Expanding The Horizons

Ghosts

June 26th, 2022

All credits to the original artist.

Guys! how amazing are ghosts? Not that I encountered one the last night and he offered me a beer but how great time pass they are. How amazing is sitting with your cousins and friends and talking about one and how one oldie who has always encountered one and is grateful that the ghost was vengeful but kind?

How such great times fly by and one keeps wondering if one would ever get a chance to sit and talk about it again.

I don’t want to sadden you guys on a Sunday morning but it has been a long time since I have eaten Jalebi on a Sunday morning and not cared about tomorrow being a Monday.

Wondering How Jalebi and Ghosts are connected? Well, these are just two things I haven’t done in a long time. Jalebi has also become a ghost of the past. Also, done ghosts as in talked about them.

Do ghosts also miss talking to us about them? Or they have just settled down in the still world of ours with permanent residency.

Well, I have a great horror story to tell but it’s not more haunting than the lull of today’s world.

Have we also become the ghosts of our stories and continued living in the glittery escape of social media?

Ghost, Jalebi and Social Media… Hmm, I think I’m losing the track. Maybe, I’m getting old. I remember the time when I fought the ghost of…

Later.
Fatigue

April 19th, 2022

Being tired all the time is something that I have decided to put in the “The biggest challenge of my life” category. Google has time and again asked me to consult a therapist as this fatigue could be a sign of lingering depression and on the very same website if pop-up ads have to be believed then hot women in my area are looking for me. Guess who is too tired to look for them?

Instagram Ads tell me that installing a hydration app will help me overcome this fatigue and don’t get me started on Youtube ads.

Maybe it is an early sign of being in your 30s or… or… it could also be cancer according to Google.

The point is, I’m tired all the time but, surprisingly not while writing this useless piece of information on WordPad. I don’t know who you are and at this point why are you interested in reading this piece? Maybe, you are also looking for a solution to your fatigue. And if you are really-really curious, then I can offer you another solution: Procrastination, the best nation on this planet.

More on my struggle to find the perfect glucose drink later.
Shiv & Shakti

March 4th, 2022

Dudes and Dudettes, lately (read since a very long time) I have been googling and reading a lot about our history which is not generally taught in schools and is not considered mainstream and often labeled as Mythology or fantasy. In this journey of stumbling upon stories and learning, one of my favorites is that of Shiv & Shakti.

I probably cannot write something which has not already been written or teach something which is not being taught by our great spiritual Gurus about Shiv and Shakti but still, I want to share this moment of joy which I had while reading/watching/listening about the pillar of our existence, Shiv & Shakti.

Shakti, daughter of Daksha Prajapati, was not aware of Shiv because of reasons which is not the point of this blog. And Shiv was, well, had renounced everything to live as an ascetic and was undeniably a non-conformist. From these two ends of a spectrum originated a great love story of Shiv & Shakti.

Shakti, the most beautiful, caring, loving, and the one who held all energies within her found a companion in Shiv, the ultimate Yogi, unmoved with pain, suffering, and desires of the external world. Together they formed a complete union. This love story is not just about them finding each other but manifesting each other.

In our small insignificant lives as a human, we often miss the opportunity of experiencing the joy of Shiv & Shakti in ourselves. We mistake the energies for genders and carry on to exist as an incomplete embodiment of hits and trials. What are we trying and what are we hitting God knows?

Here, I would abstain from writing any moral of the story or direction but isn’t the point of loving yourself or finding yourself is to make the Shiv & Shakti within you meet?

I have more to share, less time to write. I bow down to Shiva to let these two things settle themselves.

More on this later.
Is that a Unicorn

January 23rd, 2022

Is that A Unicorn?

Winter is at its peak. My obese body is ready to accept extra hot and tangy tomato soup in it. My brain is overburdened with my overthinking capacity and has decided to keep my heart racing all the time. Or is that my obese body?

Right now, I’m sitting in an uncomfortable chair and wondering I’m writing this when I could be simply playing Red Dead Redemption 2 and make Arthur complete the dreamcatcher challenge. Because, buddy, I wanted to write. Duh!

I like writing. I like telling stories. In the past few years, few stories have struck chords with my incapable to write head but I have convinced myself that I’m going through what capable writers never go through A writer’s block. My brain has made me google its treatment and also for anxiety, sleep apnea, hunger pangs, and cancer.

It has been a long time since I have written what I like to that’s why I opened this word file to type what I want to write or, is that my brain playing with my body… or wait, is that just cheese flowing through my veins waiting to create the blockage at an inappropriate time. Do I have cheese blockage in my brain causing writer’s block?

The idea is to channel thoughts on a linear path just like the time when, “There was an idea, to bring together a group of remarkable people, to see if we could become something more.” And then that idea spread across the multiverse.

Wait. Is that a unicorn outside my window?

later Alligator
Side Upper

October 5th, 2021

Macha, Side Upper Berth in trains are best. Don’t ask me why because I’m going to vomit it here anyhow other wise what would be the point of writing this.
So, since beginning, I have this firm belief that Indian Railways are Anti-tall people and I’m also very sure the people brushing their body against my far reaching legs are the reason why I accidentally bite my tounge during train journeys.
Side-upper berth does not only provide me with the comfort of desi blue plastic hammock but keeps my leg away from the breeze of people trying to not kiss my feet. Dude, feet fetishes are weird. Well, that’s all for now. I’m going to watch Globalised version of crime petrol on Netflix now.
Stay Awesome.
See You Guys Soon.
JD

P.s. How cool was House of Dragon Trailer. I’m still pissed how they ended Game Of Thrones.

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21.07.2021

July 21st, 2021

Life is a roller coaster ride. It takes you to the top slowly and then slams you to the ground and then fucking picks you up just when you’re about to hit the ground and take you into another direction and then picks you up again. I understand this but I would have appreciated it more if my brain could have also understood this little fact.

Lately, my mental health has been on a toss. My eyes have started twitching all the time. My knees have started feeling weak… I dreamt about a threesome… And then there’s this fucking voice in my head which fucking keeps ordering random food. Also, Google searches are filled with health issues I don’t understand.

But amidst all this, I know that I have to be kind to myself. If you’re reading this and wondering what’s the point of all this then my friend there ain’t any point to anything. Just be kind to yourself and be polite to others. It costs nothing.

Later,

Jd
Life

July 12th, 2021

The last few months have been hard, although I have managed to find few jokes in its titbits and have also successfully managed to crack a few here and there. The sudden hollowness from the departure of a loved one has left a huge dent in my psychology especially when the departed person has left the evidence of his life everywhere.

And at this sad juncture, it’s time to write a consoling quote, “Life is about moving on from one heartbreak to another”. It’s sad how the restless people pray for the peace of the departed ones. I’m 33% sure that it’s more for them. Finding peace in the cruel reality of nature is the ultimate goal of the limiting human form.

Two days ago I bought Red Dead Redemption two in Steam Summer Sale. And it is as a cocoon of a distraction as it could be. Weird as it may sound but, in the last couple of days, it has provided a huge help. The wild west has offered the much-sought break that I was already on. Is it healthy? I don’t know but is it something which provides a scenic view from a bank of a river stream or the top of a hill? A definite Yes. Arthur Morgan may write different things from me in his journal but the game has helped to create a world where evidence, read witnesses, are in my control.

Alright, it’s not healthy.

The only point of this blog is that this is what has been happening inside my brain.

More later.

Jd
Daddu

June 10th, 2021
My first memory of my grandfather is him asking me a maths question and me dodging him. It ain’t the earliest memory but I remember it quite clearly. How he used to ask LCMS, HCFS, and how I learnt nothing from the great man.

He has been a hustler all his life. I would be lying if I say that he always had a comfortable life. He went through the trial and tribulations of life with a wide smile and exuberance. He once shared with me how he dealt with life and people pulling him back. I don’t know if I’m ready to share his answer with the world right now.

He was an unapologetic foodie who always ate in moderation. A singer who made few songs his melody. He was a dedicated husband, appreciative of his wife. A father who provided to his children beyond their wildest imagination and a Grandfather who took care of his grandchildren with utmost love and support. A Mathematician who romanced logic and numbers and an individual who had faith, fears, optimism, honesty, compassion, self-awareness, tolerance and competence.

In the last decade, I took him to the doctors, Operation theatre, Temples, Weddings and what not. I measured his blood pressure, got him his medicines and had long conversations with him. Also, we had conversations before this but the last decade was specifically the period when we talked about many things and also agreed to disagree on a lot of stuff.

At this point, I’m also very thankful for my parents, who have without any expectations have taken care of him and my grandmother, more than anyone in this world would have.
It has been one month since he has taken this journey to the infinite and I’m still heartbroken and scared that many of our conversations never met their end. What I know right now is that he had a lot to teach us and I’m sure he’ll keep guiding and teaching us from the beyond.

We love you, Dada Ji.

More on him later.

JD.
“आपदा में अवसर”

May 8th, 2021

शायद प्रधानमंत्री ने जब ये कहा होगा की हमे आपदा के अवसर तलाशने होंगे तब उन्हे भी ये अंदाजा नहीं होगा की जो वो कह रहे है और जो लोग करने वाले है वो एक दूसरे के बिल्कुल विपिरर्थक हैं। जहां तक मुझे लगता है , प्रधानमंत्री ने ये कहा होगा की लोग आपदा में […]
“आपदा में अवसर”
Melody of A Moment

May 5th, 2021

Same Same But Different.

After hundreds of thousands of years of history, it is amazing, how we can experience our existence. How our small moment of experience can resonate through time. How one can feel what another is going through. This ability to empathise is what makes us human distinct. These small moments create the harmony we call life.

So, there’s this series called “Yeh Meri Family” and in the concluding scene, there’s this younger brother who realises that his elder brother has left a walkman that they were fighting about earlier and rushes to bid a farewell from Terrace one last time as his elder brother’s car leave for its destination. And there’s this amazing song in the background. Here’s a YouTube link for the same. Now, it’s an amazing song it says a lot about what a character is going through or if you look closely how life is changing its melody. It speaks of reminisce, it speaks of a promise, it speaks about fear.

Now. Cut to the recent web series Aspirants, I got to hear this song once again. Now the setup has changed. But, still the song speaks volumes. It still speaks of realization, results, pain, memories.

Amazingly used by the creators in both the situations. However, if we look closely we see a drastic change awaiting characters. Coincidence? Definitely not. Both the show comes from the same production house. Creators have used the song brilliantly in both the situations. All praise to the people involved in the song and both series. May be till now they would have become accustomed to such praise from strangers.

The song is soulful and amazing. Also, the writer has done a tremendous job. I wish I could meet and tell him that he has made me believe that his character exists.

Do give it a try.

See you guys soon.

P.S. I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye. Yann Martel Through Pi Patel.

P.P.S. Rest In Peace Irrfan Khan Sahab. You’ll always be missed.