
[Quora] If we all end up dying, what’s the purpose of living?
I’ll be honest here, the latter of the previous year and this whole year has been the worst phase of my life in almost all aspects so far, and only time will tell (along with my own decisions and actions which remains to be seen) how long this goes before it ends. The previous year at this time I was fighting depression and loneliness, just as I am right now, juts albeit lesser than before. Must say the two couple years (’11 and ’10) circa were very beautiful. But the ones before them (’09 and ’08) were again not quite pleasant. So maybe it’s a pattern here, and (hopefully!?) next year will be better.
Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us. – Calvin
Who is the most important person in your life?
I honestly don’t know what to answer to this question. It’s perhaps my mother, who brought me into this world, and well, so far is keeping me intact, even though I’m not that close to her (or anyone else for that matter). It’s perhaps my ex-girlfriend, who made me into the current better version of myself, both when we were together and now unfortunately due to circumstances who is not there with me. Perhaps it’s my own self, because if I’m not there, there is nothing to even think about, but that might sound a bit narcissistic and perhaps stupid.
I don’t know, I’ve stopped finding absolute points in the important aspects of life (and others). I’m more into co-existence and amending.
“Chronic remorse, as all the moralists are agreed, is a most undesirable sentiment. If you have behaved badly, repent, make what amends you can and address yourself to the task of behaving better next time. On no account brood over your wrongdoing. Rolling in the muck is not the best way of getting clean.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World
Can’t think of a better one about a certain rad community than Comic Con happening at the moment here in Mumbai, 21-22 December 2013! It’s dubbed as Mumbai Comics & Films Convention here additionally, since it’s just starting to grow here.


That crowd.

The no. of stars are uncountable, probably infinite, but for us the sun is only one…
Well there have been some such moments, which I don’t actually keep a track of, except for online/real life exchanges of gifting. You might be familiar with the concept of secret santas, where people gift others anonymously, high-lightly strangers. Here is a small history of my own at redditgifts, a site dedicated in spreading joy and happiness. 🙂
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
The days in passing haven’t been much eventful for most of the part in a long time for me. I keep looking for just the feeling of being alive. In this on-going expedition of mine, which isn’t the most gratifying of experiences. From meeting an old friend, to one who is finally having things work for them, till the one who is still sailing at the storm, it’s not anything big, but the small ones which keeps reminding me to keep looking, to keep fighting.