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She is my Her

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Bro, don’t lose her. ~ Musicpervs.

Musicpervs March 2021

Few housekeeping from last week:

I was close to losing a ‘Memento Mori’ medallion. In fact I had already given up the hope of finding it but as it turns out it found me. Again!

I almost passed out at my workplace. Reason: unknown. Prospective suspects: Might be because of exhaustion. Might be the stress. Might be because of poor eating habits. Might be because of lack of sleep.

New book on my wishlist: The Beginning of Infinity by David Deutsch.

Looping podcast:

  • Finding happiness amid the ordinary collisions of life. Link here.
  • Robert Greene on How Lack of Emotional Control Will Ruin You | Conversations with To‪m. Link here.

Books I’m reading:

Apparently shuffling between 12 Rules of Life by Jordan B Peterson. The obstacle is the way by Ryan Holiday and Atomic Habits by James Clear.

Heart melting and thought provoking web-series ( that I’m currently watching with my girlfriend):

Please find attached. Link here.

Favorite quote for the week:

Neil Strauss, “When cleaning a room, it often gets messy before it gets orderly. The same is often true for cleaning your mind. So be patient and persevere with your own journey. “The only way out is through”.

Question I’m pondering over:

What do I actually want?


I’ve admitted this for I can’t recall how many times but for sure — she’s my Her — that I had forever been searching for.

No lies. She makes me feel like I’m the start and I’m the end of her. 

No lies: It’s all about, all the love and all the feels and all these ephemeral precious moments we expend together.

I only wish I can reciprocate a fraction of what she does for me.

For, she has never failed to amaze me with her pure love and grace. 

For, she has always been there for me even when I’m not with myself.

Hands-down. She is my Her.

She’s my prayer.

Namaste.

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25th

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“Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only with what you are expecting to give — which is everything.”

~ Katharine Hepburn in Me : Stories of My Life:

Anuv Jain – MISHRI (Studio)

To my b u f iiiiii,

With you,

everyday is a prayer.

everyday is a blessing.

Happy 19th Mangsir for your 25th.

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The One

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Genuine Friends Don’t Keep Scorecards

~ Marcus Aurelius

Prateek Kuhad – did you/fall apart

I was once unsure if anybody would like me, let alone fall in love with me. or accept me for who I was. I use to feel ugly, lacking, and … fucked gorgeously!


That’s my story when i was in my 10th, 11th, 12th all the way to the 2nd year of my undergraduate degree at Islington. But after that, something organically changed.

Long story short, I clearly remember that this holy ramification in my mindset over my own identity came about only after I met my best friend. Manish — a sweetheart of Tangal, Patan.

As, someone wise, unbeknownst once said, all you need to get through all the shitloads of thick-and-thins in life — is just one person.

Fuck,

He is the one in my life!


He taught me to take care of my own shit. Embarrassing and Inflammatory as it may sound but he honestly did teach me to dress up, taught me to talk to seniors or even the girls; For simplicity sake, let’s just say that HE’s the one who had me Man Up!

Above all, he also (without-him-knowing) taught me an important lesson for life, and, i.e, — to Love Myself!


YES

L.O.V.E

Y.O.U.R.S.E.L.F!


He’s a forever — Brother! Friend!

More on our bromance here.

Or just search for ‘Manish‘ on this blog and you’ll find plenty.

P.S. Feel free to fool around my articles, poems, et cetera from as early as 2010 here.

Photo Courtesy: SV
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November 3

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“Hurry up and live.”

~ Seneca

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOIF74Hk80A
Kasoor – Prateek Kuhad

Another November 3.

2019.

2018

2017


A note to myself.

As you age, weight of responsibilities gets broader and deeper. The answer is Jordan Peterson. Embrace!

As you age, the world will reveal itself as more free, more mad, less obvious and less real. Pull Tim Ferris. Sam Harris. Derek Sivers. Paul Graham. Tim Urban. Cal Newport. Change with time but be mindful!

As you age, the mountains trail to whatever you want to triumph become brutally rough and imperative. As Ryan Holiday beautifully put it, “The obstacle is the way.” Pick your mountain!

As you age, resistance, comfort and distractions look out for you to ease, grease and befriend you. Remember Steven Pressfield. Be aware!

But as you age, you’re more in control of your own life; in control of your — small, big, naive and important choices. James Clear is there to point you to the right direction. Merely, know your weaknesses! Work on them.

Like Paul Swanson — Contemplate!

You’re growing. Soar!

You’re aging. Age gracefully!

Happy November to us brother!

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I pray

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Harrison Storm – Feeling You

She confronts, she wants to die only after I pass away because I’m a mess without her. Rightly so!

I can’t imagine a day of my life without her.

I couldn’t be more happy we had that piece of conversation among many others things. Over texts though!

But, I hope this genuine feeling we have in our hearts means at least something or better yet Everything with capital ‘E’ for both of us — throughout our lives.

Enough!

For our best of times.

In crushing days.

During countless ordinaries we’re to walk together.

I pray!

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New Year Eve 2020

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Tsimtsum – Mike Nowak

Be logical! New year is just like any other ordinary day. The only new stuff about it, is a marketed sugar.

~ I

My eve.

Candid chat with all my best friends.

Got back from work and straight to the gym.

Workout regimen until 9:15PM. Alone!

“Seinfeld strategy put on test, again!

Dinner at 10:00PM.

Melting conversations with both siblings. @sabishrestha and @bishow_writes

Wrote an email to the admission office at approximately 11:15PM

If you are feeling lucky, click.

Happy New Year Eve, ya’all!

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Bishow Shrestha — Refreshed

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Lucky, I have a brother who’s also my soul friend.

He is the reason why I never really cared about wasting energy in forced companionship.

For I was born with one forever friend and that’s him, a worthy heritage to forever flaunt, to forever flare.

Touch wood.

He is the reason why I’d never really care if somebody or anybody disses me, be yesterday, today or tomorrow.

He gave me an utter freedom to happily enjoy my lonesomeness. He is why I can be alone at will and still thrive because his cocoon was ever present whenever I needed one.

He never asked for my attention because he knew in his heart that he has my whole heart.

He was always there through most of my terrible thick and thins —  gladly he lived my plights, my stories.

Glad, he still does.

Our humble relationship as twin brothers, or be it as the funniest two bones  — will certainly end one day, not today.

hope not ever.

p.s.We shared the same warmish womb together, didn’t we? And that’s the cutest thing I’ll forever cherish having done that with you.

Bishow Shrestha.

Lucky to have you.

Lucky to have two.

Always.

Forever.

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Grandmum

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Bill Withers – Lean on Me

Mostly, like every other saturday, I went to meet my maternal grandmum.

Part of the reason why I visit her is that she’d confronted it many times that she waits for the weekend to arrive whenin she expects to meet her grandchildren or so-to-say, experience a different flavor of the day than usual.

Question

Why am I writing about this?

Answer

Well, primarily, in hope that perhaps you can too take this 2 minutes post as a reference, plus our bird-eye view of experiences — the bond, a story, warmth and the chill, I and my grandmother share, and use them as it best fits your lifestyle, your time or schedule with your own grandparents if you’ve one! Until you have one!

And, secondly, I’m writing in utter hope that via this post, some of our joy and sense of belonging will brush off on you and perhaps reshape your perception on nurturing both family relationships as well as the inevitable shits!

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Quite sadly, I’ve been to houses where people seemingly value their pets more than they do to their elderly parents. I know it’s none of my business but it forever felt wrong and sad and heartbreaking! Please don’t do that kind of shit at your household!

Instead, I request you to go and speak or at least call them every once in a while without agenda or sense of urgency or need or false desire. Just do it, SELFLESSLY!

It’s a different thing that unlike many old age parents, my grandma is exceptionally outspoken, very open-minded plus that too with a high-quality organic sense of humor. But like most aged parents she’s very very emotional too.

Sometimes as we exchange, she’d cry. Sometimes she’d get upset and won’t speak to anyone. But, for most of the time as we two lay on her bed and gossip with each other about all the random stuffs — I’ve always enjoyed watching her laugh a lot.

Watching people smile truly is an antidepressant!

Meanwhile, it never ceases to amaze me that she always has plenty of hard core life philosophies to chat about. For example, just as I was listening to her this evening, she had broughten up these words for exactly three times during an hour long candid conversation; Words :-

जिन्दगी मा के नै छ र है बाबु, आज भोली छैन ।

~ मा

I reckon, aaaah! the purity of emotional wealth on these simple words coming from her time and again and my Awareness?! post which I’d written just this thursday are somehow vertically opposite. Resonating. Compensating. Intersectecting.

To the nutshell, our grandparents need us today, now, not our sympathy after they’ve left.

p.s. Some fascinating flashbacks I cherish with my grand-dy that I’d want to seize with this post for forever

  1. her time-and again asking me for a favor to download all old songs into her forever changing flashcards
  2. her, saving snacks like cashew nuts, almonds, walnuts, redbull, coconut milk & juices, noodles —— for me.
  3. our bike rides together.
  4. her ever changing inventories of favorite things to do/ haves.
  5. her asking me to never hurt anybody, specially mum.
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Stop feeling special on your birthdays

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For the last two years I’ve not missed writing stuffs on my birthday.

  1. Here’s one that went on 2018
  2. And the one published during november of 2017

Now, here goes one — again!

This time however, I insist upon ‘stop feeling special on your birthdays’.

Why you ask?

[Well, well, well. Because! ]

First, for fuck sake, stop sleepwalking and ask yourself, why do you feel (or precisely stimulated to feel) so so special on this one day while mostly it’s your same self who’s sick, stick, stiff, stuck, dumb, exhausted, soul-less, worthless, defeated, broken, sad, complaining, inadequate, impatient, empty, searching, scratching and scrolling for the rest of the year?

Why?

Is that because, your so called friends or relatives who’d otherwise go into a year long hibernation come out of nowhere to drop a fucking ‘Happy birthday to you beloved or you are such a lovely sweetheart, HBD! or many many happy returns of the fucking day or love you infinitely and wish you tons and tons of happiness on this birthday sorts of Facebook messages, whatsapp texts, instagram stories, et cetera.

[ to be continued]

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