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That’s why you’ll fail in life

Ayushmann  – 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.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer from the book “The Invitation”

p.s. click on the links above for powerful visuals.

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Sometimes

Saving 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!

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Contemplify

Deathcab – 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.

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Respect

I’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.”

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  feelingI 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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Sleepwalking

 Naina Da Kya Kasoor – Ayushmann Khurrana

[part 1]

Technologies connected us. Enriched and expedited the waves and ways of our life.

But, on a second thought, technologies have also crippled us. Least, costed us our own freedom, our authentic authenticity.

Because, believe it or not, but just ask yourself, when was the last time that you really sat alone doing nothing for say one hour, and all by yourself in absence of any tech stimulants, such as — phones, computers, tablets, earphones, whatever?

Because, believe it or not, but just thinking about your daily life for the length of a week without WiFi or your Phone or both is perhaps the most apocalyptic shit that you can imagine happening to yourself.

Because, believe it or not, three in every five individuals from your group will pick out their phone and shamelessly get hooked in with their pseudo-important shits even though you’ve all mutually consented to have a decent lunch or dinner or something of sorts for fun t.o.g.e.t..h.e.r. That you were never fully there for them and nor they were there for you. Fuck! And wait, the worst part is that we even consider this norm or behavior a standard normal in our social life. It’s appalling!

[part 2]

Now, these are the same breed of people who constantly complains about fucked up life, fucked up schedules, fucked up relationships, fucked up priorities, fucked up possibly e.v.e.r.y p.o.s.s.b.i.l.e.t.h.i.n.g.

Because, believe it or not, these breed of busy people are senselessly doing weird busy shits all the time without ever asking and acknowledging where they are even headed. Cold truth:- They hardly have energy or time to even self-reflect, self-evaluate, self-correct, self-question!

Suffice to say, these kinds of people are the victim of Sleepwalking. In other words, it’s also called willful blindness.

Suffice to say, we’ve clearly lost the feel of true love and honest, real connections and palpable human compassion and sense of pure fulfillment and sense of genuine responsibility towards community and towards ourselves to these addictive, demanding, draining, dreadful tech-fucks.  Cold truth:- We are more sensitive, more self aware. We think more, we are too busy in our head, too busy with our phones, too busy with our works, too busy planning for some esoteric, life fulfilling vacations or parties or get aways, too busy working on poses, too busy scrolling, too busy seeking, … chasing, stupidly wandering, complaining, … just too busy to be happy.

[Giggles.. ]

Rightly so, this reminds me of a quote from an american essayist Sir Henry David Thoraeu

It is not enough to be busy. So are ants. The question is: what are we busy about?

 

[part 3]

To the nutshell and on a laconic note: Business is a trap! Business is exhausting. Anti-productive. Corrupting. Deceitful. Sleepwalking. Unplug!

Pondering: Ignorance is suffering. ~ Dalai Lama

p.s. Bonus Track Here

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Peanuts

Macklemore X Ryan Lewis -Otherside Remix Feat Fences

If you’re sprinting through tough shits!

This Thursday let’s be easy on ourselves, ae’.

Enough of deep philosophical shits!

This Thursday, let’s revisit our childhood days, those peanut-brain, cartoon network days  — days when our problems were seemingly simple ae’!

This Thursday, let’s navigate through few of the creative creation of Charles Schulz’s “Peanuts”

— of timeless art, of true love, of real friendship, and of helium humor.

Classics and never old, ae’.

p.s. “Snoopy, what would i do without a friend like you.” ~ Charlie Brown

🐜This Peanuts strip was first published on August 24, 1955

🐱

This Peanuts strip was first published on November 16, 1964. 

🤔

This Peanuts strip was first published on August 2, 1985

💛

This strip is from June 17, 1965.

💤

This Peanuts strip was first published on August 6, 1979.

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This Peanuts strip was first published on February 9, 1989.

✨

This Peanuts strip was first published on July 27, 1960.

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The feelings behind Charles Schulz’s Little Red-Haired Girl stories in Peanuts were partly inspired by the music of Hank Williams.

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Inspiration

Ane Burn – By Your Side

Caution: You don’t have to read Musicpervs!

Why do you even read anything that’s posted on this blog?

Because, by and large the contents here are profoundly personal and mostly tailored for honestly not-everybody! Plus, I don’t even know (let alone understand) — why anyone would give any fucks to go through this not-so-sexy private inventory of my life and take a pain in their fucking butt-hole to skim though the posts only to trash them later and eventually forget about them in the future.

Anyways, if you’ve decided to hold on despite my honest discretion; well, you know and I know that i’ve posted enough inspirational shits before.

Given the fact that the doses of inspiration don’t last for very long. That inspiration is not timeless, that Inspiration is fucking volatile. Blah! blah blah bleh!

So why sweat about it in the first place over and over again, right?

The answer my friend is: Despite repeated fucking annihilation of this beautiful, instrumental element — without-a-doubt, inspiration (a half brother to motivation ) is also at the same time a powerful and lethal and reliable and efficient catalyst — mostly to get un-dones done!

However, however, I suggest, don’t seek for inspiration at all but when it finally breaks in through the cracks, into your life, just fucking seal it, feed on it, breathe on it  — when it lasts!

Two examples.

First: Tim Grover – a bestselling author of Relentless: From Good to Great to Unstoppable, and most importantly, a credible trainer to some of the most elite athletes like Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant, Dwyane Wade, and dozens of other top performing athletes, in his book, writes:

“I don’t care how much you can lift, how fast you can run, how many pull-ups you can do, or whether you can hit a three while blindfolded. There are only three things I ask of every client… Show up, work hard, and listen. That’s it. It requires no talent, no special genetics, or any skill whatsoever to show up, work hard, and listen.”

He adds,

“When I train my athletes, it’s a dictatorship with three rules: show up, work hard, and listen. If you can do those three things, I can help you. If you can’t we have no use for each other. I will bust my ass for you every way possible, but I expect you to do the same for yourself. I’m not going to work harder than you do for your benefit. Show me you want it, and I’ll give it to you.”

Second: my most cherished actor, Sir Robin Williams  who would’ve celebrated his 68th birthday on July 21, 2019, has few grains of wisdom to share about the real deal inspiration

You will have bad times, but they will always wake you up to the stuff you weren’t paying attention to.

 

Carpe diém (Seize the day) ~ Dead Poet Society

And lastly, on a parting note —

Mediocrity is a choice! Mediocrity is a disease!

Pondering:

Easy choice, hard life. Hard choices, Easy Life  ~ Jerzy Gregory

 

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What comes from the heart, reaches the heart

Don’t Give Up On Me – Andy Grammer

these past few months have been soul crushing for both of us.

 

💁‍♂️ so tonight, finally, here are couple of dozen songs (click on the links below) i’m sharing with you as I clank alone my full champagne glass to you for all the best and beautiful days that awaits for both of us.

p.s. doesn’t matter if you like them or not.😅

because, someone wiser than i pretend to be, once said, “What comes from the heart, reaches the heart!

🌸 So, yeah! Love you girl 🌸

“i won’t give up on us” ~ jason marz

“and I will try to fix you” ~ coldplay

“we keep this love in a photograph” ~ ed sheeran

“nothing’s gonna change my love for you” ~ george benson

 

“it’s amazing how can you speak right to my heart” ~ ronan keating

“you’re in my heart” ~ celine dion

“I’ll be your hope, I’ll be your love, be everything that you need  … truly, madly, deeply” ~ savage garden

“your eyes look like coming home” ~ taylor swift

 

“you can save me from the man I’ve become” ~ back street boys

“i’ll be your strength, i’ll be your hope” ~ N Sync

“anywhere you are i’m near, anywhere you go i’ll be there” ~ chrish medina

“i’ll wait for you” ~ andy grammer

 

“I’d sing you to sleep” ~ prateek kuhad

“wish you were here” ~ pink floyd

“it must have been love” ~roxette 

 

“i could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love” ~ adele

“i can’t help falling in love with you.” ~ haley reinhart

“take my breathe away” ~ berlin

“you’re the only one I’ll ever want” ~ bryan adams

“I have loved you for a thousand years, i’ll love you for a thousand more ” ~ christina perri

 

 

“makes me feel i can’t live without you” ~ Rihana

“i love you, and i’ll love you all along” ~ nickelback

“i will rememer you ~ p.s. I love you”

“always” ~ bonjovi

and lastly,

“i just called to say i love you” ~ stevie wonder

 

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Breathe from your stomach

Kin Leonn – There were days

How often do you think about your breaths?

How often do you breathe from your stomach and not the chest?

How often do you even care that you are actually alive?

 

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You. Us, an average human at rest takes about 14 to 20 breathes per minute, processing up 7-8 liters of air in that period, making roughly about 21600-26000 breathes in an entire day, which totals up to 11000-14000 liters of air per day. That’s a whole lot of air in and out our system. Amazing machine of us, isn’t it?

But again, how often do you at least take a minute or two and mindfully, blissfully, lovingly, intently  — breathe?

 

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Fucked? Hustling? Absentminded? Anxious? Passively scrolling through your phones? Lost in a thought spiral? Or absolutely deluded by your busy-ness mantra?

Well, if so, allow me to remind you that — now my friend, the number of breathes you take has declined to almost half, i.e., from 14 to 20 breathes per minute to 4 to 6 breaths and that too barely filling your thirsty lungs let alone the stomach.

You are basically, subtly, slowly, suffocating, contracting, straining and punishing your own body!

 

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I am aware, I get it. I can totally, totally understand that we all have reasons to forget that we even breathe …. ….  but, what we also have to realize and digest and vomit and eat the fact that a mindless breathing comes at an unfair expensive price!

A lost sense of control.

A lost sense of senses.

A lost sense of the world.

A total lost.

 

Breathe from your stomach.

My friend.

Pondering…


i

Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity…

ii

Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensional life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.

iii

Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.”

Wendell Berry, Given

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