A Blog: *follows Me*

'Afreen Afreen' by Javed Akhter is the epitome of

very un-desi of me to assume that id be able to live my life without being told once to pursue a career in medicine by a relative

the new counterculture needs to be anything that involves zero makeup and curation. the revolution will not be ‘content creator’-able.

the day just started and ive already had a breakdown over the shitty education system how are y'all doing today

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

i think the reason i love dead poet’s society so much is just how it portrays this ideal teenage experience. getting up to mischief in the late hours of the night. a big band of friends you can mess around with. and discovering your own sense of individuality in a world where you conform or die. and then there’s this brilliant teacher who cares so much that he changes these kids lives. and it’s just beautiful.

and what’s most sad is how all this is ripped away from the characters and the viewers. in the end the merry times are but a memory. the band of friends grows and falls apart. and it shows how there’s the sense of you have to grow up and those childhood days have to be left behind.

i love it because there’s this life that i want captured on television, and it makes me sad that i can’t reach this ideal. then i feel a little better when i see that even this ideal can’t be met or sustained really. but it’s heartbreaking to think that i can’t have that. that all these brilliant things that happen just fall apart.

[and i know this isn’t really what the story is about but it’s what i see when i look at it]

SO WE ARE GETTING A WHOLE WEEK OFF FOR DURGA PUJA!! HAPPY FUCKING DAYS

THIS IS GREATT

It’s the way I nearly tripped acid when this popped up on my FYP

the fact that 2016 was 5 years ago and 2022 is just 4 months away is making my eye twitch…. need a support group for people who can’t process the linear progression of time