So many thoughts. So much to say. Are there enough words for them?Or rather, can I express it well?

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The gifted ones probably follow this:

my aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way” – Ernest H.

subconsciously. Easily. These guys are fish in water.

*sigh*. I wish I were like that. At least once.


Does distance make the heart grow fonder? Does it really?

Maybe: with family. And by family I mean immediate family – not uncles, aunties and long lost cousins – but Ma, Dad and siblings. Their sudden, extended absence makes you realize how the little things they did, helped in such a big way.
Especially siblings. Those rugrats’ messing about is what I love coming home to , after a long day at work.

What about with boyfriends, husbands, wives and girlfriends? Why does it not work there?Why is it “practical” to be in an open relationship in these cases? Or to even accept (in some corner of your mind) that it will not work? Is it really only about sex? Does “true love” mean nothing at all?

I guess it is “practical” because these are not ties of blood – and it usually is only about the sex. Sometimes, it transcends that, and I think that is what “true love” is – the willingness to make it work, even when you know that you will not get some in a long time. A Very Long Time. Or to sacrifice the distance for the relationship.

Maybe the time spent together is a factor too – will it be easier to accept the distance if the relationship is very new? Say, just a few months old? This could be true because you haven’t spent much time together, so the separation will not be as noticeable. On the flip side: it might be difficult for new couples, because all the excitement of discovering each other is now damped by communication through technology. The only way to make it work is constant communication.
Is it easier for those who have been together for years? It could be possible: because by this time, most couples will be used to each other, and there is the assurance that they can survive this as a couple. Some couples actually look forward to the distance, because they truly believe that ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’, and this would be a new lease on their lives. Flip side: Couples look at this as a convenient excuse to cheat on each other. That is not cool.

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Recently, I watched the movie “Bhaag Milka Bhaag” on TV. Well, just the last 20 minutes of it. I liked the feel of the movie, and Farhan Akhtar was pretty good too.

It got me thinking about biographies – how do individuals remember these events in such minute detail? Yes, these events were significant in shaping their character and views on life, but even then, how do they do it?

I cannot do it. I remember my emotions and feelings, especially the last couple of years, not the details of the event itself. I remember associating colors with these emotions. If I were to ever write an autobiography (ha. Ha.), I don’t know how I will write it. Perhaps put myself through an experience that will trigger the same emotions, and then immediately write down what I feel. My phrases, sentences and paragraphs will just be a riot of colors I suppose.

And if it were to be made into a movie (ha. Ha. HA.) it will be a psychedelic experience. The background music will be all the music that I liked through the years, that accompany the aforementioned riot of colors. If you would go ahead and watch it, (I warn you) there will be a significant period of black, with a lot of LP and metal. It will mellow out, of course, but that will be later.


Haha, the title is pretty boring. Well, at least it is a good way to keep track of the number of entries.

This is a really difficult task. It’s not a conversation, where I can contribute to an on-going discussion. This is not a diary (too public). So, what is this exactly? For me, at least? I don’t know.

Hey, at least I started it, eh?