Similar coincidences

A photo posted by Shantanu Basrur // Shanty (@thefuzzface) on Jul 3, 2013 at 12:28pm PDT

22 months ago, Shanty (mentor/manager/friend) didn't know about my existence. We spoke for the first time in January of this year. Met a month later and have been working together since. However, that didn't stop him from coming up with a sketch that strikingly resembles my face. Akshar recently pointed out the image to me and so i asked Shanty about it. He shrugged. What are the chances? The caption he used for his sketch was a quote by Bryan Lilly: "The only reason to shave your beard is for the joy of growing it again."

True that. 

Get it?

Read what i'm going to write very carefully.









Yes, pay attention.

Summer resolutions

There are some things that i'd like to be part of in the not-so-faraway future. As a reminder, i'm listing them out. I can only hope i get down to business with at least a few of them, if not all.

• Wake up before sunrise
• Speak Urdu, Tamil, Kannada and French fluently 
• Smile more, laugh less 
• Dance, not any particular form, just dance
• Box, like Brad Pitt did in Snatch
• Pick up calls 
• Drive four-wheelers as well as those with two
• Sign given my signature ain't fixed YET
• Get comfortable with violin
• Garden and turn into a beautiful greenhorn 
• Learn to sing decently
• Talk (generally) less but without hesitation 
• Cook basic stuff 
• Write coherent long paragraphs 
• Stop advising others
• Read Urdu script 
• Run 10 miles at a stretch 
• Play table-tennis like Shayanta Paul 
• Redefine happiness
• Work really hard
• Complete 50 push-ups or sit-ups at a go
• Think more and deeply
• Pretend to be confident 
• Visit North-East India, especially Tawang 
• Watch at least 4-5 movies a week 
• Read 2 books a month 
• Openly talk to tweeps (just kidding!) 
• Meditate for at least 20 mins every morning
• Brush before going to bed
• Blog better shit

#LikeABoss

Speak for yourself. As soon as possible.




Like i just did.

Midnight tryst

If the world were to end tonight at 12, who would you like/want/need to go to? Who shall be that person whose heartbeat you'd like to listen to with your ear pressed against his/her chest? Will you waste your breath on words? If yes, what will you say that the person doesn't already know? Where will you like to spend those moments? Under the sky? On the terrace or balcony, letting the mosquitoes have their Last Supper while you are at it? Where else then? What will you cook or order for dinner? Or would you skip food to make tea for two? What if there are more than two involved? Will you huddle? How would that appear like? Silence doesn't suit a crowd, now does it? Who will be the first to break down? What will happen then? Will the TV be on? Would anyone take out their phone to see what the timeline says? Will there be pictures taken too...you know, for souvenirs? Awkward, eh? Thought so. 

Getting well soon

I'm not really keeping well. Some ache or an underarm lump or gastric discomfort always emerge from time to time. Top of the chart, it's been about nine days since i've been living-in with a neck sprain. The epicenter of pain keeps shifting from one point to another...secretly...behind my back. I even stopped using pillow but due to nocturnal gymnastics, not much changes for me during the daytime. It hurts. That said, some mornings are better than the others, especially those whereof i haven't woken up in the middle of the night to shit blood. I guess my days of blissful sleep are long gone anyway. And that must explain the bulging dark circle. I won't blame the shift in city though. If your system is inherently weak, you shouldn't go around blaming the environment. Moreover, Gurgaon has been relatively good to me even though i'm not really fond of it. The ugliest part about having poor health is your mind is never at peace. You stop thinking and start imagining stuff. That never did anyone good except John Lennon. And he TOO was shot! 

PS: To those who think, i need to see a doctor, i don't. I've seen more than enough of them. They are generally unkind, immensely capitalistic with minimum patience for what you've got to say about your feelings. In fact, i should visit a shrink for my emotional problems but i won't. 

PSS: You know what a group of doctors is called? Profit.

PSSS: Can't wait for this month to end. It's like a bad April Fools' joke that dragged on and on and on and on.

Avian swag

Birds come and go. But not without some drama in the interim. Take for instance the one featured in the above picture. The lazy being kept walking making it very difficult to click a more proper picture. It just wouldn't budge for a pose nor fight by flying away. That's the thing about birds in Gurgaon. They just don't give a fuck about humans. And it's true to not just this li'l bastard but also sparrows, larks, mynahs or some-birds-whose-names-i-haven't-figured-out-yet. 

My secret dream is to turn into a bird and pose like a stripper to anybody who's interested in my furry nudes.