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.
“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 closed“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.
Love 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 closed“Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only with what you are expecting to give — which is everything.”
~ Katharine Hepburn in Me : Stories of My Life:
To my b u f iiiiii,
With you,
everyday is a prayer.
everyday is a blessing.
Happy 19th Mangsir for your 25th.
Comments closed“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.
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