October 31, 2015

This place was active from ’10 to ’13 as I, an angry young student back then, ranted about life and talked music/art. A few years later, things have changed — I’m less angry, less judgmental, and no longer a student. Instead, growing expectations, pressures and ‘adult-life’ have come to take their place, and so wages a new conflict between old dreams and growing up.

Here is where I sketch out my thoughts & memories about this phase of life and mix it up with fiction. All intertwined into each other and indiscernible, and you get to watch. Anything & Everything.

There is no ‘The One’: Part III

November 19, 2015


I will be eaten up. One thing remains, however — Other ‘me’s will have lived out my other dreams and goals. In other universes, where I am a king, or a god, or a hero. Or a savage villain, a killer, a murderer. Or a beggar, or a poet or artist. Everything I want to be and see exists, only in another plane of the universe. A parallel world, unseen and untouchable.

The me, right now? It’s just one such world, with it’s problems and it’s limited paths.

As for the woman of my dreams? She, too, exists in every world as a different form.

She even exists in multiples, right here in this word. An innumerable quantity I could spend a good life with.

But at the end, you just have to pick one. It is not ‘the one’, it is one of many that you will never see or meet.

There is no ‘The One’.

November 18, 2015

5-hour sleeps and somehow the weightlifting’s still going on.

Well, at least something’s working out.

There is no ‘The One’: Part II

November 12, 2015


I’m no longer religious. I’m less judgemental and less docile. And I no longer wish to lead a humble life. Simples, yes — I just hate chaos and needless fire-killing.

The me that exists now wants to consume the world. I want to see everything, do everything, learn everything, and live to tell about it.

It’s a ridiculous proposition, but it’s there, eating me away with the passage of time. No matter what I do, how hard I move my limbs, I cannot outrun life itself. It will consume me, leave me devoid of one thing or another. It’s apt, in a way — the greedy man is the one to get eaten up.

I no longer want a simple woman, or a simple family. I want to see ambition, art, drive. Intelligence and style. I want to see a hunger, a search similar to mine. For growth and experience. For living.

I will be eaten up.

There is no ‘The One’: Part I

November 9, 2015

Soundtrack: Emptyself – Nothing follows, nothing stays https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=p5rBHpm0z_Q

Once upon a time I was a very simple man. Patient, religious and docile (And silently judgemental, but not enough to create chaos). I wanted nothing more than to find another simple woman to escape the frustration & complexity of the world with. Get married, run away to the mountains and live a simple, barebones life of artistry, supplication, shopkeeping, fresh air and mountains while my wife painted along with me and raised kids.

That was the past. The me that is now is very, very different.


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