Picking up the pen again!
It has been AGES! I frequently use this phrase for a few of my friends, when I haven't seen them for over Hundred hours. Counting hours is my thing, you know. Keeping track of time even when it is slowly slipping away is one guilty pleasure I frequently indulge in.
Taking a break from my drama queen ways and making it as precise as possible, let's get to the point. IT HAS BEEN ONE YEAR since I last wrote a post for my blog. For someone to whom writing random crap comes effortlessly, this gigantic gap was unforeseen. The process to re-start was baffling, occasionally filling me up with anguish and resentment.
I was at a loss of words, quite literally because I didn't know what to write on, who to write about. When you lose the ability to feel something deeply, expressing it out is an onerous errand.
Fearless stupidity was no longer my distinction as the fear of being judged had taken over.
With this, I conclude my brief yet insightful analysis on the failure to sustain my black but beautiful blog.
It took a while to convince myself of the fact that, no matter what the pen should never stop ( Read Keyboard :P). It will take another while to get used to the flow, to match up with how I used to be and what I used to deliver. But picture abhi baaki hai ( How can I possibly do without a purposely inserted, cheesy Hindi Film dialogue).
"What feels like an end, is often a beginning" as they say. Now, I don't know how many more beginnings do I need to make at 22. But the rust is on the rack and not on the pen and the self imposed blogging sabbatical shall cease to operate henceforth.
It has been a long year, a difficult one with a plethora of set-backs followed by self-assurances and the will to remain unperturbed, come what may. To believing less in people and more in myself and as always trying harder to make the process of letting go simpler.
The world is as much a dangerous place to live, not because people are evil, but because they don't do anything about it. So as much as people continue to empty me, I get away to refill and get back with more vigor to be served with another blow. Heartbreaks from friends are a quotidian chore, more like a way of life. You deal with it and move on. The quintessential method of devising temporary solution to permanent problems isn't always flawless but has proved to be an optimal survival technique.
Fierce attempts to avoid overthinking have been accompanied by a systematic scheme of breaking down. As for the social media fixation, Facebook statuses have perished and Instagram uploads have become recurrent.
Moving over people, let me come to myself ( As I always do :P ).Perpetually motionless and now inert in the last leg of Law School, clarity on a career choice seems ever increasingly unattainable.
However if not anything else, to get serious, WAY MORE SERIOUS about the writing bug and re-instate the belief this isn't just another hobby, it's more like a way of life. There is never a dearth of time or content, It is always the dearth of desire that drive away the motivation to do what the heart wants to do, what it loves to do and what it is meant to do.
We give up on simple things and regret it later. Life doesn't come with a handbook, so it is absolutely ridiculous to be a part of the rat-race and do what others are doing just to end up forgetting the actual route you wanted to take up in the first place.
The best thing to do is to take control of our life and do what we truly love because life is too short to live with regrets. To make our passion our driving force and do incredible things, especially the ones we never anticipated coming.
It shall be perverse to fit in, my thoughts over a period of 365 days into a few hundred words, so signing off with the promise to get back with something very soon for the few valuable readers that I boast of.
PS: Accha chalta hua duaon mei yaad rakhna ( Keeping Cheesy Bollywood Game on Point)
Taking a break from my drama queen ways and making it as precise as possible, let's get to the point. IT HAS BEEN ONE YEAR since I last wrote a post for my blog. For someone to whom writing random crap comes effortlessly, this gigantic gap was unforeseen. The process to re-start was baffling, occasionally filling me up with anguish and resentment.
I was at a loss of words, quite literally because I didn't know what to write on, who to write about. When you lose the ability to feel something deeply, expressing it out is an onerous errand.
Fearless stupidity was no longer my distinction as the fear of being judged had taken over.
With this, I conclude my brief yet insightful analysis on the failure to sustain my black but beautiful blog.
It took a while to convince myself of the fact that, no matter what the pen should never stop ( Read Keyboard :P). It will take another while to get used to the flow, to match up with how I used to be and what I used to deliver. But picture abhi baaki hai ( How can I possibly do without a purposely inserted, cheesy Hindi Film dialogue).
"What feels like an end, is often a beginning" as they say. Now, I don't know how many more beginnings do I need to make at 22. But the rust is on the rack and not on the pen and the self imposed blogging sabbatical shall cease to operate henceforth.
It has been a long year, a difficult one with a plethora of set-backs followed by self-assurances and the will to remain unperturbed, come what may. To believing less in people and more in myself and as always trying harder to make the process of letting go simpler.
The world is as much a dangerous place to live, not because people are evil, but because they don't do anything about it. So as much as people continue to empty me, I get away to refill and get back with more vigor to be served with another blow. Heartbreaks from friends are a quotidian chore, more like a way of life. You deal with it and move on. The quintessential method of devising temporary solution to permanent problems isn't always flawless but has proved to be an optimal survival technique.
Fierce attempts to avoid overthinking have been accompanied by a systematic scheme of breaking down. As for the social media fixation, Facebook statuses have perished and Instagram uploads have become recurrent.
Moving over people, let me come to myself ( As I always do :P ).Perpetually motionless and now inert in the last leg of Law School, clarity on a career choice seems ever increasingly unattainable.
However if not anything else, to get serious, WAY MORE SERIOUS about the writing bug and re-instate the belief this isn't just another hobby, it's more like a way of life. There is never a dearth of time or content, It is always the dearth of desire that drive away the motivation to do what the heart wants to do, what it loves to do and what it is meant to do.
We give up on simple things and regret it later. Life doesn't come with a handbook, so it is absolutely ridiculous to be a part of the rat-race and do what others are doing just to end up forgetting the actual route you wanted to take up in the first place.
The best thing to do is to take control of our life and do what we truly love because life is too short to live with regrets. To make our passion our driving force and do incredible things, especially the ones we never anticipated coming.
It shall be perverse to fit in, my thoughts over a period of 365 days into a few hundred words, so signing off with the promise to get back with something very soon for the few valuable readers that I boast of.
PS: Accha chalta hua duaon mei yaad rakhna ( Keeping Cheesy Bollywood Game on Point)
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