forward.
What have you done so far with your life?
Namaste.
“To live each day as though one’s last, never flustered, never apathetic, never attitudinizing — here is perfection of character.”
– Marcus Aurelius, Meditation 7.69
‘Memento Mori’, which translates to ‘You could leave life right now’ or simply put, “remember that you will die” has been causing the spotlight effect on me since a tragic demise of my grand mother.
And, I’ve written/ mentioned plenty on the title already.
Yes, ‘Memento Mori’ gracefully, gently, … humbly reminds me of my beautiful, ephemeral role in this life and duly nudges me to celebrate slash appreciate every bits and pieces of joy I can find here-and-there as I walk with time and tides.
Memento Mori keeps me grounded and helps me conduct as if — I am important but not important at all.
Memento Mori helps me deal with daily-stress anchors that life indiscriminately throws at all of us. Trust me, acknowledging and accepting our mortality has enough strength and wisdom to save our ass from any kinds of anxiety catalysts. Any!
Memento Mori is a super power spell !
Namaste.
Comments closedEverything is in your heart and in your hands.
What is the world’s most expensive bed? The hospital bed.
You, if you have money, you can hire someone to drive your car, but you cannot hire someone to take your illness that is killing you.
Material things lost can be found. But one thing you can never find when you lose: life.
Whatever stage of life where we are right now, at the end we will have to face the day when the curtain falls.
Please treasure your family love, love for your spouse, love for your friends…
Steve Jobs
Last Thursday, I felt all the weight of the world on my shoulder. Again, I watched flames eat up flesh minutes by minutes.
Last Thursday, I couldn’t write.
Last Thursday, on September 24, 2020, 2:35PM; My grandmother passed away right in front of my eyes as I tried fixing her bed positioning.
I was with her as she was recovering gracefully; Once again, playful, smiling, upbeat and eating; Once again, trying her best to be herself.
But then —
We saw her heartbeat go up to 240-253 from 90-100, as the monitor beeped red and worried.
We saw her tearful, swollen, painful eyeballs; saw every parts of the body swollen with water.
I’d feed her every meal (breakfast, lunch, brunch, dinner, … water), every day, until the day she couldn’t eat or drink anymore.
Laughed with her, cried helpless tears without anybody noticing, slept-a-little but in chilling, unfamiliar fear; googled every shit possible, in hopes that I can bring her back to her normal self.
Honest to god (if there’s one), It’s inexplicably painful to be remembering her finest and the final days with me, with us.
Because, I’ve seen her failing heartbeats over a monitor from 135 to 115 to 65 to 51 to 0.
Because, I held her cold, swollen, white hands and watched her oxygen saturation(SpO2) drop from 96 to 81 to 75 to 0.
Because, I saw her blood pressure get radically low despite continuous Dobutamine IV administration.
Because, I saw her lungs RPM go nil from 24 and 18 and 8.
I know how fortunately vulnerable we human are — than we’d ever know.
I vividly remember, one fine day, we walked her to the hospital on an ambulance. I will never forget her swollen, tired, trying feet.
A week after, I was trying to open her mouth by pressing her tongue downward just so that she can breathe.
Reebhusha sobbing her heart out would rub her hands as we were losing her quickly.
In tears, we had tried everything we could’ve. She did too.
We failed!
Failed!
However, there’s a second part to this story.
P.S. Ours was not merely a grandparent-grandson relationship.
Ours is a relationship of a lifetime.
Eme’ … … I wish I wasn’t writing this.
Sorry!
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