Life, The Universe, And Everything In Between

if i wait or procrastinate any more the future becomes a closed door days weeks months years decades ideas go to waste and memory fades https://youtu.be/EnP8uuZxyog?si=8S-5j74uuNOstFi1 Hello my little itty bitty princess girl, will i get to see you do all that I could not do in the future or will I become a victim of nature’s fury when we least expect it’s vengeance to come down from the sky or rise up from deep beneath our feet so that we don’t repeat the mistakes of our ancestors just like I hope you won’t do all the apparently wrong deeds that I did but I bid the past adieu the moment I was blessed with you by my bholay so chill out it’ll be okay every day we are alive we can foray further and farther into the future that lies vast and unpredictable it's almost unbearable to wait for you to grow up but every day you learn and i feel bolder about you as you grow older, because: if i wait or procrastinate any more the future becomes a closed door days weeks months years decade...

  Adwitya is learning fast, and learning well. The first thing I learnt when I grew up was that everyone dies. I won’t live forever. My legacy will. We love watching over the top apocalyptic survival scenarios in movies and TV shows and OTT because we like to try to imagine what we would do if we were in such a situation. In fact, I had written my first novella about such a situation, about how I would climb the Himalayas to escape the death and destruction in northern India's plains due to an artificial disaster . We can only prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Example gratitia Adwitya just learnt that we should go under a table if an earthquake happens. We are helpless against nature's fury, which is why I live by 6hourism . A lot of things Adwitya does make me curious about how the human brain learns about how to live the best life possible. Another example: I observed her trying a new experiment today: pulling a few of her hair to test when it starts to pain ....

  Sapno me hume jo khayaal aate hain Jaagne pe wo kahan kho jaate hain? Kya hota hai chhupa hua mann me Jo sirf ujaagar hota hai sapno ke bhram me? https://youtube.com/shorts/EqT4ZJVBphU Sundar bhavishya ke liye aasha karte hain Jo bura bhala hua ateet me bhool jate hain Aaj, abhi, isi samay, isi waqt, isi ek shran me Vartamaan me saare aane waale pal hain Chahta hu main Adwitya jeete poori duniya Likhe apni zindagi me manpasand kahaniya Mile ise poori azadi apni manmarzi karne ki Bina kisi ko dukh diye, apni khushi batorne ki Yehi hai humari khwaish, yehi humari aarzoo Badhiya belated happy birthday party to me and Happy independence days to all of you Check out all my raps n rhymes too And happy national space day

Based on a screen shot. Or maybe it's just a whim on the anniversary of the birthday I have.  I won't allow the obvious potty humour. We deserve better. As a cohesive society. It's a remembrance of blogging days today, when attention spans exceeded tweets. Still, it's a sign of the times that we are 'developing' 'ahead'. No matter what happens, deep breaths (sighs) and patience will aid the time interval left to the ultimate end. Peace. #6hourism  

(From Up From Slavery: an autobiography) Scene 1  Characters: BTW + Olivia Davidson  (Setting: office in school; od has just joined the school as a teacher) Btw (b): I hope you are not too tired from the journey, ma'am? Od (o): Not at all! I'm used to travel; before coming here to Tuskegee, I spent quite some time around the South of our country! B. I'm honoured by your decision to join our small institution. O. Not at all! The privilege is mine, Mr Washington. If we can teach our fellow men and women to utilise our new-found freedom, it would mean the world to our future generations! B. We are on the same page, Ms Davidson. O. Shall we have a look at the school, then?  B. Why, certainly! Allow me to show you the way. (Outside the school) B. This is it, I'm afraid. This little old shanty and that abandoned church are the only roofed buildings the townspeople have generously lent to us to hold classes.  O. Well, we must put them to good use! B. I agree. The coloured y...

The vision presenter's voice rang sweet and clear. His intonation hit the perfect chords, just as every detail of his unblemished facade was crystal clear. It was as it should be, since I had set the controls for - no, not the heart of the sun, yet I wished I could - maximum clarity. I wanted to see the show, and more so because the show was about me.