Dibu🫀

Making films nowadays.

[desii-banda]

“जो मैं हूँ, उसे कोई जानता ही नहीं, जो सब जानते हैं, वो मैं हूँ ही नहीं।”

[dibuworld]

I often dream, nay desire, where life would be for me if I had a comfortable companion - lover.

To people, that companionship comes in different shapes and forms; different emotions and experiences to share; different actions and moments of solitude.

I, for example, do not yearn for a partner who would go run in the rain uncovered to bring me a raincoat under the shed. I yearn to sit in the bed passing a joint while my partner reads me a book that fascinates us both and we discuss our theories.

Because why would I want to glorify his suffering that comes from a long run of rom-coms making me believe sacrifice is a form of love.

For example, I would relish in the affinity of eating a comforting meal and watching a detective show in silence.

To be able to coexist without crossing the boundaries of personal space.

For example, I crave for the simple nuances of a hand in my hair but I am so touch deprived that I fear the thought of a hand extending towards my jaw.

How would an understanding of contradictory behaviour look in the eyes of my lover.

For example, the mere thought of music, literature, art enveloping the consciousness of our very being excites me in a warmer shade of orange than the baby pink flowers blooming in my chest.

Intellectual pretentious, you may call it, to me it’s like walking in a renaissance fair and discovering beauty and fear in non living things for the first time.

But alas, it’s all to vain.

Unfortunately, I do not have a “why?” to that.

I simply yearn, only to forget and turn the pages of the unfinished screenplay in front of me.

[ferrusly]

[dibuworld]

Tujhe naa paane ki Umeed mai Basar karungi zindagi

Tujhe paane ki Umeed ke joh mai kayal nahi

Bebas lamho mai tujhe yaad karungi

Har aane vale Mehboob ko raqib ka draja dene ke joh mai kayal nahi

Tujhe choone ki aas mai fir mai saaki mai vasl dhundhungi

Meri zulfay savarwaane ke joh mai kayal nahi

Raat ki siyaahi mai Kalam duboy ke tera naam likhungi

Subah ko tere deedar ke joh mai kayal nahi

Meri ibabdat ka sehr bhi tujhse hokar guzrega

Saath mai sajda karne ke joh mai kayal nahi

Bewafayi ki raah mai chal har dilbar ka dil todungi

Tujhse wafayi karne ke joh mai kayal nahi

Magar Aakhri saans junoon ki tere aivaan pe aake lungi

Dekhti Hu fir mai ki mujhe hosh mai laane ke tu kayal hai ya nahi.

- Dibu

Pune, 2026

[fuckthisbloganditscurses]

Happiness Will Come To You.

[12goblins]

when tho

[fuckthisbloganditscurses]

When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March

[wizardshark]

reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!

[zigxortega]

[zac--efren]

I reblogged this last year and I hung out with blink-182 backstage on March 30. Reblogging again because it worked the first time.

[scientiablr]

honestly, last year one of the best days of my life happened in late March

[seasaltstarsstuff]

Cmon March 30 you gotta work with me….

[daughterofruins]

Well it didn’t come for Caesar though

[ttrust-no-one]

Tumblr is not a social media, it's an online psych ward.

[perfectday1972]

[sentientsky]

repeating this to myself forever and ever

[dibuworld]

GUYS IM WORKING IN DHARMA PRODUCTIONS😭😭😭😭😭😭

[dibuworld]

Here’s a little update on my life - I moved to India, travelled a lot, spent time with family, got 2 new tattoos, moved to Pune, made new friends, started working again, finished writing my first feature film <3

[perrfectly]

[realme-airpods]

[lovemeorlovemycloset]

You must know yourself outside of work outside of friends and outside of your romantic relationship you must be able to sit with yourself

[hayeee-bawree]

Annoying my brother by calling photosynthesis "photoshaunthesheep"

[dibuworld]

Only reposting because my boss nicknamed me Shaun the sheep because I once wore a white turtleneck

[dibuworld]

MI and CSK not playing a finals in an IPL match is enough confirmation for me to realise that we live in multiple parallel universes and the timeline has definitely shifted.

[theanxiousfireblossom]

After reading The Stolen Heir and The Prisoner’s Throne, I am amazed at how others perceive Cardan and Jude’s relationship.

After being in Jude’s perspective for three books, as the reader it is so obvious how Jude displays her personality and how much she genuinely cares for Cardan. So, watching those same behaviors through the eyes of others was kinda funny. Just, the amount of times Oak was surprised when Jude did not attempt to murder Cardan, or the softness she displayed with was really funny. I as the reader know their relationship is in a place where they can make jokes, even bad ones, and not usually face negative repercussions for it, but others they LIVE with don’t know that because they don’t usually get to see that side of their relationship.

It is just so weird to think there is a whole perception of these two in universe that I cannot fathom. These two royal fools???? Not in love with each other??????? I am sorry, I do not compute. And yet, the rest of the world thinks it’s forced. They couldn’t be in Jude’s head to know that when she cut off Snake Cardan’s head, she was doing it from a place of unadulterated love. They can’t see how Cardan, in his own odd and not super effective way, would protect Jude from the things she was vulnerable to as a mortal. Everybody else sees a couple that cannot stand each other.

Personally, I think the juxtaposition between what we see as the audience and what the in universe world sees is so cool and Holly Black is so good for not making it a “everyone saw how in love they were and were chill for the rest of time”. They reserve that softness for each other only, and that is so sweet.

[dibuworld]

As I’m nearing another life changing event, I’m once again knee deep in my biggest desires and fears.

I haven’t craved being in love or having a person for about a year now but as I’m about to change my life all over again - I want to be in love, I want to be heartbroken, I want to hold hands and I want to miss someone so much my heart hurts and when I see them my whole body hurts into tiny specks of sparkles.

As I’m about to leave a home I built brick by brick in a different country all I’m craving is the same community and wondering what if this was my last chance. What if this was it? What if I’m never able to build a home again?

Love & home - two things I refuse to admit I care about are the biggest desires of mine and maybe just maybe one day I will be able to tell people that I’m not this nonchalant human and all I crave in reality is just some chaos wrapped in a bouquet of roses.