I don’t think I’ve ever had hobbies. I mean, if by hobby you mean something pleasant and recreational, then nah. If by hobby you mean something frustrating and impotent, or if there is any potential involved, then that is a potential for failure, then sure. Continue reading “Of Hobbies”
Continuing with this month’s theme of pop and philosophy, I have The Cure’s “Mint Car” for you today. The Cure do plenty of happy numbers, but this one’s, like, the definition of what it is to be happy. Continue reading “Of Vanilla Smiles and Strawberry Kisses”
It’s a strange, paradoxical concept really. All the evidence points against it. You might even call it a clever ploy to get attention, for we all know by now what constitutes as the most attractive quality in the world – vulnerability. People would be too darn obnoxious, even unloveable, if they did not hate themselves a little. Continue reading “Of Self-Hate”
This is like my generation’s “Hello, Goodbye” (you know, that song by The Beatles about the dialectics of relationships). Continue reading “Of Hot and Cold”
I’ve had a couple of things making me anxious this month. Not bad things, just pressing things. And now, something’s come up that’s pressing even more on one of those things. To quote Freddie Mercury, “I’m going slightly mad.” Continue reading “Of Timing”
I am sorry I have been missing from the blogging scene for a few weeks. But, I have a solid alibi for where I’ve been.
It isn’t the usual excuse – having a blogging/existential/both crisis. Well, it sort of is, but it has been more of me trying to avoid having a crisis in the first place.
Or I’ve been hypnotised by the very pretty Simon Baker, which has resulted in me bingewatching his TV show The Mentalist. Continue reading “Of Distraction”
One of life’s fundamental truths states, ‘Ask and you shall receive.’ As kids we get used to asking for things, but somehow we lose this ability in adulthood. We come up with all sorts of excuses and reasons to avoid any possibility of criticism or rejection. – Jack Canfield
What the superior man seeks is in himself; what the small man seeks is in others. – Confucius Continue reading “Of Searching”
I don’t see why there should be a point where everyone decides you’re too old. I’m not too old, and until I decide I’m too old I’ll never be too f**king old. – Lemmy Kilmister
I am 28. Indian. Female. I am called Amrita. I don’t know what that means to you. I am not quite sure what it means to me either. Continue reading “Of Women and Aging”
It’s not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me. – Stephen Fry