Because you only live once.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Wondering
You have your own issues - who doesn't? Yet the effect you have on me is dampened only by my realisation that all of this is temporary. This conversation will end and we'll have to get back to our own realities. It's funny how you both ground me and take me on flights with the highest of altitudes and reckless abandon - how can we forget about reckless abandon. I come to you with aches and scars where they tell me my heart is supposed to be. In sharing our pain and the most twisted of humour, you fill the nooks and ridges with this new kind of joy and love; something foreign yet comfortably familiar. It stings a little, burns even. Like red hot molten iron being poured into a mould. I guess anything would hurt when you're still so tender and raw. I seek refuge in your company and comfort in your gestures. How you always seem to know exactly what to say and even when you inadvertently flirt, you do so in the most adorable of ways. It is what it is, you will always be the one who got to know.
Everyone else isn't worth writing about I guess.
Monday, October 28, 2013
You are what you love not who loves you
It’s funny. People generally don’t put themselves in your shoes until and unless fate brings them to the exact same position. That’s not empathy. It’s a selfish acknowledgment of how you’re feeling right now. You shift your perspective. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. After all, this is a prisoner’s paradise. You’re so much better off then them - pretend that makes you feel any better.
Suddenly, randomly, you’ll get a jolt of inspiration or motivation. You marvel in it for the few seconds that it lasts. Then you open your eyes and you’re back where you started.
But it’s not all bad. Nope, it never is. Those two hours we spent chatting up a storm left me full of so many wonderful feelings. A rare occurrence and I ate it up. I’ve said it before, I’ll take what I’ve got and run with it. I did not even realise how much time had passed. I simply lost myself in those words we threw out onto the table. Those tales and all those memories; all those points we were trying to make. The riveting discussion that quickly morphed into a friendly banter. Days later I was still thinking about it. And when I finally contacted you, your reply was so far from that previous day. There were no hard feelings and we parted ways. Strangers came and as strangers we left each other.
In the short duration you were with me, I never realised how important you were to me. I mean how could I have possibly known. We never stop to evaluate how we feel when we’re feeling something. Not until it’s fleeing and we try to cling on to it with our lives. Still, I have to commend you on your timing. Just when an iota of doubt creeped into my mind about you or how you may or may not feel, you come out of nowhere and drop a line or two. Given my fears and doubts stem from my own history with humanity and my own insecurities, I just… really like your timing. :)
This day and age is perfect for getting lost. Both in the good and bad sense, but it’s never been more accessible – the path to getting lost. Some might say this land of the lost has become the modern day Rome – where all roads seem to lead to. That is partly why I fear that I might turn into a monster. When I come out on the other side of this, I become so removed and distant, I start foaming in my mouth when someone tries to talk to me. I fear loosing everything that I hold dear to me. Then a voice inside me laughs mockingly. As if I have anything else to loose. I do. At this point I’m still me. Albeit a ghost, hovering and observing silently from above. I don’t want to loose who I am. And so I will hold on to it until the sun rises and the clouds clear. Help me.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
619
I don't even care how gross and pixelated it looks. I wanted to make it as big as possible and this is the worst quality that I can tolerate.
So anyway, I logged in and the first thing that caught my eye was this number. It immediately triggered a slew of childhood memories.
When I saw that 619, Ray Mysterio was the first thing that popped into my head. I used to be a hardcore wrestling fan as a kid. Yes, I know it's fake. Yes I knew all along. Yes I still watched because I liked the way they told their stories and their 'performance' both in and out of the ring. I'm done justifying myself.
I had a happy childhood. I think that's why to this day, my inner child is a part of me that I will never be able to let go of. This number, represents mysterio's postal code (He's from San Diego) and his finishing move which is just absolutely show stopping. When I saw that number on my dashboard, it brought me back to the old days when I used to watch wrestling and my biggest problem was my art and craft project. Ahh sweet memories.
So here's a tribute to lil' Ray - and to all our childhoods. :)
Here's what he can do:
Ahh watching this makes me want to start watching wrestling again! Too bad it's not as good as it used to be. Oh well.
Stay hungry, stay curious and push on!
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
I just had to put this out here.
It's 2 10 am. I can't sleep. I am overwhelmed by this feeling that I cannot describe. Joy, gratitude, love, there is not a word that is a perfect fit for this emotion. I have begun to appreciate the little things in life. Taking myself out of the helter-skelter that is the day to day. The one thing that I am most thankful for, beyond anything, is to be blessed with a wonderful group of people that support and love me for everything that I am and encourage me to achieve everything that I'm not. I am so grateful to have people in my life, whom I can confide in wholeheartedly, without the slightest hesitation or fear of being judged. There is so much we can be unhappy with and complain about. There are so many tragedies around the world. But there are also so many wonderful things that life has to offer. If you've read up to this poing, I'd like to assure you that I'm not drunk or high. I just got off the phone with P and I feel on top of the world right now. Our conversation and email /whatsapp correspondence has me so full of love and positive energy. Lately, I've been so caught up in my own bubble that I've felt like I don't even exist anymore. I don't really know exactly what it was, I can't declare the rest on such a public platform. But I feel like that spark I couldn't feel for the longest time has been replaced by a raging fire that burns deep within and consumes me (it could be gass, for all we know - I kid ). So P, thank you sooo much for making me feel the way I do now. I wish I could hug you in person but I'll take what I've got and run with it. Thanks again, I love you. <3 Going to bed completely at ease for the first time in forever. I can't wait to wake up and read your email. I hope this day and call, has had even the slightest of a positive impact on you too. Stay strong like I know you are and brace the rain with as big a smile as you would brace the sun. Because as cheesy as it sounds, you only live once. :)
Everything I learnt this past summer.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
" 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." - Alfred Lord Tennyson
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.” - C.S. Lewis[Source]