I had responded to this exact same question asked via Plinky prompts months ago here. Not so surprisingly things remain the same. These days a lot of it are same with the daily prompt. More new ideas needed people!
Here is another post you might like more, Life Before and After Cellphones.
Okay so the title is just partially true, as technically I never had a room of my own so far, and the living room was always ‘my room’ (except when the kitchen and toilet were required that is)
When I think about over a decade ago, my home didn’t have over half the things there is today, and yet seemed messy. Here is a previous post specifically on my living room.
As you can see from there, except the bed with a different thing on it back then, nothing was is present now was there. Since it’s phoneography month going on, here is another picture.
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The folding table which is now loaded with my sister’s laptop and junk was on the opposite side of the room and only used when we had guests over for dinner in the house. And one thing I recall, despite having a big bed in the bedroom and another one in the (which I currently crash in) hall (the more common word here for living room). The (almost) entire family used to sleep here on the floor (with the mattresses and all that stuff of course). Only my grandma used to sleep in the bedroom as she used to get up at times for various reasons. I didn’t quite understand why, despite having enough room leaving only person to crash on the floor, which no minded or actually cared about then.
Well as years rolled by, when I was 14 or so, she became bed-ridden and was present in the hall while I stilled crashed on the floor and the rest three viz pops, mother and sister slept in the bedroom as it was enough for three. She died in June 2011, and now I sleep in her bed since then. Guess now everyone have grown too old for sleeping on hard surfaces too. 😛
If you could be any fictional character in the world, who would you choose to be? Why?
For me, this is the answer. And well for those who know me, was pretty much obvious.
Every child needs a Super Hero growing up. For as long as I can remember my super hero has been Batman. I have always been a Batman fan, ever since I could read and make sense of things.
Wait, let me tell you the truth. For as long as I can remember I have always wanted to BE Batman. So it wasn’t just a fictional character, this was a real deal.
I could relate to Batman, if I really wanted it bad enough I could be Batman, and I think that’s why I was so obsessed and motivated by Batman is because Batman was is real, he is one of the only few super heroes with no super powers or whatsoever. Unless you consider money, which is the biggest real world super power. Well not really.
Batman wasn’t born a super hero, he made himself one.
“A hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a little boy’s shoulders to let him know that the world hadn’t ended.”
– Batman (The Dark Knight Rises)
Anyone can be Batman, you just have to want it bad enough, you can choose to be your version of Batman.
Batman had to earn everything he had. I loved thinking like this. It made even the impossible, possible. They aren’t just the best stories in the world. They aren’t just stories. They are life lessons. Legends.
Speaking on this subject, let me introduce you to this project, a documentary about you, the fans. Experiences about bat-fans from many walks of life, and how Batman has had an impact on our lives. A must know for every bat-fan. Legends of the Knight. Spread the word and be a part of it!
WE are BATMAN.
Basically the title comes from three of my favourite songs from my most favourite band Linkin Park which describes my life in a way. The lyrics explain it so beautifully that I don’t need to explain anything.
”The best lyrics are the ones that describe your emotions in ways you always wanted to say but could never find the words” – Mike Shinoda
Breaking The Habit
Somewhere I Belong
From The Inside
If you could visit any city in the world, which city would you pick and why?
That’s an interesting question, I always wanted to travel around the world.
There are many places I would like to visit (not just limited to cities) first. Waiting for time and the opportunity to present itself. I would love to go to New York, for pretty much everything. NY is like the bigger better version of my home city Bombay (I guess). I want to visit Los Angeles and San Diego too, for being in most awaited events of the year which being E3 and SDCC. Besides always wanted to see Hollywood too. Others being the glorious city of Rome, London, Istanbul, Montreal, Vancouver just to name a few which I can think of at the moment.
Alright that title was simply referring to the 1994 classic movie Forest Gump.
What do I prefer more between a beach or a forest? Well that is an interesting question. I love forest areas and spent quite some quality time in them. It’s like an isolation away from the current world, to a world of peace. even if it’s not in literal sense. And speaking of beaches, in my great city, that is a joke. There is garbage in the name of beaches here. Heard in some other parts there are good ones, but I don’t recall the last time I’ve spent quality time at one. I would like to be at a good beach one day and sleep on a hammock looking at the ocean and the sun, and thinking about all that happened. I’ll wait for that day. Besides there is a (not so kid friendly) thing here on my bucket list too.
Differences and Similarities: which divides us more?
This is a very good question to ponder upon. It can be viewed on at many levels, from individuals to a country. We all have people in our lives and around us with both traits. We tend to bond with those who are similar to those, with similar interests, tastes and likings but at the same time we are also like having different people with all these different opinions and different views of the world. Doesn’t that make everyone of us special?
But coming to which of them which divides us more, that is the tricky aspect. It is in truth, more of a rhetorical question as an argument for each can be correspondingly countered with the other. Differences can lead to many new areas, but they can widen the area too much. Similarities can bring some together, but too much of it leads to fanaticism. Each one stretched beyond a limit in their direction leads to separation.
Similarity and Difference are integral parts of each other. You can’t pick one over the other. What makes us all similar is that we all are different.
The hardest decision of my life is to continue to live on this planet. Sorry if that sounded a bit (or a lot) cheesy, but that’s the truth. It’s not fate we are suffering existing living, it’s our choice. There were many instances in life where I had to make a difficult decision, even when it was simple. We always have a choice, even if all the remaining options are bad ones. This is the only thing which comes to my mind when I think of the hardest decision I had to make. Well not counting those in RPGs like The Witcher games of course.
“You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with”. If this is true, which five people would you like to spend your time with?
So I should say I’m the average of 5 times me, which makes myself me. I know that didn’t make sense, but it’s the true story. I spend most time with myself and the next closest be it family or friends dosen’t even come close.
Unless you consider my laptop and bed people that is, in which case I’m a crazy lazy fucking cyberpunk, which I’m sort of.
If I were to think of three important years in my life — not including the year I was born, well quite honestly I must say there is not one which I can pin point to be very important, let alone three. I might go on and say many years, but the reasons for them would only include things which happened in the world, like a new book or movie and not exactly fully pertaining to my personal life, even though if they played a big role in it.
Instead here I asked my mother this question to which she replied:
-1982. She got her first job. She was 20 and despite her poor family problems and upbringing, she has Masters of Commerce, Certified Associate of Indian Institute of Banking, works in a bank and being a 51 year old woman today going to get her third degree in Human Rights. Despite being a working woman both in office and home, she studies now because she gets bored, and goes bonkers because of me, and wants to ‘inspire her son’ to do something useful 😛
So far I’m 21 and still useless. Way to go mother.
-1990. She got married to my pop. I still ask her how did she marry him. Well she was the papa’s girl so. That worked out well, I guess. At least I’m not on the roads so…
-1992. Apocalypse. I was born. Nothing more to say. 😛
On asking my father the same question, he replied with only one:
-1995. He managed to put me in school. Was a big relief for him back then. Not so much now, thanks to my brilliant performance in college and in general. Ah well, life isn’t over yet right?
So which years are important to you?
The Nameless One 