Apne dimaag ko naa storage ke tarah nahin, processor ke tarah istamaal karo.
Translation: Use your brain as a processor not as storage.
we say stupid meaningless things and then i say you are so stupid and then you respond with you are so lame and then we fall into a lull of joy while contemplating the ever impending sadness that surrounds us at all times.
I want to cry with it
can we buy joy
i wanna spread it across places
can we buy broken hearts
i want to mend them all
can we buy bittersweet memories
i want to make symphonies out of them
can we buy lost faces
i wanna bring to them familiarity
can we buy love
HOW HAVE I STILL NOT SEEN BEFORE MIDNIGHT?
and now i am going to watch it with Boyhood. which i wont wait a theatrical release for.
one day this blog will be what is left of me. and it will be cool. cause the blog is cool.
“The broken ankle and the lost book”
“Like a stagnant pond”
“this is horrible.make it stop.”
this isn’t about the joys and haplessness of working. but more of a testimony to the fact that sometimes you confine yourself to the absolute norm to fit in sufficiently till that day comes and you realize you arent doing this for yourself, so what is the whole purpose