Words & Other Nonsense

Pune.

I really wanted to move out of Chennai. When the time drew near to the move, I wanted to stay. Once I moved here, I wanted to go back. Now I really can’t imagine going back, ever.

Rhetorical question #1. Why do people and places start seeming extremely alluring when your time with them starts running short? We try our best to hold on to things, to people. We get our kicks from possessing things, dead or alive.

Rhetorical question #2. Why do we give in to relationships when we know they’re going to leave us raw and vulnerable? We pick ourselves up, bleed and heal and sew up our broken hearts, and end up falling headfirst in the same pit. Rinse and repeat.

It ends every night, when you promise yourself you’re not into that kind of foolhardy anymore. And late at nights when you’re awake glued to your smartphone screen tapping away mind-numbing shit against your friends’ name is when you realise there’s still hope.

This tumblr is Four and a half year old. With hardly four original posts, so yeah, there’s that.

Planning to move to a different city. I am just realising how much clutter I have hoarded over the past year and a half. I came here with two bags and will be leaving with God knows how many. When do we stop hoarding? When do we realise that they’re things. Just things. No one is ever going to love you because you have things. Where did our honestly go? We would shoot someone in the head for a silly reason and yet think we are the good people. Everyone wants to be called the good, honest person around, but no one wants to act like it.

We can find excuses for everything.You’re late, yeah it’s the traffic. You’re lying, no I am just telling you a different perspective. You’re not honest, hey, I am the biggest saint around here!

We can blame everything on money, of the lack of it. I have too much work to do. I can’t travel. I can’t move to a city I want to live in. I can’t do what I really want to do.

We end relationships even before they begin. Hey, I think our wavelengths match, let’s start planning our wedding.

Where do we draw the line? Who gets to decide what part of our lives actually belongs to us, to do away with as we please? When does money stop being the only thing we go to work for?

Something I drew the other day. Reference here.