Back on blogging

So I’m back. Time and discipline will tell whether permanently or just this night, but I’ve been told I need to find a routine or something to repeat on a daily basis before going to bed. Obviously masturbation seemed the easy way out but while a happy ending seems appealing, this seems more a means…

A little something about depression

Never thought about writing something like this till recent. In fact, never thought about coming out about this openly. But having recently met a few people who haven’t yet had the epiphany, that realisation that time won’t fix a broken mind, at least not until it’s broken all else around; I’m compelled to put pen…

In memory of Sarath

It’s been over a year since my last post, but today demanded it, because it’s not everyday you are present at the cremation of a great friend. Exactly two weeks ago, I¬†accidentally called him very early in the morning and probably woke him up, but unlike me – who would have been instantly annoyed and…

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The young mother dangles the baby up and down by its fresh umbilical cord, like a yo-yo, deciding what she should do with it. Super glue is dripped into the eyes of the man they think is the culprit. Pseudo-charitable youth activists sit to talk about problems and argue with their prosthetic ideals. Hymns flood…

I wonder

I wonder how it is to be part of the generation below, looking up at ours To see many the same, many licking imaginary scars Most, rebels, with no causes, just trippin’ away the time Burning the days, fillin’ up on tequila, salt and lime My heroes all died young, I just hear their immortal…

Victory belonging to opportunists and not liberty

The Arab Spring has flooded the channels of our 21st century sensationalist media for months now and seems to have climaxed with the death of Gaddafi. But is the downfall of a dictator the pinnacle of a revolution? Is the world going to sit and watch and celebrate as thousands of innocent people with family,…