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This time around, It’s a festive season here in Nepal.
And, I’d like to wish all Musicpervs well-wishers my best!
Comments closedWhen we first met in the airport after 4 years. I will never forget how she and I hugged each other. And how effortlessly, she sobbed from the deepest of her core.
Without a shred of doubt, there, she shed her most awaited tears of joy; there, she hugged — her most mattered faces on the planet, there, she unburdened her heavy, longing, aching heart, there, her wrecked soul was green and blue, flying free, there, her eyes were calmly watery, there she found a rest for her beaten bones, there… there she found herself.
She was home!
And, yeah, who the fuck said, distance doesn’t matter?
Because. Actually right distances matter!
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Comments closedMARO – Still Feel it all
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
– Robert Herrick – 1591-1674
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
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For quite sometime now, I’ve been living with a maxim, one day at a time. Sure, there are plenty of hard core narratives thrown around this synonymous sentiment as simple as “Carpe Diem!” — A latin aphorism which means, “Seize the day”. Well, honestly, it’s quite sad that I’ve also seen remarkably fucked up selfies and poses on social media with captions this profound. Perhaps they were feeling it, but Fuck them all, with capital F.
In the same token, as Robin williams put it, “We are foods for worms lads…” in his remarkable movie, Dead Poet Society or as Carl Sagan explained to us about our infinitesimal identity as little as the size of a dust mote in his best humanity speech here — I confront that every single day after the earthquake of 25th April, 2015, I’ve tried my best to fully invest my time and energy for things that only mattered to me. Work. People. Hobbies. Books. Youtube. Every shit.
Colin wright in his book, Act accordingly writes,
“YOU HAVE EXACTLY ONE LIFE in which to do everything you will ever do. Act accordingly.”
Excerpt From: Wright, Colin. “Act Accordingly.”
See truth is, in the world of abundance where we exist today. With abundance of information. Abundance of distractions. Abundance of connections. Abundance of addiction. Abundance of choices — in this chaotic movie of collective life ecosystem, one way or perhaps the only way to reclaim and enrich our individual life, in a broad scheme of things is to just get rid of the excess. Decrease options per se! Because, what I’ve realised personally is that when you do this more and more — this process of deliberate seclusion and elimination, in the words of Matthwe McConaughey, “… you’d have accidently. Almost innocently put in front of you what is important to you.”
This dashain, one thing I tried to make sure is that i reach out to my best people. And now you know who you are and who you are not!
One day at a time.
Finally, pondering…
“Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. ~ Sherlock Holmes”
Comments closedAyushmann – Chan Kitthan
The rule of the game is already set my friend.
Today, I’m speaking about the alleyways, the long stretch highways to failures! (ain’t sure about the success’s)
-Let's begin-
You wake up every morning — mentally drained, soulfully fucked, clearly unmotivated and lost and frustrated and depressingly empty and sure enough — expecting most of your days to pass just the same. Stale!
Well, that’s why you’ll fail in life, my friend.
You are pathologically cerebral, meaning: you feed slash spend most of your precious time befriending these stinking, ill-informed, ill-formed, bantering, complaining, skull-numbing and resentful thoughts all the time. That’s why you’ll fail in life.
You lack goals and purpose and more specifically a will for change and especially the demanding strength to take right actions. Instead you are so full of shits and complains and wild arrogance and willful ignorance. That’s why you’ll fail in life, dear friend.
You’re the slave of instant gratification which is why you’d kill yourself to live and to dream of meaningless slash ephemeral convenience slash pleasures every hour of every day. And, that’s why you’ll fail in life.
You despise plans. You don’t have time for learning and reading. Obviously, you’ve mastered flinching. You’re easily intimidated. And, in a laconic sense of Steven Pressfield, you let resistance (self-sabotage, procrastination, fear, arrogance, self-doubt) wash and squash you over and over. Most certainly, you’ve killed a vivid adventurer within you. Plus, you’ve lost the senses to your pulverized, paralyzed curiosity muscles. And, that’s why you’ll fail in life, mate!
You’ve no thirst for solitude and you fear boredom in the likes of predator and a prey relationship. You spend too much time passively scrolling and browsing; renting out your eyeballs slash priceless attention for nothing. To nothing. That’s why you’ll fail in life.
You’re irresponsible towards yourself. Your growth per se. You have no patience, no sense of direction, no philosophy, no shred of groomed slash cultivated wisdom and absolutely not a fucking sense of what the f*ck’s going on in your life. However, rather cocksure about the dull/ dilute fairness and unfairness measurements. All in your head! All in your fucking head. That’s why you’ll fail in life.
You’re a people pleaser. You have zero focus towards educating slash empowering slash enabling yourself. You, the ‘Yes Man‘ (with every bones in your body) worry about what other ought and must perceive of you more than relying on the best of life tools such as constant self-reflections, regular self-examinations and shameless self-corrections. And, that’s why you’ll fail in life, my beloved friend.
Finally, to wrap this list of acrid truths regarding failure symptoms I’d like to end with a quote from Oriah (an author of a poem — The Invitation):
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
… It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
p.s. click on the links above for powerful visuals.
Comments closedSaving Us A Riot – Phoria
Genuinely,
I sometimes feel like folding my hands, and closing my eyes and keep on listening to my favorite playlists and never returning back to my normal, restless senses.
It’s in these unique, rare moments, I just want to be there forever.
Just Sometimes!
Comments closedDeathcab – Ditty
Out of pure luck I stumbled across Contemplify podcast two years ago. It is without a doubt that author/ podcast host Paul Swanson had spell-bindingly curated his recordings slash literature despite, now, overwhelmingly cluttered information pollution we are sadly exposed to these days.
Since then, I have been contemplating bad lucks, terrible fucks, sadness, and death among other worst possible stages of life, and eventually the mountains of gratitude would delicately, intimately wash them all off.
Apparently my body temperature measures 101.4 F and today has been a really difficult, long, draining, exhausting, feverish day.
Believe it or not, this is the good if not the best time to acknowledge who’d matter to you in your life and who’s just a one-big-fuck facade.
Because, It is at your difficult times like these — heroes show up. It is at your hard perils — people with golden hearts centrifuge. The right ones who’d scold, alarm, or warn you because you are absolutely acting less responsible or dauntingly foolish, the ones who’d honestly go extra miles because they fucking care enough, the ones who’d follow up with you, the ones who comes up with ideas (no matter how weird they are) in hopes that it will ease your suffering a bit, the only ones who’d shed true tears when you die, the ones who’d care to remember you even after that!
p.s. Here, a beautiful poetry on Sadness by Ditty is waiting for you. Also, to find a raw version of the song, put that wonderful cursor/ finger here.
p.p.s. “Contemplify is best served with a pint in hand. Please listen responsibly.”, says Paul.
Comments closedI’ve No More F***s To Give! – Thomas Benjamin
Albert Einstein once famously said,
“I speak to everyone in the same way, whether he is the garbage man or the president of the university.”
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My girlfriend out of nowhere texts, “What is respect to you?”
Now, at that time, I reckon asking myself — Wow! I’ve never really asked this question ever. What a marvelous inquiry though (a subtle voice speaks from somewhere inside)?
Sadly, I don’t remember anything about my reply to her that evening because she deleted all our mostly nonsensical messages.
Hmm…
But, I also know that it is neither new nor a news to somebody as old as a full grown tree like myself to appreciate the gravity and essence of this beautiful question.
Because, in the great scheme of things such as humanity, respect as much as love has forever been deeply etched and beautifully tethered across all forms of human race, ethnicity, culture, religion et cetera, however, also terribly fucked, undervalued, poorly handled, artificially contrived, politically bent and conflated and mishandled for the most part.
So, what precisely is respect to me!
Googling ‘What is respect‘ results ‘About 1,590,000,000 results (0.57 seconds)’; meaning, enough has already been said on this one dear sentiment. And, it would be foolish of me to add more of the same bricks. So, perhaps distilling down them all in few easy-to-chew sentences will be a nice thing to do, I suppose:
Respect to me is that genuine feeling of,
Respect is not loyalty.
Respect is as simple as, and as profound as feeling — “I couldn’t be more grateful that you happened to me in this life“.
And, agreeably so, respect rightfully isn’t given but earned.”
Lastly, to recapitulate and add a bit flare, and anatomically speaking as well, RESPECT is caring enough!
Rests, no fucks to give, none to take!
p.s Enjoy this bonus track here.
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