more for sure...
This one’s going to be more like a regurgitation. Comprehension I do not guarantee. Dissolving my own mind of lingering, mostly unnecessary trivialities, I do.
The last few weeks of a job you’ve already left, and have no inclination towards are tough. Quite tough. Pushing for the motivation to stick on and deliver what you were brought in to do in the first place takes some doing. Its also a bit disheartening. Almost a year down the line, and you’re aware of the benefits, the familiarity, the ease, the comfort and the almost obvious recognition you’re to receive. But no, there’s no rest for the wicked, and this quote could only be related to by the slightly insane, slightly maddened few that can’t embrace status quo because it’s the pace at which they run away from mediocrity that boggles the sheer existence of the ‘ordinary’. The ordinary that is the millions of living-pods all around us. Nope, not for me. Not now and hopefully not ever. Irrespective, there’s a new challenge in the horizon. Finish this off and exit stage left with the pride of your entry. I need new shoes. A pair that would go with a blue jeans and a white shirt in a soon to be arriving, hot delhi summer. The winter chill decided it needed its swan song though. I delivered yet another monologue. Clear, unwavering, honest. As the sound of raindrops on the roof of my car accompanied the growing thunderous light show around us, I explained how it was going to be. How decisions and more importantly, difficult decisions are all you need to focus on. Trust can only come from within. Go with your gut. I always have, and I haven’t always been right. It was only the knowledge of the fact that it was my decision (my own) and noone else’s that provided the strength for facing the consequences. Whichever way they may go. Go with your gut. Life is about choices, and contrary to popular opinion..we are not the choices we make, but the ability to deal with what those choices would bring. I liked rocky.
It was a bit of an anti-climax but they showed how ruinous life can seem when we hold onto the past. Hold on to it in a way that would never allow the present or the future an opportunity to appear luminous enough. Luminous enough to rival what the past held, what the past meant. It was a nice evening though. Pebble street brings back fond memories of times I was too broke to afford anything in that place. College days. Where loose change and spare notes were reserved for the always-expensive pack of classic milds. Wavering (although irritably) to the damn navy cuts from time to time, just because the aftermath of those delicious shwarmas in the new friends colony market was not complete without a long drag. I wore such loose jeans. They rippled in the air as I zipped my bike through the maze. Getting wet and shifting my helmet in a way that wouldn’t interfere with the pathetic excuse for protection my blue bandana would bring my wavy, curly hair. A guy above my house got bald at 24 cos he never wore a bandana whilst driving his bike. He looks like a flaming idiot now. Rudy’s birthday. A different crowd. Somehow, reminiscent of people I used to hang out with at a point of time. No longer. Priorities, desires, ambitions change. content with that change. Wouldn’t want it any other way. The advice column has been fun to write. I'll continue to churn out a couple a week for sure. I absolutely love the new center fresh campaign. Im sure its kailash kher singing in the background. That guy has one hell of a haunting voice. My fingers are flying much faster across the fret board after the last few weeks of playing. Switching between a decent blues scale back to a power/major/minor chord comes with more ease. Need to develop a few new sounds. The poems are aching to be converted to songs. One of the priorities for the coming year now that I’m in the capital for good. Mixed feelings. What shall the future bring? Embrace someone you love today. There is no other way.
oh and chandigarh was a blast. doctors should just prescribe punjabi weddings to people with depression.
yet im sure there's a bittersweet taste to even those ultimat portrayals of human bonding and happiness. thanks neha. aman hayer is the new god. would we have heard that song 50 times? a 100?
chalo. time to go. adios.
The last few weeks of a job you’ve already left, and have no inclination towards are tough. Quite tough. Pushing for the motivation to stick on and deliver what you were brought in to do in the first place takes some doing. Its also a bit disheartening. Almost a year down the line, and you’re aware of the benefits, the familiarity, the ease, the comfort and the almost obvious recognition you’re to receive. But no, there’s no rest for the wicked, and this quote could only be related to by the slightly insane, slightly maddened few that can’t embrace status quo because it’s the pace at which they run away from mediocrity that boggles the sheer existence of the ‘ordinary’. The ordinary that is the millions of living-pods all around us. Nope, not for me. Not now and hopefully not ever. Irrespective, there’s a new challenge in the horizon. Finish this off and exit stage left with the pride of your entry. I need new shoes. A pair that would go with a blue jeans and a white shirt in a soon to be arriving, hot delhi summer. The winter chill decided it needed its swan song though. I delivered yet another monologue. Clear, unwavering, honest. As the sound of raindrops on the roof of my car accompanied the growing thunderous light show around us, I explained how it was going to be. How decisions and more importantly, difficult decisions are all you need to focus on. Trust can only come from within. Go with your gut. I always have, and I haven’t always been right. It was only the knowledge of the fact that it was my decision (my own) and noone else’s that provided the strength for facing the consequences. Whichever way they may go. Go with your gut. Life is about choices, and contrary to popular opinion..we are not the choices we make, but the ability to deal with what those choices would bring. I liked rocky.
It was a bit of an anti-climax but they showed how ruinous life can seem when we hold onto the past. Hold on to it in a way that would never allow the present or the future an opportunity to appear luminous enough. Luminous enough to rival what the past held, what the past meant. It was a nice evening though. Pebble street brings back fond memories of times I was too broke to afford anything in that place. College days. Where loose change and spare notes were reserved for the always-expensive pack of classic milds. Wavering (although irritably) to the damn navy cuts from time to time, just because the aftermath of those delicious shwarmas in the new friends colony market was not complete without a long drag. I wore such loose jeans. They rippled in the air as I zipped my bike through the maze. Getting wet and shifting my helmet in a way that wouldn’t interfere with the pathetic excuse for protection my blue bandana would bring my wavy, curly hair. A guy above my house got bald at 24 cos he never wore a bandana whilst driving his bike. He looks like a flaming idiot now. Rudy’s birthday. A different crowd. Somehow, reminiscent of people I used to hang out with at a point of time. No longer. Priorities, desires, ambitions change. content with that change. Wouldn’t want it any other way. The advice column has been fun to write. I'll continue to churn out a couple a week for sure. I absolutely love the new center fresh campaign. Im sure its kailash kher singing in the background. That guy has one hell of a haunting voice. My fingers are flying much faster across the fret board after the last few weeks of playing. Switching between a decent blues scale back to a power/major/minor chord comes with more ease. Need to develop a few new sounds. The poems are aching to be converted to songs. One of the priorities for the coming year now that I’m in the capital for good. Mixed feelings. What shall the future bring? Embrace someone you love today. There is no other way.oh and chandigarh was a blast. doctors should just prescribe punjabi weddings to people with depression.
yet im sure there's a bittersweet taste to even those ultimat portrayals of human bonding and happiness. thanks neha. aman hayer is the new god. would we have heard that song 50 times? a 100? chalo. time to go. adios.
