Bliss.

Bliss.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Just Go To Hell Dil

Little one, stay away from the flames 
Said the older, wiser soul. 
The warmth that you seek shall only burn
He warned the curious child.
The blazing glow that she seeked, 
Left her singed and scorched in a pile of ash.
Perhaps there is a pleasure in this pain
She wondered, as the fire consumed her.  
It was only after the sting of burning embers
Scalded her untouched soul, 
Did she seek solace in a place within. 

Academics is progressing at snail's pace with lots more to do on the agenda.
Happened to watch Dear Zindagi yesterday. I didn't think I'd do it either. 
Interesting.
Tats.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Honestly.


The other day BP and I had been to the city for some purchases and the usual round of hogging. As we indulged ourselves with some golgappas near Laxmi Galaxy, we saw identical twin girls, about 5 years old, emerge out of the building. One of them was sobbing incessantly while the other remained fairly unruffled. The pitch grew higher and the wails grew longer as the child wept with no restraint.

Watching this little girl cry with so much gay abandon filled me with a sense of happiness albeit with a pinch of salt. Childhood was the time when one could cry their lungs out without a care in the world. A broken toy, a fight with the new kid on the street, Amma’s sharp words or Appa’s anger; all of these and more could elicit a shower of tears. But as we grow older, we are taught to remain placid and composed even in times of crisis. With age, we learn the art of concealing sorrow and converting it into bitterness that manifests as wry humour or a cynical attitude.

Here was a girl crying over a toy or a new dress. Nobody shushed her, nobody thought her to be ‘weak’. She would eventually stop crying, sniff a little, wipe her red nose and forget about it. Soon, she will smile with all the happiness in the world because she has nothing gnawing at her from within. What have we done to ourselves in the name of ‘growing up’? We bottle the hurt and bury the regret until it finally chokes us with its weight and we are left gasping for breath from everything we have been holding on to.

Break away from this bondage. The next time you are upset, take a moment for yourself. Don’t stifle yourself and drown in the pool of despair you create for yourself. Free yourself from the shackles you place around yourself; learn to let go of everything that you’ve been holding on to. It’s okay to shed tears. You don’t have to mask your emotions for the benefit of the world. You deserve to be honest to yourself.


Friday, November 4, 2016

Experimental Evidence.

So this post is going be vague but I’d still like to go on anyway.

Mysore for the weekend and we (BP and I) stayed at Abhi’s place after sudden plans. We had a great time around Mysore. Highlights include ADHM, walking along a birdy Lake, climbing Chamundi Hills and the spine-chilling Well of Death!

The Well Of Death is basically a death defying stunt where bikes and cars move perpendicular to the ground in a circular well aided by centripetal force.




I’m also super obsessed with the movie ADHM that’s managed to generate a lot of interest. I’ve watched the movie twice and I think I might go in for a third viewing. I’ve also been interested in understanding how people perceived this movie which explains why I’ve been reading a zillion reviews including one from the Pakistani News baron Dawn about how Fawad Khan was unfairly given lesser screen time compared to Ranbir to another that calls Karan Johar a fraud for romanticizing self-harm and abuse. Yes, I’ve been reading a lot of opinions and none of them seem wrong, there’s some truth in all of them, just as there is some truth in the movie, as far-fetched as it ends up.



I’m also super thrilled about this weekend even though it’s going to be yet another ‘flying visit’ but wedding bells in the family finally! :)

I've begun reading Manga and I realized how it seems like another universe altogether! Somehow, I never got around to reading Manga or watching Anime (even though Nirupama was a big fan and I had heard about it..) so I decided to undo that mistake and get a brief intro into this new realm and it look to be an interesting medium of storytelling. :) 

I’d also take this opportunity to make a mention to the sanest statement made by the fairly insane AyKay when I was glorifying my (un)saintly deeds. A simple “Do you need a medal?” made look at the lighter side. Speaking of (ir)rational experiments, I am proving to be of better scientific temperament *cough* than I anticipated. :’) 

Toodles,
Surgery Tomorrow, FYI *shrieks*