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JAMMING WITH MY MUSICAL DESOLATION
Siva tere kuch bi dikhai na de, Khuda iss saza se, Khuda iss saza se, Khuda iss saza se….., Riha hi na de….. Siva Tere sung by Madhubanti Bagchi, composed by Sanjay Leela Bhansali There is this haunting melancholic note with this composition that is haunting me at this dead of the night. Sleep has…
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Just An Angry Indian Cricket Fan
2015 was a disastrous campaign for the England cricket side in the world cup held in Australia and New Zealand as they lost to Bangladesh and eventually got eliminated in the group stage. Then, Eoin Morgan took responsibility and started rebuilding England in the shorter formats of the game. He slowly revamped the side with…
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Why I Am A Pessimist
I’m an out-and-out pessimist. I used to be an optimist back in the day, but as life gradually unfolded its diverse, complex layers, optimism began to fade away from the boundary of my consciousness. In the back of my subconscious mind, images of life as a wholly beautiful and ethereal experience started getting blurred as…
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Your Mind Is A Garbage Box
You call yourself a civilized society, but you still spit on the walls and throw bottles on the street. You still pee on street walls, even if it’s instructed against that particular action. Furthermore, you pray and worship god, but some of you still don’t possess basic humane qualities. You can go down to any…
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Floating In The Fabric of Emptiness
Detached from the illusory reality, I was floating like a jellyfish in the fabric of spacetime in the middle of nowhere. What I see before my eyes is a dark, empty reality, standing still in front of me, distant and cold, with lights oozing out of their existence. Everything hovering there is like a pandora…
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THE KILLER AMONG US
The murderer never got caught, despite the Police’s best efforts. He kept on committing sinful acts all around the city. He was always there, among us, fuelling his wicked mind every day in his lonely room. Furthermore, he was just a regular guy, playing with kids in the afternoon, stopping near the grocery shop now…
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FORGOTTEN
You will be forgotten, however good or capable you are. Your images inside people’s minds will deteriorate slowly and gradually like winter vanishing from the earth, giving way to a toiled summer. Everything that you have ever done for anyone will steadily be sent into someone’s mind’s recycle bin. This is the bitter truth, and…
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