The Hard Truths

If you have a good memory for inane details from books & movies instead of essentials, you are like me. If you remember the line from George RR Martin…

Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.

A little bit of brew helps a long way in revealing the truths, even to yourself. All we have to do is to stay immobile, reflect on our thoughts and breathe.

The trite with entrepreneurship

I dallied with the idea of a startup where I would be the king. It’s not roses and wine here, rather sleepless nights and worrying times. To make things worse I dragged my friends into this, to help me worry more on the way of things. I thought it would be easier to have a friend on my side, but we’re not in Stand By Me – age anymore.

Adulthood is sucky I wanna be a child again

I want to go back to the times where I’d rather have a tight sleep with a gripping novel in a cold night. No women or drink in my mind to tease with sleeplessness.

Where are the cartoons and wrestling videos that felt like heaven? Why can’t time twist backwards?

Sorry to be me

In a long while, I repent my sins as an introvert. A loner who seeks out peace and quite rather than a crowd to please. It’s all a beauty contest, not to steal from my favourite move – Little Miss Sunshine. But, it’s all there is in a superficial manner, but most are stupid and superficial jailed in their own little realities unaware of the cosmos.

The BellCurve

Incidentally, trying to name the startup – I came up with the name BellCurve, which lead me to a book that discusses why intelligent men move away from the un-gifted. Also, the book had a touchy idea about differences in racial intelligence, which crossed my mind long ago. Why can’t intelligence be backtracked to the DNA of your ancestors? Science doesn’t care about petty feelings.

Blog walking again

In a way, just like autofiction and diaries, blog walking also helps one relax. No, this not journalism or any art form that literary bookworms would agree upon. This is just a space to went – good enough to any writer.

A house divided – more movie references

Just like the characters in Prestige, I’m having a difference of opinion by the days. A part of me is suggesting to stick to what I know. Another part of me just wants to dive wide and reach the arts in the modernity.

Memories play trick

You get old enough you have enough troubles to take care of. Memory is one such where you can’t afford to lose. Who you are is what you remember. And, the list of dejavus, the characters in life that remind you of you from years older won’t be any help in your growing up…

Beer’s running out…let me catch you after a wee. . .


In the middle of a rock & hard

Kicking a habit is easy, all you need is motivation. But, with the detox comes a cocktail of emotions. With this post, I’m going to share with you readers, where I am at.

The love that every often seems a grasp away, is yet a grasp away. And, with some weird luck, I’m passing off as a non-anxiety ridden person. No thanks to drugs and all hail ‘el musica’. For its been quite some time, that I’ve quit the ‘anxiety pills’. If I’m right, it did more harm than good.

But, one look at the mirror, I’m happy. Tired truly from the work, ready to hit the hay. A lesson learned, from the loss of a gig. A high profile gig, turned sour. Thanks to many, especially that one girl who is all cute and smiley – but when it comes to work she is a tortoise, in a rat race.

How did I mess up?

To be frank, I fucked up the opportunity. Wasn’t prepared to handle the workload. And, all thanks to her no one to guide or coach me through. Damn you gal!!!

It’s just making me Hulky!

I made wrong choices, one of which was self-delusion and medication. Upping the dosage reversed the reaction. Anxiety returned like a monster, in the pretence of a self-confident  – walking tall bloke.

If it were no more regrets

They say, regrets don’t matter. But, let me break it open when I’m sober. Rushing up, without proper gear and army – doomed to die be it Cap America or Bruce the Lee. And, who was I?

One strong one weak?

Speaking in the local language, and occupied in the rat race – I have become distant with English. No time to read, the half finished Paulo Coelho still staring me silly! I take a look at my words, are they mine? Is this my style? Has it been corrupted from other formats. In the name of SEO, traction and other BS?

Nothing more to complain, there I’ve written more than 300 words, that’s ought to satisfy the bots. Damn scrawlers spoiling my ramblings. Nazis ruining my thought flow with rules.

LiFE skillz

So, you think you’re done.

Ready to give up on life.

No more you say.

No more pain.

No more gloom.

It’s been rather rough.

Fuck that shit.

Fuck Pride.

Do more.

Get hit and bounce back.

Fuck people.

Fuck recognition.

Fuck society.

You are awesome as you are.

And you can be a lot more.

Believe that shit.

Rewire your brain.

Reconnect your mind with your heart.

Do what you love.

Life’s to be lived.

Not measured by accolades.

Fuck money.

Don’t chase money like it’s happiness.

Get high on positivity.

Do shit that makes people cry.

Do shit that makes people laugh and brim with jealousy.

Do a lot more that makes you wanna live.

 Shakespeare asked long’,
To be or not to be?


Be you.

& Be more.

Life is journey & not a destination.
There’s no pacing.
It ain’t no racing

Just move.

Stay and you die.

Keep moving.

Keep moving.

And, Keep moving forward.

A step is all you need.

Start with what you have.

Do what you can.

But remember – change is all you need.

Change is all there is.

Change your mind.

So that you can change the world.

Crazy enough are the one’s able enough.

Be the change.

And see the change.

Live it your way.

Make your own path.

Keep on treading.

Make room for more in your heart.

Be the change.