Yesterday...

Well, it's been a year since I first started posting here...

I think these posts allow me to see how time evolves... I've had some highs, some lows, and some random ramblings on this blog -- but each and every post helps capture a phase in the year...

It's like a time-capsule...

Except for, there is no such thing as 'time'...

However, the blog has had many 'unpublished' posts. Posts that got started but never ended -- and it varies from one-liners to 4 paragraphs.

So, I figured, I might as well start the year reminscing and acknowledging the unpublished...

Here they are...

(They feel a bit like bloopers at the end of a movie...)

On Absence

I’ve been absent to the world, because, I’ve been fairly self-observed in my own little world. This ego-centric mansion I’ve created, where I am God, and all imaginary beings around me shall bow to me.

Well, I guess, it’s not that bad – I do tend to exaggerate.

On Buddha-abuse (again!)

A friend invited me to the Buddha Bar the other day.

I have to be honest, the sound of it is fairly upsetting.

And then, I sit and wonder about Dalai Lama, Khyentse Norbu, and all those other Buddhist monks who haven't even bothered. Oddly enough, for them to start a battle would mean to immediately lose a greater war...

On "Collapsing"

I like the word collapse... More than the word, I like what it represents to me... Just, how we drag ourselves towards the end of it, and then, we collapse... crawl-walk-jog-run-slow down-drag-collapse...

Words like - shattered, broken, exhausted. The way Amelie Poulain splashes to the ground as she see's her boyfriend leave... Or, how Aamir Khan cries after Tanhayee in Dil Chahta Hai, as the flute fills the background...

On The News
"A billion people died on the news tonight. But not so many cried at the terrible sight. Mama said, 'it's just make believe, you can't believe everything you see. So, baby, close your eyes to the lullaby on the news tonight.'"
- Jack Johnson

If we manage to go high enough, we'd be able to notice a sticker patched on our planet, reading, "Sold"...

On Aging

"I'm 23...

Remember how old 23 seemed when you were little?

I thought people would be travelling in air locks and I'd have five kids.

Here I am... 23.

Things are... They're basically the same.

I think time's running out to do something bizarre, though. Somewhere around 25, bizarre becomes immature..."

-- Janet Livermore

I happened to watch Cameron Crowe's "Singles" again the other day... I had first watched it 3 years ago, when I was in Australia.

I was 20 back then - so, I could still create unrealistic dreams for "23" I guess.

On Living a Dream

I always believed that life was served to me, on a platter, rather than me having to chase it. I realize people mis-judge that statement, however, I won't bother re-phrasing it.

Life becomes what you make of it. I choose to make it a dream... And, like most dreams, you sometimes can't remember exactly how it ended...

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And to end with some zen --

"If you understand, things are just as they are. If you do not understand, things are just as they are."