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Uncomfortable Truth of Life

One day, you and everyone you love will die. And beyond a small group of people for an extremely brief period of time, little of what you say or do will ever matter.

This is the Uncomfortable Truth of Life.

And everything you think or do is but an elaborate avoidance of it.

We are inconsequential cosmic dust, bumping and milling about on a tiny blue speck. We imagine our own importance. We invent our purpose – we are nothing.

Enjoy your fucking coffee!

~ Everything Is F*cked, Mark Manson

I Am Myself

I am strength by action; not by risk.

I am a thespian by shrewd play; not by happening.

When you slept and enjoyed the hourglass of beingness, I have spread myself in the darkest corners.

I don’t hold time for you or for your time or your dump!

You laugh at my experience today; you will have sleepless night to guess how I am going to end this.

Today you sit fighting dogma of a normal life; my life starts beyond the comfort zone….right where your ends.

You don’t even have courage to venture where I have molded myself.

Yes I am proud, I am self-praising and I am a narcissist. And why not?? There is no one to outperform me.

I am raw, I am inhumane, I am overt. I am living factual, I am hero and fortified!!

I am myself

I am me

I am being me


Go All The Way

If you’re going to try, go all the way.

Otherwise, don’t even start.

If you’re going to try, go all the way.

This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs, and maybe even your mind.

Go all the way.

It could mean not eating for three or four days.

It could mean freezing on a park bench.

It could mean jail.

It could mean derision. Mockery. Isolation.

Isolation is the gift.

All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it.

And, you’ll do it.

Despite rejection, and the worst odds.

And it will be better than anything else you can imagine.

If you’re going to try, go all the way.

There is no other feeling like that.

You will be alone with the gods,

and the nights will flame with fire.

Do it, do it, do it. Do. It.

All the way.

All. The. Way.

You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.

It’s the only good fight there is.

Take The Stage

Dreams, or stages as it were, come in a million shapes and sizes. And every day you have to make the decision, will you take the stage or take the exit? Some days, when fear is a roar, I feel like you have to choose the stage every single hour.

The exit is easier. It’s faster and more comfortable and a lot safer. Your feelings won’t get hurt as often if you take the exit. People won’t laugh at you if you take the exit. If anything they’ll welcome you with open arms.

Average loves company.

Heading for the exit would be the easier thing to do, but I don’t think you should.

I think you should take the stage. Forget think, I more than think you should take the stage, I dare you to take the stage.

Today, I dare you to go right. To take out a piece of paper and draw two arrows like the one in the photo. Post the note on your laptop. Draw it on your bathroom mirror with a dry erase marker. Make it the wallpaper on your laptop or the lock screen on your phone. Hashtag it everywhere with #takethestage if you want other people to cheer you on. Do whatever you need to remind yourself you have a choice.

Because you do.

Every day, we get a decision.

Take the stage.

So the question now is – What’s one simple way you can take the stage today?

Reading Challenge 2018

And as with every year, I again had challenged my cerebrum, cerebellum and medusa oblongata to amass some more of the scriptures and texts published. The magic number was 12.

And here goes what I could manage in 2018.

Kafka on the Shore (Haruki Murakami)

Tribe of Mentors: Short Life Advice from the Best in the World (Tim Ferriss)

The Man From St. Petersburg (Ken Follett (official))

Natural Born Heroes: How a Daring Band of Misfits Mastered the Lost Secrets of Strength and Endurance (Christopher McDougall)

Shiva To Shankara: Decoding The Phallic Symbol (Devdatt Pattanaik)

Discipline Equals Freedom: Field Manual (Jocko Willink)

Unf*ckology: A Field Guide to Living with Guts and Confidence (Amy Alkon)

Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind (Yuval Noah Harari)

Mrs Funnybones: She’s just like You and a lot like Me (Twinkle Khanna)

Don’t Lose Your Mind, Lose Your Weight (Rutuja Diwekar)

Count To Ten (James Patterson)

The Sign of the Four (Sherlock Holmes, #2) (Arthur Conan Doyle)

Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow (Yuval Noah Harari)

The Power of Your Subconscious Mind (Joseph Murphy)

The Art of War (Sun Tzu)

Men Without Women (Haruki Murakami)

Killing Commendatore (Haruki Murakami)

I Can’t Make This Up: Life Lessons (Kevin Hart)

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values (Robert M. Prisig)

I promise that these books are worth reading, from my very personal experience.

Thank You 2018

The Immortality Of Raavan

He had 10 heads and was a great devotee of Lord Shiva. He was considered to be supremely knowledgeable and was well-versed in the Vedas and Shastras – in fact his 10 heads indicate the six shastras and the four vedas that he mastered. Even his arch enemy, and eventual destroyer, spent several days in penance after killing him. Obviously, there is more about him, than what meets the eye when you see his burnt effigies as marking the triumph of good over evil.

At one point, your own conciousness begins to wonder if the death of Raavan deserves celebration at all.

Neither is one entirely good or bad nor can there be an end to all good or bad. We all have strains of good and bad. Light and shadow will always co-exist. Then why make Raavan the demon god, representative of all things bad? Why give him a lease of life every year and then burn him? Why keep the Raavan alive inside us every year and then “pretend” to kill it?

We burn him every year, because he never dies. He is alive within each of us. We are his immortality.

According to old folklore, if one cups one’s hand over one’s ears the sound one hears is that of Raavan’s funeral pyre still burning.