"Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever."And as anyone who has fallen in love can testify, forever is very temporary. I've quit on a lot of things: Chess, Rubik's cubes, Guitar, public speaking, Books, relationships, jobs, low-waist pants and so much more I can't even remember. My adolescence, much like the adult-life that followed, was a … Continue reading Why quit: A guide to being a loser
I have written a lot of shit on this blog. Occasionally, I go back to read what I wrote and can't believe myself. And then I throw up. This nauseating ordeal has brought me to this: I am a hypocrite. It's up to you if you want to take what I say here seriously. I … Continue reading It’s good to know you
If you came here looking for a list, I have none. But you probably came for something else. You are here to find out what kind of person I am. That's what books are. Persona-shaping loneliness-fighting mystery-soaked nostalgia-induced emotionally-embalmed human connectors. A person's bookshelf is a museum of his soul. It can tell you everything … Continue reading Favorite books
Hop on to my Batplane. We are going to fantasy land. When you walk into a room full of millionaires, the average net-worth of the room doubles with every millionaire you throw out of the room. You look like someone whose measurements Da Vinci took to draw the Vitruvian man. You write cheques to charities … Continue reading A million dollars isn’t cool
You care way too much about how you look; I can help. You look stupid! If you are consoling yourself with the idea that you are at least intelligent, we both know you are dumb as an algae-infested rock! Talking about rocks: MEN ROCK! That's the quickest I have traversed the whole spectrum of douchebaggery. … Continue reading How to get pissed off
A painter can paint without a brush. A writer can write without a pen. But take away their suffering and they'll both be paralyzed, inside-out. Maybe it's what wasting your talent, genius and creativity mean -- that you haven't suffered enough. When I started writing, I never got what the superstition around suffering was all … Continue reading When the abyss gazes back
Our relationship with travel is like our relationship with the soul. Mysterious. Magical. Hopeful. When I first set out to travel three years ago, I had no clue what to expect of it. I thought it would last six months -- a break at most. A break from something. To somewhere. There was also the … Continue reading Wanderlust, an end.
Philosophers sound nervously prophetic. Two thousand years ago, they are going on about how everything is fast-paced, how everyone's running a mindless race and how the next generation thinks out of their arse. They even talk about information overload from other schools of philosophy. Philosopher king Marcus Aurelius was at one point the most powerful … Continue reading Why, God, Why
Ever done the right thing and felt wrong? Why do we feel weak when we show compassion. When we forgive. When we let go. When we tell people how much they mean to us. And to mess with us full circle, why do we feel strong when we are mean. When we point out mistakes. … Continue reading What it takes
There's a part of us that wants fame. Despite the meticulous meltdown that's the life of most famous people, our need to trade damage for feeling good remains intact. In that, fame is like a drug. For the longest time, few people had access to it and you could never openly admit you were addicted … Continue reading How to become famous
