“Putting things off is the biggest waste of life: it snatches away each day as it comes, and denies us the present by promising the future. The greatest obstacle to living is expectancy, which hangs upon tomorrow, and loses today. You are arranging what lies in Fortune’s control, and abandoning what lies in yours. What are you looking at? To what goal are you straining? The whole future lies in uncertainty: live immediately.”
Seneca
Iron & Wine – Flightless Bird, American Mouth
An uncle died this week. Purshottam Shrestha.
Took me back to one of those dark places. Again.
A place where tomorrow is not promised.
A place where the best you can say; a place where the wise thing to acknowledge is that no matter how brutal the day was — you still had the day regardless.
With the news, came the wave of ‘Urgencies’ rushing to the shore.
There’s no better time than today.
There’s no best day than this day.
Pritchett wisely put it,
Make your move before you’re ready!
I tell you where big dreams go to die.
They go to the Planning Place.
Getting ready place.
Ahh..
Preparing myself .. and it’s the biggest con job we work on ourselves.
There are so many bones in that Graveyard where people … It’s always something; There’s always going to be set of reasons to wait.
When you’re going to take the risk?
I hope my drive and aspirations are stagnant, static, saturated and still.
I hope I keep believing that life barely is a synchronous series of episodes and events but rather an open, white, empty canvas with welcoming un-expected brush stokes from no one but ourselves. Looking for ways to write it’s own meaning albeit not necessarily only the meaningful ones necessarily. But ephemerally. But, writing it anyway.
I hope I get tired but complain less.
I hope the man in me keeps believing, keeps saying, keeps encouraging me to live the best version of my life!
Knowledge is knowing what to say. Wisdom is knowing when to say it.
Anonymous
Prateek Kuhad – Mulaqat
The Asch Experiment, in order words A group conformity Experiment.
In this experiment, a volunteer is told that he/she is taking part in a visual perception test. What s/he doesn’t know is that the other participants are actors and s/he is the only person taking part in the real test, which is about Group Conformity.
In the due course of the test, the volunteer along with other actors are shown series of line lengths on cardboards. Each cardboards has one right answer among many other options. In each round, the actors deliberately give wrong answers unanimously until eventually the subject doubts his/her own perception of things and rather choose to go along with the group perception instead.
This experiment has been repeated so many times, and the results have been consistent again and again, and again.
In a nutshell, we, by nature tend to bend towards crowd conformity despite the reality/ truth of the matter.
Now that you’ve read thus far, I hope this wealth of knowledge and wisdom sets in your deep conscience for anytime to grab whenever you find yourself rhyming with mob’d dead brain. I hope this small article aspire you to grow to be an original thinker.
She is the reason why I got the opportunity to fall in love with San Francisco City. For sure, had it not been for her I could’ve ended up in any of the 50 states for many different reasons.
She’s the reason why I consider myself lucky; lucky because I honestly was able to take more responsibilities in my life mainly by virtue of her inertia. I learned to cook … just about anything. I learned to equate the balance sheet of work and personal duties. I also learned to take care of myself. I learned to listen to my priorities. And yes, I learned to be a little happy for myself at times too.
Contrarily, we learn so much about ‘our-selves’ when we live ‘alone’ than we ever will when we’ve been constantly surrounded by people our whole life. Now that I’ve been living alone, on my own in absence of her — duly taught me how much big of a gun her life has meant for my life. Not that I’m trying to sell she completes me bullshit. I just miss my forever friend.
Yes, living alone in absence of her duly taught me how much I miss her.
Living along in absence of her duly taught me that no matter how perfect everything looks from the outside — the void, hollowness & emptiness inside makes it all tasteless. Meaningless.
Living alone in absence of her has had me think and think clearly — what a beautiful life it was when one and one made two.
Few House Keepings before I serve today’s hot potato.
Completed my Master’s courses.
My OPT got approved
Currently living alone in San Francisco city.
Started Working out daily.
Magnus Carlsen won Superbet Blitz 2023
I and my mum were having conversation regarding few people we know who’re clearly ill-willed, then came society, the culture and norms and expectations of others, and the happiness, basically everything that are extrinsic.
I told her, well, we will eventually die one day, for sure. Now, If we just think about this one universal fact and start making choices and decision starting from this inevitable end; we most likely will end up making wise choices and un-pressured, pure, meaningful decisions.
Thanks to one of my mentor Ryan who introduced me to the world of stoics and stoicism. He had me think about a latin word ‘Memento Mori’. And, I’ve definitely talked about it so many times here at musicpervs.
Personally, I contemplate over my impending death… everyday.
No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man
Heraclitus
Suzume no Tojimari – Suzume
This is absolutely random. These are few highlights of my lowly life in the past.
I was a boy who use to dream in my dream of owning an iPod shuffle — for the love of music. That little music player device launched by Apple on January of 2005. It was priced mere $99 for a base model then; Light years ahead of my acquisition aspiration.
I was a boy who long before I was able to afford a Honda Grazia, had to take public transports for almost 7 years right after high school, and have been through all the worst nuances possible that a public commuter goes through day-in-day-out.
I was a boy who have had to work for 3 months without pay in one of the software firm for the love of learning how to code.
I was a boy who couldn’t afford to rent an academic regalia also known as cap and gown for my undergrad. In that pretext, I remember Mr. Soong (then CAO of Islington College) teaching me never to beg for anything in life and rather earn it.
I was a boy who have had to earn enough to save enough to pay for my study since my high school. I had realized very young that I have to be the steward of my own ship.
I was a boy who was always dead broke no matter how much my paychecks went up over time.
I was a boy who had forgotten how to smile,.. how to laugh, how to connect to people. At times I’d deliberately watch comedy movies or something alike just so that I can stimulate the dopamine rush
I was a boy who’ve had tons of rejections. Name it. Europe. US. Girl.
I was a boy who’ve shed handsome volume of lonesome tears.
After almost one and half years of stressful application development experience on a startup firm , I had yet to go through the worst phase of my career as a manager. I was a lead of a new team that I inherited (didn’t form the team on my own), and remarkably failed at building connection with the old folks of that team. Self doubts, Gaslights. Anxiety. Insomnia. Anger. Rage. Unfair Judgements — were on the buffet. Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe it was just another lesson round the corner.
So many twists and turns in education.
So many twists and turns in profession.
So many twists and turns in life in toto.
I was a boy who’ve had to do a lot of mistakes to learn my lessons and navigate through life’s pacific.
The idea about writing for her, about her, to her came to me naturally because
while these days I’m with her,
I still see how hard, how really really hard she works,
I see how she tries all her best to make sure that I’m cared for, that I am looked after, that I am comfortable.
Not only that.
I’ve been her for a month and this has been the longest I’ve lived with her after she got married. And as I watch her intently I can see the scars left by the claws of many, many shitstorms she’s come out of. I’m so fuxking proud of her!
I know anything I’d write for her would never osmoses through your skins because our experience with anybody, or anything — human, non-human is subjective. It’s always personal. Yes, for sure I can say, ‘she’s the best sister in the world’ or whatever but it doesn’t say anything about her (my sister) in particular. Because the idea of ‘best sister’ is so so many generic things.
But for sure, I can explain what I had written about her.
She’s priceless. This is personal, because there’re only very few people in my life that I consider non-disposables/ non-replacables.
She’s organic. Because, she’s hardcore authentic. She means what she means.
She’s selfmade. She owns her struggles. She owns her losses. She owns her victories.
Unpretentious. Original. Because, she will never do deceitful craps.
Kind & Lovely. Because, she really really does her best to care of people, to love them, unconditionally. However, it has to be earned though.
She’s a fighter, made of dreams. She has withered so many horseshits, she’s all about no bullshits. And, yes … she has dreams like any of us.
She’s a flower, made of beautiful stories! Because you will definitely feel her vibe and the absolute presence when she’s around. She’s fragile, she’s vulnerable, she’s beautiful, and if you’re lucky to be able to spend enough time with her and earn her trust– you’ll get to really understand her core and corners through her life’s ups and downs.
