Expanding The Horizons

Evolution

December 29th, 2022

No one knows this, but I’m telling you: wandering around is the first characteristic that a creature develops. Take any foetus in the womb of any mammal as an example. This wandering is what has led to the evolution of life on this great, big blue planet.

Do you think that fish in the ocean just wanted to come out to go someplace new? Maybe yes. Moving to a new place is also a subset of “wandering around.” And with this being said, the most important question at this point arises: what caused that amazing vertebrate to move to land?

Nagging wife? Maybe. Totalitarian Government? Can’t say. But wanderlust? A big yes. It was a wanderlust that made life evolve. That feeling of sinking your newly-formed limbs into the sand of great white beaches is what has led to evolution.

That moment when you breathe in the fresh air and exhale out all the bullshit to find yourself in an exciting new place is what has fueled the evolution.

Darwin may have agreed with me if he would have been around, but I’m sure Deepak from Vishwasnagar and Neha from Ghaziabad with “wanderlust” in their bios on Instagram agree with me.

More on this Later.
Pictures

December 28th, 2022

What a wonderful world we live in and also a great time in history when a human with a zest for life can take ten thousand pictures to put as an update on a social media platform of his/her choice. Everything has to be glittery and about that one specific moment, they carefully craft it to be on their timeline.

For those who failed in Sarcasm 101, it is just my not-so-polite way to tell the world why in the lord’s name you have to plan a picture. And why does your “planned” picture have to be above and beyond every living soul?

Now, There’s a whole industry born out of this itch to curate that one picture-perfect moment. Where has that time gone when everyone used to just stand together and look at the camera and just smile?

Oh! How I wish life could be just about being ordinary and not about finding a spark of joy in everything… at least, not about making everything Glittery. I hate Glliters. I’m a hater.

I’m a hater because it has stepped up on my nerve. No conversation, no finger food, no waddup homie how are your piles, nothing else, it is just about the pictures.

I may rant forever but now I have to go and yell at kids playing in my neighborhood. I’m a grumpy old man.

Meh!
Frustration

November 29th, 2022

We, Advocates, accomplish a lot of work. We draft, we plead, we argue, and we party. And one of the most crucial parts of our job is to communicate effectively and Man! IT IS A CURSE.

Everything being sold/written/marketed in today’s society in the name of work-life balance dies the most not-so-peaceful death in our profession. Some of us may enjoy it too but answering not-so-grateful clients all the time is painful and which is one of the primary reasons why senior counsels push their beloved bonded labor to deliver the tender news to clients, to communicate with their food provider and how these providers are riders.

I may sound frustrated and that’s because I’m. I’m tired of these ungrateful people calling me at odd hours to tell me, Vakeel Sahab judicial system is slow. And if you ever want to know how to sugarcoat something then read the last sentence again because they never say that the judicial system is slow, they say…Nevermind.

They, read clients, speak a lot, listen less and google a lot and expect their, Vakeel Sahab to be a psychiatrist, an action hero, a debtor, and Quora at their convenience.

I’m trying to figure out how this expectation to deliver in most of the scenarios is pushing me on the verge of burnout and how I’m unable to comprehend how my peers are sailing through it. Maybe by not answering the phone calls?

The point is please don’t call me at odd hours or someday I’ll have a bonded labor answering your calls.

In other News, pigeon poop may kill you.

Later.
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