I am the infinite dreamer
who forgot…
was it on purpose?
I don’t care…I just love this song
and the appointment I have in an hour.
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I am the infinite dreamer
who forgot…
was it on purpose?
I don’t care…I just love this song
and the appointment I have in an hour.
“What strange stars these being wrought of shades.”
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“Don’t work at merely understanding YOURSELF (the separate human entity that is) but try to inquire into the actual ‘self’ as well, or the ego if you like, the root of all personalities, that psychological phenomenon which we all have in common…or else you might end up becoming some half-neurotic navel-gazing pedantic that knows everything about the shadow, but close to nothing about the substance.”
— Please let me know if this made sense to you.
"It's okay for things to end, it's not always forever ."
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// Only those who suffered a bit too much during that 'thing' have the heart to speak that string of words//
// If you can accept those words , then you'll heal soon , you'll be just fine//
// Having an attachment will always keep you stuck in that place , but choosing to push it away and dealing with the attachment on your own , silently , slowly, that will make you grow//
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"It's okay for things to end, it's not always forever."
// happy sad //
Growing up no one told us. What it would be like. To take your sadness by its arms. Feel it breathing with nostalgia. Sense the scent of old baggage left in the basement. Caress the fears it has been holding tight. And sit with it. Facing it. Looking into its abysmal eyes. And then wonder. If the person looking back at you is a reflection of your heart or a mirage. The ashes that rise in the sky, maybe abandoned embers of a fire rising from unknown lands. Sometimes being your own confidant becomes as natural as breathing. You pluck the dying leaves and withered flowers. You poke the ground of your thoughts with comforting moments and warm memories. To seep down into your soul, the happiness you ought to deserve by now. Somehow no one emphasised how important it is to serve yourself the same care you so easily display to the world. So you create your own oasis. Amidst the ocean of tears. Both happy and sad. And let yourself just 'feel'. Regardless of the pressure of being 'something' or 'somewhere else'. And you for the first time show your skin to the world, scars and all. And realise there's no point in hiding any longer.
-Absquatulate-
And then we didn't even say goodbye,
we didn't even see each other one last time,
we didn't even have our meal together one last time,
we didn't even have our last laugh together,
we didn't even say a goodbye.
And they say goodbyes are a tough call, an art,
We couldn't even make that call willingly,
We couldn't even master that art,
We couldn't even say the goodbye.
And then your room is still the same, just a few missing safety pins,
Cause this must be real ,for I see you in only my dreams and photographs,
Were you ever here?
And it all feels surreal, cause,
We didn't even say that last goodbye.
If you can't recognise this, you've not lived well enough.....aishhhh pathetic
Hoarding earrings, but no piercings
So what if it's lost in time,
So what if I can't travel through time,
So what if I don't accept it,
So what if I'll shed not so precious globules,
So what if you won't exist anymore...
.....I will still keep those everyday bickers and banters, insignificant laughs , careful double takes , concerned scoldings , and obnoxious yet genuine presence of yours preserved in the bottomless pit of my heart.....
So what I won't exist anymore someday...
... I'll make every moment of yours to be scattered around like powdery pollens, easily slipping off places where not cherished, and flowering when accepted and cherished.
You will never not exist.
All these popular quote-sites here on tumblr are unfortunately crammed to the full with horribly boring yet still highly popular poets. If I list them by name people will get in my face like crazy, so I obviously won’t, I just want to vent how utterly frustrating it is that the good stuff (and there is actually good stuff to be found) is mixed with such horrible fucking bullshit.
Factsss
Bringing flowers to the grave I dug within myself..
“Paint to me (in words) the hell of dead machines.”
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Indian academia
Recently I have seen a lot of excellent posts in the dark academia tags which call out the euro-centrism of this subculture and also give great recommendations for non-white cultural academia. So I decided to put together works of Indian authors that I read growing up in India as a literature student. Please note this list leans heavily towards works centred on Bengal due to my own heritage, and is by no means comprehensive or meant to represent the entire, varied diaspora of India.
Historical/political fiction:
the lives of others by neel mukherjee: chronicling the rise and fall of a bengali family against historical events like the partition, the 1943 famines, the bengal emergency etc. diverse cast of characters retelling history through multiple povs, lyrical prose, incredible research providing an insight into naxalite bengal. talks about how it feels to be a leftist when you are born and brought up in bourgeois privilege.
the lowland by jhumpa lahiri: everything!! written by jhumpa lahiri!! should be savoured!! but this gorgeous book in particular made me UGLY CRY. to summarise without spoilers, it's a story about two brothers, separated by inches and then by miles, a story about student revolutionaries, bengal burning and boston beaches, and it's a story about a beautiful, brilliant, tormented woman who loves and loathes in equal measure.
the shadow lines by amitav ghosh:** intergenerational trauma, dhaka riots and the entwined histories of two families- one in london and the other in calcutta. sharp, bittersweet and sometimes rather scandalous. if you enjoy ggm's works try this.
a flight of pigeons by ruskin bond**: after her father is killed in the 1857 sepoy mutiny, an anglo-indian girl, her mother, and female relatives are given shelter by the muslim family of one of the chief rebels. set in north india near UP, ruskin bond's writing is powerful and explores found families and the price of imperialism and war. chef's kiss.
train to pakistan by khuswant singh: the horrors of post independence sectarian violence as recounted by a fictional village on the indo-pak border with a population largely comprising muslims and sikhs. a harrowing read but evocative and honest.
shalimar the clown by salman rushdie: allegorical story about the kashmir valley unrest, told through the insane, shakespearean revenge tragedy spun out by kashmiri tightrope walker shalimar who falls in love with boonyi, a beautiful pandit girl, a love that dooms him.
a fine balance by rohinton mistry**: four strangers' lives spill into each other as india crumbles under the 1975 emergency. this one has everything political commentary, social satire, depiction of economic hardships and a whole range of characters from diverse backgrounds. side note: it's a pretty heavy and tragic read, please be careful.
Societal stories
the guide by rk narayan: raju, an impoverished, street smart boy in a fictional south indian town takes to conning people as a tour guide but things spiral out of control when he has an affair with a married classical dancer. allegorical writing, funny and eccentric, and there's a LOT of satire about desi stereotypes: fraud religious leaders, scandalous village affairs, neocolonial mindsets and well, dancing. had a great read of this one. don't watch the film, it's inaacurate and the author himself didn't like it :(
malgudi days by rk narayan: set in the same town as the guide, a collection of short stories about the colourful lives of small town dwellers, from astrologers to doctors to postmen. it's funny and poignant in equal measure. there's not a single mediocre story in here, they're all just......charming.
interpreter of maladies by jhumpa lahiri: stories set in boston and bengal about ordinary indian people and ordinary indian lives which are just so, so MASTERFULLY written and in such crystal bright detail it feels all too real. I recommend a temporary matter, when mr pirzada came to dine, sexy, mrs sen and this blessed house.
em and the big hoom by jerry pinto**: a goan family in late 20th century mumbai + their experience when the mother is diagnosed with bpd. I haven't read this book but it was highly recommended by my friends + authors who are greatly esteemed by me
any and every work by ruskin bond because my man literally GREW up around ayahs and tonga drivers and lonely gardeners and sad kite-makers and friends in small places. I recommend road to the bazaar: a collection of short stories about north indian children involving tigers in train tunnels, beetle races, rooftop gardens and the feeling of being home again.
the white tiger by aravind adiga**: epistolary novel that deals mostly with the class struggle in india as told by a village boy, who travels to delhi for work and his slow rise to success through monumental obstacles. a good read to look into the lives and the plight of underprivileged workers and the persisting class disparity in globalised india.
city of djinns by william dalrymple: travelogue/memoir/anecdotes of the author's time in delhi as he researches for the detritus of history in the country capital. non fiction but every bit as riveting as a well spun story.
Retellings/Biographies
rajkahini (transl: stories of kings) by abanindranath tagore: stories about the rajput rulers of western india and their glorious, semi-mythological histories of battles and heartbreaks and visions. the author was often termed a lyrical artist because his descriptive prose is so good it feels like a painting put into words.
empress: the astonishing reign of nur jahan by ruby lal: a feminist biography of my favourite figure from history, nur jahan, and her deliciously satisfying ascent as the sole female sovereign in the line of the great mughals. but wow, what a woman.
the palace of illusions by chitra banerjee divakaruni: retelling of the great epic mahabharata but from draupadi's point of view. poetic and magical, and her descriptions of female rage and the unfairness of society even in mythical canon is SUPERB.
Poetry!
sarojini naidu: patriotism, society, feminism, romance
nissim ezekiel: postcolonial, satire
ak ramanujan: society, classical retellings, folktale inspired poetry
agha shahid ali: socio-political, ghazal inspired poetry
tishani doshi: feminist, contemporary
eunice d'souza: contemporary, gender politics
Pure self indulgent recs
hayavadana by girish karnad: a ridiculous, criminally hilarious play-within-a-play about a love triangle and accidental body/torso swaps and a goddess who couldn't care less and a man with a horse head. yeah.
devdas by sarat chandra chattopadhyay: pls stop shoving the movie down my throat it's the cringiest depiction of bengali culture ever but yeah the novel is 💗💗 and it's about childhood sweethearts dev and paro, the cost of obsessions and lusts and an enigmatic courtesan chandramukhi who keeps loving the wrong things.
any and every work by rabindranath tagore should be considered academia but in particular his short stories, like the kabuliwalah and the postmaster.
the byomkesh bakshi series by sharadindu bandyopadhyay: written in the vein of poirot but in colonial bengal, follows one (1) sleuthy boy and his sidekick as they unravel psychological crimes and murder mysteries. some stories are just genuinely scary and all have eclectic casts. sharadindu said homoerotic/feral women/immoral genius people rights!
Like I said this list is not comprehensive!!! But I tried my best!!! I think we should really try to decolonize our reading tastes. And yes I purposely left out Arundhati Roy (because she is literally the only Indian author ever recommended in lists) Vikram Seth (because I do not like him) and Roshani Chokshi (because any one of the above)
I hope you guys get some good picks from this list :)
[** has heavy trigger warnings]
This is the first time someone actually made a move to decolonize stuff which is so normalised in today's trends, instead of just complaining about it. AND I AM GONNA READ THE ONES WHICH I HAVEN'T ALREADY!
“The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.”
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Beauty.
Yemen is facing the worlds largest hunger crisis and the world is too quiet.
And it’s the children that pay the highest price. An estimated 85,000 children have lost their lives to extreme starvation alone. Every 10 minutes, a child under 5 dies of preventable causes in Yemen. When choosing what charities or goals you want to support during the last few days of Ramadan, I urge you to keep the children of Yemen in mind. And if you’re not celebrating Ramadan, or are not religious.. you’re still human.
These are a few of charities that I know of that you can donate to:
https://www.savethechildren.org.uk/how-you-can-help/emergencies/yemen-crisis?
https://www.muslimglobalrelief.org/yemen-appeal (100% donation policy)
https://oxfamapps.org.uk/yemen
https://www.dec.org.uk/appeal/yemen-crisis-appeal
http://sharethemeal.org
Remember, it’s the smallest donations that build up or even just rebloging/sharing would help. May Allah smile upon us all, and relieve the children of this world of their heartache.
The entire population of Yemen is expected to die by the end of this year.
If Yemen was 100 people:
80 need aid to survive
60 have nothing to eat
58 have no access to clean water
52 have no access to health care, however since Covid-19 their healthcare system has effectively collapsed
But Yemen is not 100 people
It’s 30.5 million humans
Guys this is a whole country that’s about to be EXTICT. Let’s not fail them
Prioritize this site https://www.muslimglobalrelief.org/yemen-appeal (100% donation policy)
As the UK has a long history of supporting Saudi Arabia
This is off-brand for my blog, but the humanitarian crisis in Yemen has been going for a while without proper coverage by the media and it is one of the worst famine crisis of our time.
Please consider reading about this and donating if you have the means. Spreading the word also helps
10 museums and art galleries to visit online while staying at home:
1. Pinacoteca di Brera - Milan https://pinacotecabrera.org/
2. Uffizi Gallery - Florence https://www.uffizi.it/mostre-virtuali
3. Vatican Museums - Rome http://www.museivaticani.va/content/museivaticani/it/collezioni/catalogo-online.html
4. Archaeological Museum - Athens https://www.namuseum.gr/en/collections/
5. Prado - Madrid https://www.museodelprado.es/en/the-collection/art-works
6. Louvre - Paris https://www.louvre.fr/en/visites-en-ligne
7. British Museum - London https://www.britishmuseum.org/collection
8. Metropolitan Museum - New York https://artsandculture.google.com/explore
9. Hermitage - Saint Petersburg https://bit.ly/3cJHdnj
10. National Gallery of art - Washington https://www.nga.gov/index.html
This is so amazing!