Written By Nirav Raval
I know! It does get frustrating looking at those sketches of a million objects, all looking same and not being able to locate that little tail of the Woof guy! At least for me, I can’t sleep peacefully knowing I couldn’t find it!
So, here is the cure, relief, solution, answer, peace – whatever it means to you!
Hope it helped!
As Frances Shea’s character said in movie Legend (2015) –
“The world is quite like London. It’s not good, it’s not bad, it just is. There’s no morality or dishonor, just your own lonely code. Until your race is run. Until the end. Until we’re all just ghosts of the people we once thought we were.”
I like how London is compared to the world, to all of us, without being judgmental, about the world or about all of us.
However, based on one’s perception, there are a million ways one can interpret the later part of the quote. I can’t figure out if it’s rage or regret or pain or disappointment. I cannot know. But then, can anyone? Isn’t it all about perceptions? Life is (relatively) easier (for you) when you are rigid and have only one perception towards things. When you try honestly to evaluate multiple perceptions to look at the same thing – conflict begins. We Vs Ourselves conflict.
No, there is not a point I am trying to make. I am long past that. Just that there are times in life, when this conflict defines who we are and keeps us from turning into something we have despised whole our lives.
P.S. – There is this particular characteristic of London as a city. Monochrome images of London look absolutely poetic. You look at any black and white image of its streets or landmarks, you don’t feel anything is missing, you don’t miss colors. Somehow, grey suits it better. 🙂
I saw a dream last night. Happy dream, rare for me.
In my dream, I heard a knock at the door. I got out of bed, opened the door and there I saw someone at the door, standing right there, in front of me. I remember, I was genuinely happy to see that person there. I can’t remember if I said anything. The rest of the details are very faint too and the most irritating part is that I cannot even remember who it was at the door!
When I woke up in the morning, I was feeling fresh and happy (again, not my usual morning!) and I have to say, I liked it. I really tried hard to remember who was at the door. I tried to think of people who could make me happy just by paying a surprise visit! There are very few such people other than my parents and my sister. They say dreams reflect your inner self, sometimes your self which even you are unaware of! Was I expecting somebody to knock at the door? Or does it just tell me that a knock at the door, irrespective of who it is, may make me happy? Or is it just nothing and I am overthinking a simple, meaningless dream?
It was like –
‘Who is there?’
‘Who is it? Hello!’
What a f***ing joke!
We all have got one. Some may have a physical one, others would just make one in their heads.
This one here, it was right in front of the main structure and yet it was called ‘The Back Room’. 🙂
‘Look, I gotta go! I will call you as soon as I can. Ok?’
‘Because I am getting late!’
‘What the fuck?! It’s not funny okay!?’
‘What?! What’s not funny?’
‘What did you just say?’
‘That I am getting late! Late!’
‘Oh OK! Bye.’
P.S. : Idiots and adults with subnormal commonsense and lack of ability to think or process information (I am not even talking about knowledge yet) have harmed this world more than both the world wars put together, twice. I would exclude those who suffer from medical conditions as that is not by choice. But everyone else in that category, by choice, or because of absolute complacence and laziness to do something about it, are burden on humanity. They destroy lives and then don’t even know about it.