Packing up.

  Whilst I was packing yesterday, a range of emotions hit me. I opened my suitcase. I started stuffing all my clothes into it, folding them one by one. Separate bags for home clothes and formalwear, so that the latter don’t get too fucked up. Mom will shout. I put one, and then another, and then […]

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Love like this.

I’m writing way too much about love. But you dumbfuck, that’s why you started this blog. It all came back to me yesterday. It all came rushing like the Niagara Falls. In a few minutes of conversation with a friend, I realised how big of a fuck up I was- how pathetically things had turned […]

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Thirty-six hours since I had the cast on Since I foot a problem that I never really did want It hurt at the start Gradually, got used to it Causes a little discomfort now, nothing more Itches a bit every now and then Feel like breaking it open every fifth minute Doesn’t take a genius […]

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“Three weeks”, scribbled the doctor in an indecipherable script “Maybe more, if you don’t take care of yourself!” “See son, it’s not only your leg, but the rest of you That needs to be taken care of Eat well, but only on your bed!” As always, I never followed advice Be it my mother’s, or […]

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Tonight I’m getting over you.

I hate that song so fucking much. It’s got to be done. I mean, there isn’t any point in being in something that’s so one-sided anyway. Throughout everything, throughout all the time, retrospectively I realise that I was giving shit tons more than I was receiving. Am I complaining? No. Do I regret it? Maybe […]

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pvt ltd.

Originally posted on CREATIVELY UNDEAD MINDS:
There’s a kind of dangerous autonomy That shows in the transformation of our thoughts Plagued by the lust for private property We’re capable of distorting reality To fit in with the one-sided wars Waging like holy profanity This need to own what we think could be ours In a…

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Internship woos.

Our college is fascinating, to say the least. It’s considered the country’s best for the field. We’re afforded six semesters full of hell, and following each one, an opportunity to do an internship (except the last semester, because then you’d hopefully have passed out and be in a job). I missed my first internship due […]

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This post is not a serious one. It’s a proper musing, not a rant (to be honest, I chose “musings” in the title because of the alliteration it has with mohantee). I hope I have more of these in the near future. I have a bunch of friends who can make art. I can’t make […]

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Empty nest syndrome.

I live in an apartment, bereft of any supervision, with my two closest friends, and a third one whom none of us like, but just happens to be there. It’s a 2BHK, so there’re two in every room. My roommate has been dating this amazing girl for just over a year. The other one broke up […]

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Love, and other drugs.

I shouldn’t have checked their messages. I knew this. I always knew it. I knew what lay beyond that password was a world full of hurt and pain. I knew it would do no good to anyone involved- not me, not the two people’s chat I’d just read. It would plummet my self-confident to new […]

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