15th March 2016.
No I am not dead! Yes I know it really does not matter but yes, I am alive. Maybe the hiatus went longer than I intended. So hello earthlings!
So it is already a week that I am back from Bengal, and yes it was good. It was a bit disappointing too but then, everything good is stagnant and boring we need a bit of a disappointment every now and then to get a contrast. The bittersweet symphony I guess. And it is in this light only that I can say that my return has been a sweet one as compared to my stay in Bengal. Apart from the beautiful women! Dear god! Bengali women are just heartbreaking! Why are they so damn beautiful?
Anyways, I returned with a filled journal which I don’t think is good enough (I know one person who will disagree with me), a guitar, which has caused a good callous on my fingertips, but worth it! And to my surprise, I walked right into the sphere of being missed. Never knew that I, as a person, can be missed by anyone. But after a squeaky laugh and a whole lot of jumping around, I now know that I must stand corrected. There are people who care and it is a nice feeling. Well, it has been a while anyways.
That brings me to March. I hate March. Always leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Well I used to like it, but then, I used to be something else. I don’t know, maybe everything changes. Long exasperated sighs and a quivering heart changed to a nonchalant shrug and grey ash of cigarettes, so yeah, screw it I guess! Although, I must admit, there are times when I just want to go on an exile and return after a decade and at times I am just laughing with Schubert.
Almost a month ago, I was introduced to someone new by a friend; I am not a social person anyway, so new people bother me initially, social awkwardness I assume. Anyways, I was asked about my writing habits, especially the phased habit of writing for other, why did I do it when it was not even working anymore, and the question was right, the person asked a very nominal yet an important question followed by an equally important message. Yes I was stupid and I figured it out the hard, well maybe in a stupider way. Well, the point is it was good that I did that, figured out the places I needed to know, seeing where everyone stands. Now I am doing which I obliviously ignored. Extending my gratitude to them and the world, I will just say fuck it! And I am doing it just fine! One thing I was told a month ago on this date by this person, I don’t have to care for people who don’t deserve it. Especially those who screwed it up. No More. And it feels better to be alive!
So Bengal was the place I wanted to be and here I am where I should to be right now. Coming back to life!
Aaaanywhooo! I kept this short, but I will be back. If I am not struck by a thunder or a curse…or both!
Till then!
No I am not dead! Yes I know it really does not matter but yes, I am alive. Maybe the hiatus went longer than I intended. So hello earthlings!
So it is already a week that I am back from Bengal, and yes it was good. It was a bit disappointing too but then, everything good is stagnant and boring we need a bit of a disappointment every now and then to get a contrast. The bittersweet symphony I guess. And it is in this light only that I can say that my return has been a sweet one as compared to my stay in Bengal. Apart from the beautiful women! Dear god! Bengali women are just heartbreaking! Why are they so damn beautiful?
Anyways, I returned with a filled journal which I don’t think is good enough (I know one person who will disagree with me), a guitar, which has caused a good callous on my fingertips, but worth it! And to my surprise, I walked right into the sphere of being missed. Never knew that I, as a person, can be missed by anyone. But after a squeaky laugh and a whole lot of jumping around, I now know that I must stand corrected. There are people who care and it is a nice feeling. Well, it has been a while anyways.
That brings me to March. I hate March. Always leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Well I used to like it, but then, I used to be something else. I don’t know, maybe everything changes. Long exasperated sighs and a quivering heart changed to a nonchalant shrug and grey ash of cigarettes, so yeah, screw it I guess! Although, I must admit, there are times when I just want to go on an exile and return after a decade and at times I am just laughing with Schubert.
Almost a month ago, I was introduced to someone new by a friend; I am not a social person anyway, so new people bother me initially, social awkwardness I assume. Anyways, I was asked about my writing habits, especially the phased habit of writing for other, why did I do it when it was not even working anymore, and the question was right, the person asked a very nominal yet an important question followed by an equally important message. Yes I was stupid and I figured it out the hard, well maybe in a stupider way. Well, the point is it was good that I did that, figured out the places I needed to know, seeing where everyone stands. Now I am doing which I obliviously ignored. Extending my gratitude to them and the world, I will just say fuck it! And I am doing it just fine! One thing I was told a month ago on this date by this person, I don’t have to care for people who don’t deserve it. Especially those who screwed it up. No More. And it feels better to be alive!
So Bengal was the place I wanted to be and here I am where I should to be right now. Coming back to life!
Aaaanywhooo! I kept this short, but I will be back. If I am not struck by a thunder or a curse…or both!
Till then!
