okay so, doom

Okay so, I am more happy than ever because I know we are all doomed. to die. to rot. to be ridden of. no matter what you create and what you demolish, what you invent and what you disrupt, we are all going to be smoke, ash and soil.
there is no point in being afraid, that I so badly was.
I will, survive, I will find glory, and I will die just like I am supposed to.

Lets get out of the box. have fun. be funny. go watch a sunset. drink a fucking beer. 

celluloid

A stupid common man I am.
A beautiful stupid girl you are.
I am no match for you, and I hope, as I have hoped all my life, that you are stupid enough not to understand that.
I am balding, fat and ugly I know.
My life is not celluloid, I know.
but if love is what persists, and if a beautiful story could be written with an ugly face, If that is possible, 40 years from now. 40 years from now, you would hit me for the life we never lived and we could have. for the cancer that would be killing me as I walk down to your house to see you, for not being the guy of your dreams on the outside and for not being the guy you despise on the inside. for the laughs we could have shared, for the dates we could have enjoyed.
I am cursed, as are you.

secret to glory.

All my life till now, I have lived with a dream. being tremendously, furiously rich. a billionaire. because I don't think there is something out there that money can't buy. why aren't there ugly faces in the great love stories. money brings beauty, and beauty makes things happen.

but now, today, I again remembered the secret sauce to glory. the devil's voice. there is this voice in you, of the slug, the devil in you, who doesn't want you to succeed. and its very predominant sometimes. "I want to make something good", "but don't you wanna see the new better call saul?"
"I want to change the world!", "but don't you want to sleep a little more?"

this voice of devil has broken more dreams than any other barrie. the solution that i feel is consistently being aware of the voice, because its always there. always whispering in your head, in a disguise, as if its your heart's voice.

nothing good comes out of watching porn, watching friends and slacking around all the time. this is the work of devil. you need to be aware and fight back. and fight back real hard until you win.

You are fighting for respect, for glory and for abundance. It doesn't come from sheer hard work. You need to have a sense of urgency. to achieve things. 12 year olds are achieving heights. going up is the only way to go. look up or go away. you are not even in the race, babe, right now. a man spends half of his life saying he is too young and the other half saying he is too old.

fight back, bloody hard.

this is the one, that is!

you know, when I hadn't left Indore, I used to dream about these places with long roads stretching amidst tall mountains, rivers and big rocks standing upright right in the flow, oceans and waves and all those stuff. I used to fantasize living that dream all the time. And when I did start living that life, it slowly became routine and I outgrew the place that had just become too dear to me.
but, when I look at you, and your hairs that fall gently on your face, and your smile when you are surprised by something, and your beautiful eyes that still glow exactly like the way they did 40 years ago when I saw those for the first time, I couldn't imagine growing out of being fond of you.

I look up in the sky and do cobra cobra

Okay so, sorry for the name, but its funny don't you think?
its 2:14 and I am fucking pissed of at myself. Yes I have come a long way form where I started but it is not supposed to be downhill from here. Everybody is supporting me, its me who is slacking away.
Everything that steals my time is poison. because thats what poisons do right??
steal you time.
facebook, games, procrastination, everything that keeps you away from reaching your goals is a poison. and you have lived all your life till now filled with lots of poisonous objects. this negative talkback is also poisonous. so lets embark today again, then. Shall we.
Write a fucking plan.

42, a joke

Douglas Adams, in his book 'Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy', said that the the answer to life, universe and everything is 42. The viral uproar led to people trying too hard to make a connection of this number to something mystic, significant. unknowingly, we were all trying to prove that we exist for an important reason, for a universal cause.
In an interview Douglas was asked about the significance of this number and how did he come about it, to which he replied that he meant it as a joke. he was sitting, staring in the garden, thinking of something he could use and randomly, and he wrote 42.
So coincidentally, the answer to life universe and everything is a JOKE. Please take it that way, why so serious?

on a different note,
the trip to mumbai was super fun. 416 kms.

also, would start the morning routine from the jason fried guy.