More of it here I remember having a beef with god all the way back in grade 5. Grade 5 scholarships being the big deal they are in Sri Lanka, my 9 year old self was forced all kinds of knowledge and textbooks and lectures and whatnot. I mean, I was 9 after all. I had perfect sense of ...
That sounds more like it. It all started while reading an otherwise innocuous question on a forum about age and spirituality and the onset of bachelorhood. Don’t mind me, I’ve always been one of those people. Skeptical about relationships, distrusting of friendships, afraid of commitments and generally miserable at maintaining connections with people. Mind you, movies like The Matrix ...
Sometimes I get the impression we are like planets; Planets orbiting each other in never-ending eliptics. Sometimes close to each other, sometimes not. Always in motion, neither away nor in, Perpetual devotion, ’cause inertia is a sin. Think about it. It’s almost as if all our interactions with each other seemingly follow the model of solar-systems and galaxies and ...
Seriously Puddle of Mudd, maybe you have forgotten the definition of what a live show is. Or what you’re supposed to do at a live show. Here’s an example: I guess being sober before the show helps but look, the vocalist not only does the vocals but plays an instrument. Maybe that’s too much to expect from a one hit ...
It seems almost counterproductive to write about a book before you’re done reading it, but aw what the heck, this one deserves a special mention in the hall of fame for books that help you see the truth that’s right in front of your eyes. The kind of truth that you often overlook because it’s too obvious. Yeah, we ...
Growing up my best friend always ended being my self own reflection in the mirror. Being located and relocated and relocated and relocated even more times, somewhere along the way I lost the sense of having friends. Not because I didn’t have any, because I had too many. In an age where phone-lines were a luxury best left for ...
Who cares if the glass is half empty. Or half full. Or stark empty. Or overflowing. It’s a beautiful glass. And that’s what you call perspective. Reality isn’t necessarily limited to black or white. Or good or evil. Once you see the big picture, the typical-dualisms that have been drilled into your head growing up stop screaming, fold up their ...
Infantile That was the first thought to cross my mind as I took over the wheel on a Sri-Lankan road after 6 long years. Territorial So someone wants to merge into your lane, it will set you back a few seconds but no. Screw him, her, them, whoever’s in that piece-of-shit-wagon with the blinkers flashing and asking to switch. I ...
I recall reading a long time ago how love was never mutual, and was never meant to be (that). At that point all I did know was love was blind. As blind as a bat, fresh out of a cave in the bright noon-sun. It would help you negate attributes in a person that you would otherwise never compromise on. ...
I’m speeding down a highway in a bright blue Nissan R34 with the sunroof down, there’s a Cannon Rebel T3 on the passenger seat and the speed transforms the scenery in the side to a blur. The heat makes the asphalt glitter with perspiration, or that’s what it looks like to me. So many exits and yet I’m hell bent on not taking ...
I guess it’s fashionable to want to want nowadays. Be in love with the fact that someone loves you and not in love with the person who is in love with you. Be happy knowing that you have things to be happy about but not happy about those happiness inducers anyways. To devoutly follow a religion because it’s the new ‘in’ ...
