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Scattered Thoughts

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I space out, not because I want to It’s not by choice.  I zone out when you talk, not because you’re boring,  But because I do have the attention span of a goldfish… not by choice. I get lost inside my own head not because you are not interesting But because I talk to myself, amazed by how put-together you are … and how chaotic I am.  The juxtaposition a truly jarring realisation; All minds work differently. I forget what you say, because what I have in my mind is far more powerful… not by choice. Powerful than the Elderly Wand  Powerful than the Bugatti Chiron Powerful than the God of Thunder Powerful than the world’s 7 Wonders I forget what you said because what I think  is more overpowering than the universe itself… not by choice.  Every thought, a literal race against one another Every moment inside it, a never ending marathon. When I think I crossed the finish line Another one begins… not by choice.  Time isn’t relative, for me time is a race  The more I think, the more I lose to
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Passion is necessity

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What is passion if not a necessity, Hobby is just another word for those who can't do it. For those who can, it’s called living to simply Be You  What is fire if not one more element to fuel your dreams Do what you love,  For one day, people will love you for what you do and simply Be You. Challenges will come your way, In the form of others, and some days in the form of YOU.  Obstacles are here to stay So is the family, your friends, the society and the world So what if they tell you that you can’t BE YOU,  BELIEVE, FOR YOU CAN’T BE ANYBODY BUT YOU! Fight doubts like you breathe to live Don’t live to survive like generations told you to Live to thrive like it was always meant for you   Do whatever it is your heart desires, Do wherever the day takes you, Take life wherever you want to Do whatever feels right for YOU, Do what you must, always, Do, not doubt.
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WE HAD TODAY!

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“Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today!” How often do we take life for granted before we touch the ground and start all over again?  Quite often… a lot actually.  The warmth pumping through our veins is what drives us after all. We keep chasing for the dam warmth, leaving behind a long line of decisions while collecting experiences (sometimes even growth) on our way.   Some days we are our impulses and do what feels right in the moment, most days we shut it all out. We aren’t what we are by birth, we are what we are by choices - warm and patient, confused and yearning, cold and angry or worse, hurt and indifferent; it’s familiar, it's comforting. In fact, living in the moment isn’t a bad thing at all, chasing comfort isn’t a bad thing either, neither is giving into impulses. So, how can something that sounds and feels right in the moment, come with a price? Loss of time, regrets and what ifs - more often than not they are expensive and heavy; maybe even heavier than a 30 year mor
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18 year old bottle of Tender Loving Care

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It’s like F Scott Fitzgerald said, “First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.” You’re like the 21 st century version of his quotes... I see you look down at your tumbler and swirl that peg of amber liquid like you know what you’re doing... like you know your way around it. I see you stare it down with such insurmountable amount of devotion, almost as if it’s spinning some magical story. Your pupils dilate and you hazily gaze at me mumbling something only you would understand; I pretend to listen and nod along as always because even in that tipsy state, you’re charming and I, for all the wrong reasons, find that irresistible. It makes me a little green because I wish you would look at me the way you look at that mighty fine bottle of Talisker. It’s as if you are undressing that dam 18 year old bottle of scotch with your eyes. You know in English language it’s called ‘Leering’. It amuses and breaks my heart at the same time because I
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The city of bhog, dhak and durgautsav

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It's 4am and you’re listening to Birendra Krishna Bhadra’s “ Mahisasura Mardini ”. Did you feel that? “ Durgautsav eshe geche ” (Durga Puja is here). A Mahalaya follower since I learned how to spell alphabets and it still manages to mesmerize me making me wonder why every time I hear Chandipath , a shiver of excitement starts coursing through my veins creating a childlike glee in my eyes. A few trips to the magical city of Kolkata and the mystery was unravelled. Being a Probashi Bengali through and through, I have contributed my fair share of ideas on how to celebrate this spiritual fiesta in our pujo committees and they have been nothing short of awe-inspiring nature. Yet part of my heart will always belong to the city of joy for the sole reason of their “ baaro maash e tero pujo ” logic. While the recitation of Maa Durga’s triumph over the diabolical Mahisasura leaves you with a rush of adrenaline, it’s the post mahalaya week of pure hoopla that adds a cherry on
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MAKING THE POSSIMPIBLE

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As  quoted   by our lovable Barney Stinson (How I Met Your Mother ),  “ Its where the possible & the impossible meet ”. The scariest thing in this entire world  is knowing what you are good at & yet staring at a blank page. It’s like those moments where  your future boss asks  you, “ Tell me something about yourself , something different than the usual ” , and you keep wracking your brain , wondering & thinking, thinking & wondering "What can I possibly say to make him believe that I am different” , and & then comes the inevitable point where you start doubting yourself . Finally of course comes that epic moment where you have achieved your goal  and your attitude towards that gain is like Priyanka Chopra, "Good, Bad or Ugly , it’ll be mine to remember ". Today we live in a world where our attitude towards what the other wants or thinks is pretty much  perfunctory. We live in a time where we are our own scientists, never getting tired of expe
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Slutiness of time- Inspired by John Green

Enjoying the slutiness of time...  It keeps screwing you over and everyone else; it doesn't make you feel special, it stabs you and makes you bleed inside out, yet you get up and always come back for more.  In a way, TIME makes you a masochist... a slut!
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