“You have to learn how to die, if you wanna be alive” sings Jeff Tweedy of Wilco, backed by jangly guitar music – and every time I hear it, I’m scared a little. Not enough to make me stop or pause but enough to nag at me for a while. I suppose the reason why …
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“But, I mean, what’s the point?”
I’m quite accustomed to writing things that fulfill a certain purpose. Essay-type answers to IB questions, formal mails to this or that teacher for xyz reasons – all of it has a goal, an intended recipient, a message, an intended outcome. Even my own personal pieces generally have a particular message they want to convey, …
On a Username
Picking a username has always been tricky for me. I breathe a sigh of relief every time I see a website that lets me just put in my email and be on my way, and every time I see a “username” above a blank white box I kinda freak out. I mean, what is a …
On A Pause
So, this blog hasn’t had much activity in quite a while, it’s kind of just stayed dormant as my life has gotten sucked up into a million distractions. I’ve been meaning to update it with a post, an essay, a musing – but something else would always come up, and that thought I absolutely had …
Collection 4: Satire
Not all my poems are quite as brooding and serious as the previous material I’ve posted on this blog might suggest. Occasionally, I find it an interesting exercise to try and have some fun through good ol’ fashioned social satire. Without further ado, here are my satirical takes on life in poem form. Humanism Pride …
Collection 3: Images
On occasion, in periods of boredom or anxiety or even at complete random, amorphous, fuzzy images enter the faint recesses of my mind. They lay just out of reach, not tangible enough for me to be able to draw them or describe their features and characteristics. These images exist more as a tumultuous clash of …
Collection 2: Mirages
The world of mankind seems to me to be built upon a foundation of facades and collective fictions. Not all of these are sinister, of course. I have fictions to thank for government, economics, politics, law, all such amorphous castles in the clouds. Yet there exist mirages that lead us into deserts and wastelands where …
Standalone: Campo de’ Fiori
Rome is among my favourite cities on earth. It’s a city where the history isn’t just tangible, it thickens the air and even flavours the food you eat. One of my fondest memories of the eternal city was when I gave my poor mother and sister some respite from sprinting around from one landmark to …
The Galley with No Name 