Depending on how your life has fared, you may have heard of this person. They are one unchosen by fate and luck, one who has lost everything yet bears only pain, no resentment. They willingly carry the suffering meant for thousands and fight to prevent any of it from falling, so no one else will have to taste what they have experienced. They are nameless on the surface, always struggling with their pain when nobody’s looking, secretly pulling the strings that lift everyone’s smiles – they won’t stop, because failure is not an option. They are constantly afraid, afraid of watching tears fall from someone else’s face – because they know the image will remind them of the moment everything changed, but what they don’t know is if they could survive it. So pray for the Unchosen.
Potful of liquid golden earth.
A sip brings notes of roasted barley
and patter of deersteps across the forest hearth.
It coils and uncoils, a wisp of tranquil heat
down the bend of my throat
over the crevice-laced heart
mending forgotten muscles and tussles,
hustles the over-ground mill
that once again begins to spin.
And in the wind that trails its wings,
relish the scents
For the light bulbs that pop
On half-drunken summer nights
Adrenaline rising like gas from my gut
Spilling out of fingers onto the canvas of my soul
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Trust not in yourself, but;
Aspire not to be superman, but;
Exist not in reality, but;
Believe not, but;
I’m a firm believer in the idea that the amount of satisfaction or pleasure you derive from something in your life is largely dependent on your attitude towards it. In this regard, video games are an especially powerful medium with the potential to deliver highly intense experiences. With the right mindset, playing a video game is no different from hopping into an inter-dimensional crosspod or some shit and zooming off to different dimensions. So here’s a project I’ve been working on for half a year which tries to sort of materialize/literify this idea. Go ahead and give it a read if you like – it’s your chance to experience what it’s like to play Pokemon as a crazy guy with way too much time and imagination on his hands.
Know the hand that feeds from the hand that shackles
They feel the same, one and truly so
But when the time comes for you to soar
A slap may fall from the one you trust most
And of you the greatest courage shall be asked
To down the one-winged angel
And reclaim both your wings and theirs
The Hungry Tide by Amitav Ghosh
There’s a funny story behind how I discovered this book. In order to fulfil my course requirements, I took a certain module in my first year of university. It was titled – Beasts, People and Wild Environments in South Asia. As an animal and nature-lover since young, the name of this module instantly stood out to me among the sea of cultural, societal and science-based modules that made up the list I had to choose from. This book was one of the very first readings specified for the module. And like all good university students, I didn’t finish it. I don’t think I even reached the quarter-mark. However, the book and its writing left an inexplicable mark on me. So when I started taking my writing career and reading more seriously, I decided that this was one book I had to eventually return to and finish.
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