Delhi in March feels surreal 🌻
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Delhi in March feels surreal 🌻
Reading Murakami after so long <3
29-05-2023, Monday
Today, as the sun lingered low in the sky, casting long shadows upon the worn pavement of my weary path, I traversed a day that seemed to bear the weight of countless misgivings.
Each step echoed with the echoes of disappointment, reverberating through the corridors of my soul. In this world where dreams were crafted with painstaking care, I believed in the profound sanctity of respect. It was a currency of the heart, a tender exchange of acknowledgement and kindness.
I poured my essence into the cup of appreciation, hoping to drink the nectar of reciprocal regard. But as the hours unfurled like a fading tapestry, my belief began to crumble, crumbling like the pages of an ancient manuscript devoured by the sands of time. Insults were flung like arrows, piercing my fragile armor of effort and devotion.
And yet, amidst the clamor of this tempestuous day, a single shimmer of solace emerged to soothe the wounds that had bled in the aftermath of cruel words. A dog, carefree and untethered by the burdens that haunted the human heart, pranced upon the lush emerald grasses of a nearby park. Its spirit danced with the wind, a testament to the purest form of freedom. In its jubilant strides, I glimpsed a respite from the indignities that marred my existence.
For in the essence of that joyful creature, I found solace—a gentle reminder that amidst the ceaseless cycle of pain and disappointment, there still existed pockets of unadulterated bliss. And so, as the sun bid farewell to the horizon, painting the sky with hues of ruby and gold, I walked on, carrying the image of that carefree dog in my heart—a fragile flicker of hope amidst the turbulent currents of my melancholic day.
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Becoming Franz Kafka 🖤
I have now attained the true art of letter-writing, which we are always told, is to express on paper exactly what one would say to the same person by word of mouth.
Abundance, success, wealth.
Happiness, peace, relief.
Joy, freedom, healing.
I attract them all into my life with open arms and so it is.
Go where you are respected, where you are appreciated, where you are wanted. You gain nothing by sticking it out and swallowing any mistreatment. But by walking away from those experiences you teach yourself that you are worthy of respect, of love, of quality relationships; and you also teach others that when they do not mirror the same level of respect, their access to you is revoked, end of story.
PEACE
Things that should be included in the academia aesthetic (an Indian perspective) :-
• getting up super early to study and feel like a scholar from the ancient times
• incense
• learning Sanskrit & Persian
• reciting Ghazals to your lover
• Kurti supremacy
• reading the Mahabharata
• Rani of Jhansi
• reading about advances in the Islamic kingdom
• walking to your nearest tea/coffee shop from campus
• quoting Gandhi in your conversation
• reading books in your mother tongue
• Denim with Kolhapuri chappals
• having an enviable collection of jhumkas
• rose rings and kaali bindi
• literature before colonization
• reading about diverse yet same cultures of India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh
• hanging out in old buildings in a rural setting
• saving money to buy hardbacks
• dreaming of Dariyagunj
Please feel free to add more.
Learning about the history of your family
Learning about the history of your friends' families
Learning about the history of your town or city
Having your phone system language as Hindi or your native one and navigating through it.
Texting in literal Hinglish. Like दिस.
Embracing your ethnicity while embracing your modernity.
Taking special interest in the villages you cross while travelling.
Stopping on your way to somewhere to admire the little frame of your desi world, how the roadside trees look, how people are travelling, what they wear, what they might do as a job, to look at the horizon and think that this is your world
Learning about the traditions restricted to your city/area.
Marriages, even though you might not wanna have a big fat wedding, but they are undoubtedly fascinating.
And the main part of it, how it all happens, the rituals and traditions of marriage
How your older relatives and parents used to spend weeks at the house of person getting married even if they were a distant relative.
Having goosebumps and tears in your eyes while learning about the sufferings of your people under British Rule in India.
Experiencing life at the countryside.
Honestly, as an Indian, I really wanna experience what it feels like to live in Delhi, Kolkata, Punjab, Kerala, Tamil Nadu, Assam, Himachal Pradesh, Rajasthan, Mumbai..... And the list goes on.
Learning Bengali
Learning Punjabi, legit Punjabi
Learning Tamil/Kannada/Telgu
Getting familiar with the dialects of your native language.
Learning about your textile industry
Very important, learning about the stories and tales of people who existed in the past in the world where you live in who did something important and worthwhile.
Fighting against patriarchal traditions and notions of your society, even if it has a cultural significance.
Fighting against anything about your culture which hurts a person's life or minds
Understanding the beautiful stories of arranged marriages in South Asian world but also understanding that a lot of such marriage become toxic too.
Appreciating the people who are working hard to make our world better.
Appreciating the teacher who works really hard to teach you.
Being cool and loving your culture.
CID. 😎
Tarak Mehta Ka Oolta Chashma. 🤩
Knowing that Bollywood ain't THAT bad
But also that Bollywood NEEDS to improve A LOT.
Bollywood romantic songs are top tier. No other language, at least for me, can't make me FEEL this feeling as deeply, purely.
Shah Rukh Khan
Aishwarya Rai
Indian Politics is a headache but we learn it to preserve our world, our culture, so that people's selfish reasons don't taint our beautiful world.
Loving the cultures of all the religions South Asia has.
Learning Urdu.
Comparing other languages you learn to your native language and finding it funny how sunbae in korean is a respectful term while the same in Hindi would definitely be very informal.
The inside jokes which only the people of your area get, like the inside joke which ones north Indians get, or which only Rajasthani people get, or perhaps just Tamil ones.
Your school culture. It's unique but not the fact that its made on a cemetery.
Am I the only one who doesn't like schools but loves learning?
The crazy competition culture, where science always wins until the art student clears UPSC.
Not my the same name or term, but Sharma Ji ka beta.
Living as a neurodivergent in India where living as a neurotypical is already so difficult.
Wishing that Kashmir gets its peace and that our world would not have more heartbreaking disputes.
Getting slut shamed for wearing western clothes, girls, let's change our world (not something beautiful but needed to say that)
Realising that America is not actually that great. Getting over your inferiority complex that all of our generations are facing since the independence.
The mughals are talked about but can we talk about the history of Hindu because the Muslim rulers arrived. I'm saying this because i genuinely wanna learn, so if you have some resources, please share.
Madhubala❤️
Home, although is a short novel but there's so much meaning, symbolism contained within this book. This book is about a black soldier returning home from the Korean War to the pre-civil rights era America. Hearing that his sister is dying the soldier makes his way across a country filled with institutional and casual racism.
Home is about memory and place. It's not an easy read, the prose is precise, distinct, and inclusive. I assume that a lot of us do not know about the Korean War and the racism in the US in the 50s so do not come to this book expecting a linear story following a single character with a sole purpose. The book is short but the characters are deeply developed.
I’m mesmerized at the number of lessons conveyed in such short a text.
Absolutely wonderful.
I wanted to write something for a long, long time but couldn't. I know it's not easy for someone like me to put my thoughts into words. I want to learn to write. need help!
Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
-Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
the emotionally unstable urge to reread the secret history 🖤
Favourite season 🌸
میں ہوں درد ا عشق سے جان والب
مجھے زندگی کی دوا نہ دے.
I enter peoples’ lives, force them to read a Murakami book, then leave