The dynamics of hi(s)tory.

"Vina Divina"

“Vina Divina”

“Keep away from her,” said Ameer Merchant, but once the inexorable dynamic of the mythic has been set in motion, you might as well try and keep bees from honey, crooks from money, politicians from babies, philosophers from maybes. Vina had her hooks in me, and the consequence was the story of my life.”
― Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet

To sum it all up, I have taken arms with my own surreal dreams. I have declared war on the unreal, the unfathomable and most importantly, my own desires.

Because black skies have become my thing.

“I really wanted to see you,” I said.

“And I really wanted to see you, too,” she said. “When I
couldn’t see you any more, I realized that. It was as clear as if
the planets all of a sudden lined up in a row for me. I really
need you. You’re a part of me; I’m a part of you. You know,
somewhere — I’m not at all sure where — I think I cut
something’s throat. Sharpening my knife, my heart a stone.
Symbolically, like making a gate in china. Do you understand
what I am saying? ”

“I think so.”

“Then come and get me.”
-Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart.

To sum it all up, I am drenched in this surreal rain from my very own imaginary black skies because only in dreams I live now.

And Begin.

Silent Dream : In solitary

“Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail. I didn’t give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together, and then about myself again. It was the age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back, like a boomerang, to me. And worse, I was in love. Love with complications. The scenery was the last thing on my mind.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood


Let's burn them to the ground....My memories.

Let’s burn them to the ground….My memories.

Uni has started. Classes are as hectic as they can get. I am already writing a script. The pitch is going to be a pain in the ass. I like it here. I love the windy nights. Specially the trees at night. I clicked this one tonight cause I was dying to do something.

Relevance of Bhagat Singh in Modern Times


A must!

Originally posted on Critical Thinkers:



I wish to address this to the young; who are young at both heart and in mind, Who are ready to accept responsibility for whatever wrong is happening in today’s society and realize that it’s their duty to do something about it .Who want to affect structural change through discussions, and critical and rational thinking, who are ready to remedy what they deem unjust.

Shaheed Bhagat Singh once said, “I am a man, and all that affects mankind concerns me.”

Today on 28th September, birth date of Bhagat Singh, I want to discuss with you not about ‘Bhagat Singh: the freedom fighter’, rather about ‘Bhagat Singh: the intellectual’. Something which has been distorted out of all sense by the film industry, the mainstream media (MSM) and the political parties, for their own greedy gains.

And most importantly, I want to discuss the relevance of bhagat singh and his…

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A Million Miles.


“Past a million lights, Past the shadows, Past the determinism of morality, Past the human nature, Will you run tonight? Would you come? A million miles to run, To where we have to go.”

I have never been more happy, or sad at the same exact moment. My lack of emotions was something that concealed away a massive wreck inside me, but today it all just fell apart. Maybe it’s for the best, maybe not, only future can tell. To know that your time is up even before it started, is heartbreaking. As if you would willing stab your own heart with a dagger and bleed to death. Misery can be fun, I hope it will be cause I have A Million Miles to run and it wont be pretty.

Pegasus 30.



“Everyone is weak, and it’s because they’re weak, that they hang on to their dreams.”
- Casca, Berserk.

I ran as hard I could this morning. It was a very relieving. I can’t remember the last time I screamed out loud, expressed myself loud and clear, let myself feel free. But this morning, I let it all go, I gave my very best. I got myself new shoes yesterday, and I can honestly say that I sure can earn my wings, Pegasus 30 ftw!


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