In 2011 July, I fell hopelessly in love. I wanted scream. And so I did, on the back of my notebook.
You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.
Bruce Lee
“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
From an old notebook,
Even though I failed to get drunk the first time (though my pack of friends then might disagree), I did succeed in that almost exactly a month after that. In December. That story is for another day.
In retrospect: Smoking looks cool, but gives you bad breath and black lungs. Booze smells bad, tastes worse and makes you appear even stupider than you are if you do it right. Short story even shorter: not worth doing.
You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
“The idea that some lives matter less is the root of all that’s wrong with the world.”
– Dr. Paul Farmer, Co-founder of Partners In Health
My mom went to see an astrologer (fortune teller) today and was telling us about it afterwards. The guy foretold about our future – jobs, family life, impending bad times, following good times and stuff. He also had prescribed remedial measures to be taken to avert the bad luck that's going to befall me between October 2014 and March 2017. Remedial measures mostly included visiting temples, praying to particular deities etc. Then I thought of Voldemort. He would still have been ruling the world if he hadn't bothered about the prophecy and tried to act upon it. What other people think or say will never have any impact on you, unless you do anything about it.
I hate people. In a very shocking incident yesterday, a 20 year old guy fell into a white tiger’s enclosure while trying to take photo in a zoo in New Delhi. He was mauled to death and partly eaten after about 15 minutes later. The news was immediately all over the web, with an image where the guy, Maqsood, leaning over the pit’s wall, with pleading hands towards the tiger, crying. In the image, the tiger is standing close, very close, and looking at the boy. Later I read in news that the tiger didn’t attack for about 15 minutes. The experience was new to it and it just stood there and watched the crying boy. The zoo’s inability to take any action in that much time itself is an appalling fact all of its own. But what really knocked things down in me and made me write this now is the photos and videos that popped up. How could people just stand at the rim of the pit, taking photos and videos in their precious little phones, while a young man, a boy, was pleading to a tiger for his life. The onlookers might have been helpless, but how could they stand there and watch. Like it was some fucking show. And take photos and videos. Why did they take photos? To show their friends who missed it? Upload in Facebook so it might go viral and get likes? How could they :'( I hate them all. I hope every one of them fall into some tiger’s pit some day and get mauled to death like this guy – pleading, crying, shitting themselves; and the best part – be photographed in that weakest moment for the whole world to see. Die.
It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds.
Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.
Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
I read my last letter to you again today. I could almost – almost – feel the love I had once for you. Then I saw the pain and anguish. I saw pieces of myself lying in puddles of blood, screaming your name.
Fuck. I’m stoned.
