Stupendously Sublime

My friends, i'm writing a raw emotional piece after a long long time, these sort of feelings used to come to me during my second year at college, where i was really struggling with my life. it was one of the darkest periods of my life, conversely i produced some of my finest poems during that time, i guess poetry does come from powerful misery when i look back at those lines i marvel the fact that i had such dark and brooding feelings where i could have taken any addiction to any length, but thank the lord i didn't. My junior recently asked me why was i so serious, i said i'm not serious, i'm sombre and yes that does seem worse because it is worse. This feeling originates from obsessive overthinking and trust me i have had a lot of time to think about the world, my friends, my life and what will happen in the future. And sometimes it feels that i'm just existing, moving through time as it flows past me and i'm trapped in my own lethargy which i can't seem to

Dear unfortunate reader, i am not in a good mood, no i'm in a possibly vile mood, no strike that too, i'm in a mood that will drive me to murder in a painful and excruciating way that society in general will shudder to think that a man can be so violent, yes that is the type of mood i'm in (perfect), i'm usually pissed at the use of cliche's while reading anything unless and until the particular piece is using cliche's to slam those dirty little buggers(cliche's). Yet i find that these sort of expressions are very commonly used and then overused to an extent where i find that i simply can't stomach them and i stop reading the aforementioned piece. But this overkill simply does not seem to penetrate the thick concretish skulls of our esteemed press, print or electronic media. They just keep on slinging that shit in our direction and because of lack of choice we simply wipe our faces and struggle forward in the storm of flying shit to the crux of the matt

I have recently read an immensely enjoyable book by the name of Percy jackson and the olympians, it is a fantasy tale about a demi god, percy jackson who is the son of poseidon. Cutting a long summary short it is the typical fantasy, hero, prophecy, harry potteresque book. But the main crux being that it is immensely enjoyable, written wittily and with a tongue in cheek humour, the pages just flew by me and before i knew it i had read 5 books in about a week. The reason that i have written this post is not to glorify a book, but to tackle a concept which i had forgotten completely about- Hubris or pride. It is one of the seven deadly sins as identified by the church, and for a writeup on other sins do visit Pranav Hundoo's blog. But why this particular word caught my fancy was because of percy jackson and something that i had said to my mother today. " Once you make a decision, back it." yeah, i know you might think i have got a big mouth to be talking to my mother like t