Self-Destruction
I read somewhere, they said when self-destruction becomes a way of life, shit’s going down.
I guess they’re right.
Fuck.
uhdeeti asked: I am itching to ask you a question on this overburdened Tumblr thing majic of yours.
I don’t see what’s stopping you. :)
Old Messages
I found a message in the archives. It was from her; a month after she went away. I may have sent her an impression of my melancholy, carved in words.
She replied, “Poet!! You’re still and always will be my ultimate favorite man.”
I don’t know if she meant it, but reading it now makes me smirk. Oh, to be blinded by stupidity and faith of a strange kind - so much so that we often forget our own lives, and limitations.
Children, get out of it, as soon as you can.
Customary.
That time of the year, when I wish for an iPod for the fifth consecutive year. Such a petty little issue. But, it’s a wish I’m hoping will be fulfilled sometime soon. Gah.
Been a strange, strange year; the last one.
Graduated from college, even though it was late. Then, got a job at a place I really wanted, and really love. Rediscovered being single, as being one of the most amazing things to have happened (though, I still don’t know why I’m so hung up on it). Decided I wanted to study more, and perhaps explore some more. Fell in love with Bombay, and met some great people, for work and otherwise, along the way. Learned how to keep in touch, via more than just Facebook - while also reducing usage of the social network. Discovered more than just one mentors, who make themselves heard and are vocal, when they don’t necessarily have to be. Strengthened my relationship with Mom and Dad, despite living away for almost half my years. Fell in love with college all over again, the moment I stepped out of there. Had some personal highs, and rarely any lows. Unlearnt a lot about myself, and the things I want to do. It’s a strange one, this feeling right now.
Also, slept before 12, which is a first I think.
Being a little older isn’t too bad, it’s just one step closer to being more realistic to life. There has to be something hidden in here. Hope the next one unravels equally well.
Happy Birthday, to me.
Bombay never ceases to amaze me. This is in Worli. I’ve crossed it several times, but it only caught my attention today. So serene (but stench-ridden).
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
My younger brother, Sanket, sent me this recording last night.
It’s terrible quality, and possibly recorded off his phone, since that’s what he does.
Nonetheless, it’s an acoustic cover of ‘Walk’ from the Foos latest album, Wasting Light.
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It has some glitches here and there, but I’m proud of him.
Weekends.
I wish this taxi never reaches the destination. I wish this weekend never had to end. I wish there was a limit to the debauchery.
Glory.
Question
Where do filmmakers, who make genuinely dark and fight-filled films, get so much negativity and anger from?
Ref: Gangs of Wasseypur trailer.
P.S - I’m awaiting it nothing else.
Pessimism
I love her writing. This one, is genius. A friend thinks fairly juvenile. Who said juveniles can’t write? This is proof, innit?
Because pain is but, subjective.
Like the rest of the world.
Like the sights I see
Through the cracked rim of my glasses.
Because candles are only wax,
Like sculptures of people
Who I will never meet
Except on the dusty screen of my television.
Because books become old,
Like trees that have been felled
Like the ones in my school
Under which I read poetry.
Because writing comes easy
But meaning comes difficult
Just as it does
Between you and me.
Reblogged from Noted.
If you know someone who’s depressed, please resolve never to ask them why.
Depression isn’t a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather.
Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness, and loneliness they’re going through. Be there for them when they come through the other side.
It’s hard to be a friend to someone who’s depressed, but it is one of the kindest, noblest, and best things you will ever do.
Reblogged from on the inside
The Tangential: 13 Little Rules I Have for Myself
I have fairly similar ones. Not all 13 go well, though.
Don’t start eating the popcorn until the movie starts.
Keys go in the left front pocket, phone and sunglasses in the right front, wallet in the right rear.
Check social media on iPad/phone in this order: Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter.
Use post-shower toiletries in this order:…
Reblogged from The Tangential
inkv:
Veteran actress Zohra Segal reacts while cutting cake on her 100th birthday in New Delhi on Friday.
Reblogged from i am nikhil
