If you are here it means the thumbnail worked. Stay for five more minutes, it will not change your sorry ass life but you’ll like it.
I don’t write too often. In fact, for the past seven months, I did not touch my keyboard. It is sad because I thought writing is what kept me alive so far. Obviously, I didn’t know what a couple of beers could do. I started writing here because I had some really good stories to tell, stories with moral values and other random shit. I’ve written about politics, friendship, reviewed movies and throughout this I’d realized making people smile with a little humor and stuffs that people find relatable like sexual deprivation is the most fun part of writing blogs. This one is not gonna have any of those because it is a rant. It is a rant against the man who single-handedly destroyed everything that I wanted to achieve before I turn 23. It is my birthday and I’m angry about it. I hate this man. He thinks it is okay to wake up at 11 am and order food online everyday. He doesn’t value money and time. He is averse to hard work and wastes most of his time watching pointless shit over the internet. He hates people in general but thinks there is nothing wrong with stalking a girl on facebook and spamming her inbox. He is okay with drinking at cheap bars on Saturdays. He is a menace. The trouble is, he is inside my head and he controls my life.
I believe your birthday is the aptest day to mourn and grieve for the increasing human population that has wrecked this planet up. Unless you have done something productive like writing a nice book, composing some good music or creating weapons of mass destruction, you don’t deserve a birthday celebration.
Seven months back I had to quit my job, drop all the work I was doing in the middle and leave for my hometown overnight. Seven months at home doing absolutely nothing productive, nothing that you love or give a damn about makes you very frustrated and leads to depression. This unproductive asshole in my head fed on the frustration and grew stronger and I got seriously depressed. No mom ‘Subah uthke walk pe jaao’ was not helping.
The past seven months of my life that got wasted, there is no point talking about it. But it has endowed me with many great life lessons. Take your seats, the preaching begins here. The most important, the one thing that I wanted to tell my readers, the main reason behind writing this blog is mental health and the sickening attitude of us Indians towards mental health. Depression is not just ‘in your head’ it is very much real. Mental health is urgent, far more urgent than you envisage. If you too suffer chronic anxiety or depression, acknowledge it and do not be afraid to seek help. Drugs are not the solution, no not even grass. Don’t be damn serious about life, you are not gonna escape it alive anyway. Making mistakes is okay, stop blaming and move on. And yes fuck D.B Weiss and David Benioff for ruining my favorite TV series. Fuck them.
I came back to Delhi in pehli fursat, got my friends, my room, my old stinky bed, unlimited wifi back and it is definitely helping.
PS- No I don’t have ‘Aparichit’ wala disease.
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