I haven't blogged for ages , I get influenced by opinions however last 30 days have been so eventful that I couldn't stop myself from this simple yet effective vomit of the emotional turmoil. 25 years of adulthood, an untraceable yet irritating disease and this emotional rigmarole ...
First, a detailed look back at 25 years of my adulthood , who I am today and how I evolved to be the one I am . 25 years in Delhi, Melbourne, Brisbane and Bangalore ...The Photostat shop earnings of 100 rs each, the scooter rides to surajkund, Chanchal jagratas , the train rides to chandigarh, the Brisbane Melbourne drives in Nissan Sunny, Mornings in ISKCON temples, the late night chai sessions ...the vodkas and old monks ...life was eventful yet so much remains in "I wish" side ...why ....
Second, the abuse of my body is showing , the sweet, the beers , the cigarettes, the pooris and Dal Makhnis ...popping everything which came my way, surgeries and lifestyle have led to this state .... the moment the blood is being drawn for bone marrow cancer tests ...the expressive eyes of the nurse , just say it all ....death is not what I am scared of , just don't want to die in a hospital, I want to die with my shoes on.
Third, a movie I saw yesterday, shuddh desi romance , one more yash raj classic, movies are emotional mirrors ...you tend to look for yourself in the characters . ...to all those who I loved , deceived, forgotten and not forgiven ....love is not an event , it is a journey ...I see no difference between divinity and love ...the movie so effortlessly depicts that hormones don't drive love ...they kill it instead ....
I found a rare video that I am posting today ...this is one video which truly describes who I am and who I have become ....posted separately.
Another one which completes who I am ...after a long time ....bhul bulekehe jadon saadi yaad ...saanu yaad kar layin ....
First, a detailed look back at 25 years of my adulthood , who I am today and how I evolved to be the one I am . 25 years in Delhi, Melbourne, Brisbane and Bangalore ...The Photostat shop earnings of 100 rs each, the scooter rides to surajkund, Chanchal jagratas , the train rides to chandigarh, the Brisbane Melbourne drives in Nissan Sunny, Mornings in ISKCON temples, the late night chai sessions ...the vodkas and old monks ...life was eventful yet so much remains in "I wish" side ...why ....
Second, the abuse of my body is showing , the sweet, the beers , the cigarettes, the pooris and Dal Makhnis ...popping everything which came my way, surgeries and lifestyle have led to this state .... the moment the blood is being drawn for bone marrow cancer tests ...the expressive eyes of the nurse , just say it all ....death is not what I am scared of , just don't want to die in a hospital, I want to die with my shoes on.
Third, a movie I saw yesterday, shuddh desi romance , one more yash raj classic, movies are emotional mirrors ...you tend to look for yourself in the characters . ...to all those who I loved , deceived, forgotten and not forgiven ....love is not an event , it is a journey ...I see no difference between divinity and love ...the movie so effortlessly depicts that hormones don't drive love ...they kill it instead ....
I found a rare video that I am posting today ...this is one video which truly describes who I am and who I have become ....posted separately.
Another one which completes who I am ...after a long time ....bhul bulekehe jadon saadi yaad ...saanu yaad kar layin ....
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