Real. Organic. Sustainable. Blissful. Fulfilling. Warm. Homogenous. Generous. Synergic. Symbiotic. Ever growing. Caring. Steel strong. No lies. Zero deceit.
Fundamentally driven by profound trust, rooted understanding, healthy commitment, lifelong support, unquestionable sincerity and mutual faithfulness.
Being respectful. Having earnest sense of gratification. Being there for one another. Intertwined with humbling friendship. Humorous. Humorous and humorous!
Well, in this 21st century of commercially infested love, or the idea of love, my honest question to you all my friends,
are you in a real relationship at all?
With yourself?
With your boyfriend? or girlfriend?
With your spouse? children? or siblings? cousins? or parents? grandparents? even your pets? or your friends?
In a great scheme of things, what would change if I die right after publishing this post?[su_pullquote align=”right”]Fuck Birthdays’, again![/su_pullquote]
Sadly, nothing!
Who’d give the real fucks to my dead self?
Family. Few kind souls. Mostly, no one!
Who’d celebrate my half-baked, wildly flaymboyant life? Who’d tell all my authentic stories and perhaps laugh on them? Or least, share my original recipes for a complete, fulfilling, fertile life, right, … right after my life line had been cut off?
By and large, no one!
No one! no one! No one.
Thence,
Dear Bros’,
That’s how much insignificant and trivial we all are. Or at least to my true senses, I a.m.
That’s how little tomorrow matters or any day of sorts matter at all.
Fuck Birthdays’ again!
So so so, here’s a life saving unsolicited advice to all my dear amigos.
An important Lifehack per se.
[su_quote]You literally don’t have to spend your precious seconds with someone you don’t like or for fuck sake — waste your fucking breathe on something or over someone you don’t want to.[/su_quote]
Pufffff!!! Brain blasstttt!! Phewwwww!
So so so, take and make use of your most precious freedom, freedom of life, freedom of expression and freedom of existence for as long as you have it, for as long as you are here!
And one last thing — in the language of one of my mentor, a celebrated poet Mr. Charles Bukowoski, “Don’t Try”.
From two to even five-minutes, every now and then throughout the day, mostly everyday.
. . .
Turns out, it’s meditative. Eye opening. Refreshing. Revitalizing. Psychologically strengthening. Calming. Soul cleansing. A necessary fuel for body and an organic food for soul.
So, what about you?
Do you even have time to acknowledge you breathe?
If you don’t, then please take your good enough share of deliberate breathes starting today?
“Friendship is unnecessary,” C.S. Lewis wrote, “like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself… it has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.”
Not all your friends and followers on facebook, instagram and twitter will attend your funeral or even care to shed a teardrop on your passing away!
Friendship cannot be ordinary. It’s a luxury.
Friendship, my friend is like falling in love with this one person. Symbiotic, unconditional, heavy to fathom, heavenly to have.
Not many care to acknowledge but genuine friends and for-real friendships is a celebration of happiness but such equally is the sadness too. Matter of fact, friendships without shared despair and compassion is dubious.
Friendship is an uncomfortable, shameless, unfiltered exchange of words and at times interjected with awkward silences too. It’s about earning trust, fecking judgements, cultivating loyalty, comforting the other, helping one another and more important of all — growing together.
Friendship with all sincerity is about less and less screen time and more about melting conversations; about respecting differences and rejoicing shared values. It’s not some voodoo crap, you’ll very much know it in your blood and bones when you’ve made this special bond with someone truly amazing. They can be your own parents, siblings, cousins, boyfriend, girlfriends, classmates, colleagues, any human and even non-humans for example your pets.
Never mistake friendship for people you dance, party, walk, tour, eat, drink, and laugh with. Friendship goes way deeper than that; it begets from being truly grateful for having found each other and cherish such commotions for as long as the two live. Simply put, honest friendship is merely about just being there and caring enough.
Personally the revealing realization of true friendship occurred to me when i had butterflies all over my stomach and the restless beatings of heart — budump! budump! budump! along with nauseating feeling of out of breathe whenever I was meeting my friends (including my own brother and a sister) in the airport.
[haha]
A friend is one less arsehole in life. And of course, without a shred of doubt, f.r.i.e.n.d.s.h.i.p is the most rewarding, rare expedition for a lifetime but sadly only for a lucky few.
Now that you know about friendship, briefly, we can conclusively say :-
Friends are forever पासा।
And, Friendship is एउटा मिठो कथा।
Finally, on a departing note, I’d like to end with Seneca’s noble reason for forming a friendship, wherein he says,
For what purpose, then, do I make a man my friend? In order to have someone for whom I may die, whom I may follow into exile, against whose death I may stake my own life, and pay the pledge, too.
This time however, I insist upon ‘stop feeling special on your birthdays’.
Why you ask?
[Well, well, well. Because! ]
First, for fuck sake, stop sleepwalking and ask yourself, why do you feel (or precisely stimulated to feel) so so special on this one day while mostly it’s your same self who’s sick, stick, stiff, stuck, dumb, exhausted, soul-less, worthless, defeated, broken, sad, complaining, inadequate, impatient, empty, searching, scratching and scrolling for the rest of the year?
Why?
Is that because, your so called friends or relatives who’d otherwise go into a year long hibernation come out of nowhere to drop a fucking ‘Happy birthday to you beloved or you are such a lovely sweetheart, HBD! or many many happy returns of the fucking day or love you infinitely and wish you tons and tons of happiness on this birthday sorts of Facebook messages, whatsapp texts, instagram stories, et cetera.
I am so worked up throughout the week that I hardly have time to ponder over, unplug, tinker ideas and even to read that I somehow fear my creativity muscle is going through a ridiculous atrophy.
Stupid questions like — what for? why is it necessary for you to fucking suffer and push the fuck out of yourself to write? is it even worth it? How is writing helping you become a better person, live a better life? Are you even asking yourself right questions when it comes to your seemingly over-emphasized literary indulgence? Do you seriously give a fuck? Are your materials any good? Have you been improving? Are you even growing at all? Has your taste in nitpicking words, orchestrate ideas and write sentences and paragraphs polished? Are you seriously in love with a pain and the hope these blank screen renders? Why the fattest fuck on earth do you even write?
Because for sure, writing is not easy.
And, writing is neither sexy or anywhere close to being flamboyantly interesting.
It’s absolutely a fucking hemorrhoid in the ass.
Despite, seriously, I don’t have a one answer to explain my habituated writing kata but what I know for real is whenever I’ve been alone all by myself, just to write — I love being in this side of life! I write to live at peace, live full, learn better. I write to grow.
