When thinking about analyzing the self, what came into my mind is one of the most iconic poetry called Song of Myself by Walt Whitman. This poem is from his collection of amazing poetry from his book Leaves of Grass, a treasure would be just an understatement. Below in it’s entirety for your reading pleasure.
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Is it easy for you to ask for help when you need it, or do you prefer to rely only on yourself? Why?
When you’re drowning, you don’t say ‘I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,’ you just scream.
– John Lennon
They call me The Nameless One
And you probably know that already. Well since asked, my earth born name is Aditya (among many others by which this one is known) which my pop named me when I was born after this guy. He was reading a magazine about this legendary industrialist business tycoon. Way to think/dream big, Pop. Just that he died after a few years of my birth, which I suppose is not to be taken well… In any case, here is me. Also if you just wanna know, my name translates to Sun/Sun God in Sanskrit, not that it matters though.
To be or not to be but always be me
If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why? If that seems too easy, try this one: who would you like to have spend a day as you and what do you hope they’d learn from the experience?
Actually I answered both of these in a way, here and here. The latter while there are many who I think should go through my shoes and eyes, but hey that’s what in a way this blog exists right?
And (again) today marks 75 years of the birth of that one which lead to the creation of the superhero and action genres – Superman. Who wouldn’t want to be Superman?
Weekly Photo Challenge: Kiss
For this one, I couldn’t think of anything cool, sweet or whatever. Made me think that I have witnessed from humans to otherwise lot of beautiful moments, but alas I could never actually capture it say for in my mind. Well guess somethings aren’t meant to be captured on a lens. (or that is something which a
loser amateur photographer would say, I guess)
So here is my entry which I thought would be best (for now) and well, at least relevant.
Sorry ladies, that is my true love, my laptop. (well, for now) 😛
Who do you spend the most time with?
“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.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Unique
This week’s challenge was another interesting one, and when I thought about something unique, isn’t it ironic that there are so many in our world and universe which
is are unique? Unique in their own ways?
The best representation of unique for me is
Who or what else could it be? Who could be more unique than yourself in this existence? Well sorry to sound also pessimist here at the same time, we are all drowning in this vast ocean of unique individuals here who do big things and achieve great wonders. While I admire many such people myself, never fail to recognize oneself as important, that is the first step in achieving something in life, Or at least it will help you not be suicidal.
Coming to the picture above, as you can already see how I look by just looking a bit at the left, that picture was taken in the Mumbai Comic-Con 2012. There was booth for promoting The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey too and ‘best photographs’ were in for some prizes. I don’t know how they judged, maybe for cos-players but needless to say I won some cool The Dark Knight Rises merchandise 😀
And I got that Guy Fawkes mask from the BombayMerch booth, which is one of the most famous online shopping sites in my city which is founded and owned by a very old friend of mine. Always wanted (an authentic) one and got it, known by the epic graphic novel/movie V for Vendetta and used by infamous hacktivist group Anonymous, as it has become a symbol of freedom and revolution.
Beneath this mask, there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask, there is an idea. And ideas are bulletproof.
You receive a call from someone you don’t expect. Who is it, and what is the conversation about?
I don’t get calls from people I’m supposed to expect, unexpected is out of question. Actually I don’t expect anyone to call me at all.
I might just call myself and talk about what the hell I’m doing.
My Eulogy for Myself
Writing my eulogy. This is a whole new level of talking to myself and about myself, and here both of them put together! Quite naturally I don’t know where on earth (?) I’ll be when I kick the bucket, I have this paradoxical feeling of ‘worrying’ of dying alone, and at the same time
much preferring wanting that. So here it goes, sort of:
The beast is no more, and has gone to ride beyond this world, if such a thing exists that is. Mere words won’t do justice to him, or more honestly there are no words for that matter. I would have like to have called him my friend, but I doubt anyone of us could honestly say so. He wasn’t the greatest out there, nor the most attractive, but what made him special was he was always himself and always tried to be true to himself and ones around him. He was\ the bravest, and craziest person I ever knew. I wonder what all he managed to accomplish before he kicked the bucket, but I sincerely hope he was personally satisfied in the end, which he wasn’t at all at any given time. He would have not have believed someone would say this as he was always the lone-wolf, but in all sincerity I will miss that son of a gun. I hope he found some measure of peace in the end.
Well that would be about it, although as I already mentioned above, I would rather have and most likely will as I think now that I’ll be on my own. The idea of laying dead on the bed with hundreds (number depends on how famous/rich you are) around you mourning (depends, many of which is just obligatory) doesn’t much appeal to me. If I have one wish, someone play a Linkin Park song on my passing, or a good tune. Well I won’t be hearing that when I kick the bucket, so that won’t matter either way.