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I want to write about

Published November 10, 2022 By 8ijay.shrestha

Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut, that held its ground.
David Icke

^{Yugal Gurung – Timi}

I had forgotten I had to show up for musicpervs today. It’s almost 10 past 15pm. Normally I sleep at 9:30pm because i had to wake up at 4:45AM every weekdays.

This evening I had almost two hours long conversation with my uncle who I’ve not had a word for a long, long time. My eyes are yearning to shut themselves off as i type these lines in a pitch dark room, but I know I had to show up.

I wanted to write about meaning of happiness.

I wanted to write about living cheerfully in a mundane, routined life.

I wanted to write about potatoshrestha, and why someone who’s trying to avoid social media is posting just about every little thing that goes in, out and around him.

I wanted to write about why it is important to be mindfully aware about the passing time and the opportunity cost.

I wanted to write about why I will never be perfect but perhaps grind my teeth to be the better version of me than i was yesterday.

I wanted to write about how I deal with my own anxious self.

I wanted to write about why not every what has to have why.

I wanted to write about why it is important to learn to do nothing.

I wanted to write about why it is so important to show up even if it means doing nothing.

Tired eyes.

Uninvited persistent cough

Brain-full of foolishness, dreams & ambitions.

Heart-full of gratitude.

Namaste.

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Simple. Little. Things.

Published August 20, 2020 By Bijay Shrestha

It’s sad. Most of us don’t realize what we have unless we don’t have it, anymore.
Musicpervs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pc8_xB7I6lo

Ajnabee – Little Things

In a world where real love is a lot of hard work where friction is inevitable.
And true love still, is never a conflict-free love.

Never take him .... Not, to take her...
Yes, don't you make a mistake of taking your beloved for granted!

p. s. Remember. The Balance Sheet of love also has Assets, Liabilities, Expenses, Overdrafts and Adjustments.

Let's start from there.

Little things in relationships.

If you’re a vivid reader of this small blog; You must’ve come across many such posts that speaks of the must haves’ and the havenots’ — recipes for a ‘good-enough’ relationships.

I’m certain I’ve spoken enough, in imaginable length, breadth and the depth about the real.love.ingredients that make up for a real.love.relationships. A pure partnership per se or simply Friendship. The genuine Reciprocity. Loads and loads of Humor, for sure. The unadulterated Honesty. Radiating and re-assuring Emotional Security. Shared Responsibility. Non-judgementism, Appreciation and Acceptance. Non-negotiable Understanding and a strong, very strong Support System. The Non-negotiable Respect too. Heavy stuff like organic, mutual growth, best jokes. and so on and so forth.

But, Shit! Have I written anything about simple.little.things which actually, and in reality make up for a large portion of the ‘daily grind’ that any…. any well-nourished, balanced and well-maintained r.e.l.a.t.i.o.n.s.h.i.p.s — Go Through ->

Nope! Not that I recall.

^{Src: https://www.instagram.com/threeundertherain/}

[Sidenote: She asked me if I’d write on ‘little things’ after having binged Netflix series ‘Little Things‘ together.]

So, here I am. And, here it is.

Frankly, I don’t have 10 little, secret things you can do to pump up and launch your relationship to a sweet-next level, with your partner in crime, but sure I have some food for thoughts to share on the same.

[haha]

Cool.

So, allow me to present to you my flavor of ‘little things’ that we all can do.

A simple wake up and wind down texts.
Explore overlapping interests. May be food. Travel. Games. Pick anything. And do them. Freaking indulge,… responsibly though.
Watch movies together. Eat ice-cream, drink coffee, enjoy your mint lemonade whatever you like. Go to concerts together. Cook together. Find out and solve problems together. Go, shopping together. Do weird, silly stunts together — merely for a bellyful of laughs and gasps. Doesn’t have to make sense! Share, listen to songs together. Dance together for no reason. Unpack your whole package together. … Don’t think dirty! [haha]
Ask stupid questions. Ask, how was your day, How you feeling, questions? Take meaningless selfies. Make funny, stupid videos. Bitch about life’s unfairness and it’s suckers.
Plus, an advice from my married-best-friend, “Take things lightly whenever you have disagreements and talk about it later with cool head”.
Give each other sweet, little, frequent surprises. Take each other out for unplanned treat, retreats [emphasis added].
Oh yeah! And please compliment. Compliment dudes.
Kiss. Cuddle. Chumpy. Massage. Shower. Walk. Do Tik-toks if you have to.
Encourage one another. Just Be.there.for.each.other — side-by-side, nail and flesh.
Take inventories of each other’s favorite things as well as painful problems. Listen. Listen, and help each other out when things aren’t right.
Make your significant other feel he/she is special and taken care of and taken care for.

Life’s good if little things are taken care of man. And I guess, rest will follow.

p.s. Enjoy One of those days for a secret to a perfect relationship.

p.p.s I’m also learning bits and pieces in this department.

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Ass Holes

Published July 23, 2020 By Bijay Shrestha

Fun – All Right

Raise a glass for Ashmita Bajracharya!

The original author behind this piece.

Let’s begin!

Call it our tragedy, a curse, the disease to Humanity on a broader lens — that we have riches of Ass Holes in our lives. Owen Wilson in a movie ‘The Internship’ (Go watch, highly recommended) quotes, “… there’s always some joker who likes to play fuckaround. I guess that’s you, Graham.”

And most certainly, there are these kinds of weird clowns in almost e.v.e.r.y.o.n.e’s life.

The ones, always with an opinion over things with no skin-in-the-game.

Someone who gets immense high in belittling people (at every shot they get) with their satirical injections.

Someone pathologized with a superiority-f**ing-complex. Someone who thinks the world revolves around them and that they’re the messiah of truth and only but the truth and that everyone around them are stoned fuckers. Amazing sample ae’.

Someone who finds the likes of masturbatitious pleasure in poking at everyone’s business with their self-centered and blurred and baseless and contrived and limited and intelligently foolish belief system.

Someone who tries to shove-in their pathetic bullshits (mostly religious, or made-up-philosophical recipes) down your throat and into your blood system. These self-acclaimed Harbinger of truths and deceitful Geniuses.

Gross!

Only remember, they’re all-in … all-fucking-in — for lies, and for insults, and for bitching, and for complaining, and for inflicting fears, and for crushing your confidence, and for suffocating the innocence out of you and mushrooming self-doubts in you instead; and for merely, merely corrupting your life’s Operating System, yes, your fucking L.I.F.E with their super dense, and mindless, and careless, and heartless stupidity.

And, if you’re asking how to really notice these pathogens out-of-this-air?

Easy. Butt in the hole — chatbots!

Walaaaah ~~

Carbondioxide for life.

Dumbs for life.

p.s. You know what, spare a life of real cockroach.

But, Baegon these cockroaches from your kitchen!

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Ex.

Published July 9, 2020 By Bijay Shrestha

Inhale the future, exhale the past.
Unknown

Harry Styles – Falling

You must be in a fucking rat race, obviously. And, so, you’re exhausted because of the repetition of similar days and the ways the nights end for you — most of the time.

You feel empty, absolutely and ridiculously aimless. And, you crave momentary getaway — far, far-fetched from the core of reality.

You’re in a mood (meaning, you’re not clearly thinking). You’re drunk (meaning, f*ckin’ out-of-your head). And, every fu*king cell in your body feelingly screams, cries, craves, … they so fucking miss those good-old things, those wild, f*cking flings.

You’re tired of scrolling the same shits on your phone, obviously. You’re bored. And, something is intricately incomplete by your subconscious measurement. Most of all, the things you have today — they aren’t enough for you, are they?

Don’t lie to yourself myan but perhaps, every cell, every hair in your f*cking body selfishly yearns, shamelessly lusts for some form of lightning, enlightening gratification per se (sexual, non-sexual, and sometimes both).

You’ll scour the hell out of the internet like a desperate zombie. Perhaps, you’ll run through your old messages, the instagram, facebook, messenger, viber, whatsapp, snapchat, Hi5 (haha), … whatever you can get your hands on to crack open the way to your,

Ex.

It’s not your fault. The idea of reaching out to your former boyfriend, girlfriend, spouse via texts, phone calls, DM,or probably friend request.

Friend!

Really?

Dude, put that fucking phone down! Breathe.

Okay, allow me to explain. By evolution, we have one flaw.

This think tank; Our brain is weird, you know.

Because, precisely speaking, it never quite registers well — neither the pains of all the pains, the agony, de burns, the sufferings of the past and nor the moments of fattest happiness too. It’s crazy.

Personally speaking, no matter how much I try but I don’t really remember how I really, deeply, genuinely it felt when I had my last breakup.

For sure, I know I cried but F.U.C.K, why? I ask.

[haha]

And this is the same, same reason why we mostly, feelingly, BLINDLY, fucking wholeheartedly go back to the same devil we know, who once raped and ripped us naked and cold blooded.

Don’t!

For fuck sake, stop wasting your time and energy and yeah’ this life in general. Open up your f*cking gifted eyes, and stop running monkeys on the La la land of break-up songs, the comeback songs.

And, dude, try this song than this.

Or, go explore some other random shits like this one.

Finally. Well, despite all this Mahabharata cum Ramayana; if you still chose to just give it a jerk to that jerk off; I will say that there’s nothing for you there mayte’ except the same question I ask,

F.U.C.K, why?

In short,

Ex.

Ex-es.

Fucking excess.

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Earnest. Relaxed. Proud

Published July 3, 2020 By Bijay Shrestha

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
That Tennyson

Arham Fulfagar- Waiting For You/ Intezaar

I want to remember this day for the rest of my life.

Because, today was supposed to be ours day.

Because, today we were supposed to finally reap the harvest of our small yet important dream.

Because, today was supposed to be an Earnest. Relaxed. Proud day, for the ERP team!

The app, ‘eappointments’, which, we had been working our asses off, which we had been long fighting tooth and nails for, were to eventually go LIVE by todays’ evening.

Alas!

At last, it didn’t come through as expected.

Matter of fact, this was supposed to be a breeze for all of us, after months and months of overtime, and nothing less than pure h.a.r.d work, and genuine dedication and love for responsibilities and love for work.

`Apology email to the client's spokesperson`

But.

Fuck it! I will for sure carry this beautiful feeling I had as we left tonight’s battlefield, lost by fate, maybe a bit disappointed, but then with an inexplicable taste of victory too.

For, despite unfair odds and circumstances, we did everything we could’ve possibly, possibly done to seal the deadline.

Plus, for me, ERP team once again did stand tall, proud, unmoved and bold despite unjust circumstances and tough, and demanding, and draining test of times!

Our bodies utterly exhausted, battered and yorkered-out. But our brow somehow, seemingly, … feelingly content and cheerful.

Because, ERP persevered!

Yes, I am profoundly grateful that,

Not for anything, but for each other, right till the finish line.

p.s. Humble. Honorable Mentions to

Sushanta Gautam.

Rupak Chaulagain

Sudin Shakya, and

Dhanusha Roka.

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Work From Home

Published June 25, 2020 By Bijay Shrestha

Live as though today is your last day.
Marcus Aurelius

Andrew & Veda – Alive

Today morning, at 8:00AM, The Stoic, an android application in my phone duly notified me of a quote, “Live as though today is your last day”, and that too in the right moment when I needed it the most.

Sure, I’ve heard of a paraphrased version of the same from Steve in this video who himself lost his life to a rare pancreatic cancer on October 5, 2011.

Question remains. Why did i need to acknowledge and account for and absorb this beautiful maxim by Aurelius?

Because, like many of us, i had lost touch with the confinements as well as the fragility of life at the same time.

Because, like many of us, i had forgotten to appreciate life while contemplating death at the same while.

Because, like many of us, I had lost my network connection with life‘s bliss and the unmatched freedom for the web of unending, ever-expanding, forever-exploding work-work-and-more work.

Because, like many of us, I was more and more exhausted and more and more sleepless and more and more neurotic and more and more restless.

Without-a-shred of doubt, Work From Home has had an egregious impact on my mental, physical, emotional and spiritual wellbeing. For, in the last one week alone; the only things I actually remember are — all the shit pile of work, and responsibilities and decisions I’ve had to pull and on deliverables I’ve had to meet and meeting and justification fucker-ies, and problem solving, and the beautiful rain and chess.

That’s about it!

Clearly, I needed to recharge. Re-wind. Retrospect. Rejoice and rejuvenate.

And, sure, re-live. Re-purpose. Rest.

p.s. the why I don’t give a flying fuck about my past; the same why I have no regrets for my past, is because I’ve come to realize that life’s theatre and all the drama that goes inside this weird framework, only cares and knows about moving forward, moving strong, and moving on and on and on.

p.p.s. oh! yeah, and, I almost forgot to tell you that — for an experimentation purpose, all the things I had en-acted today on June the 25th 2020, was tethered around — living as though today matter of fact, was.my.last.

Goodnight.

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