Jalebi Stories

So, yeah. I have dedicated my entire blog to this particular movie. But why? Is it because I loved the movie that much? No. In fact, I hated it. Not because, I didn't like the way the movie was made. I didn't have any issues with the story, acting, direction, etc. It's simply because I didn't like the way it made me feel. It reminded me of something I had long forgotten. And that is, 'everybody has to die someday.' That's the one thing everybody knows, but no one wants to think about since its so depressing. Now, why am I writing a blog about this? No, I ain't afraid of dying. But I am afraid of one thing. My only fear is, what if I spend my entire life, without actually living. Time is passing by, every second, irrespective of what I do. There's nothing I can do to stop it or  change it. I can't even go back in time or see my future, believe me I don't want to. So, with every passing second, it feels like I am losing someth...

Why I Hate Every Monday The minute my eyes open, I gently shut them back, Going back to sleep, Isn’t an option that I have, As I struggle to push myself off my bed, There is a sensation I feel beneath my legs, “I do not want to go to work” I say, It’s just something I cannot do, Even after sleeping for ten-odd hours, I still have no energy, To bring myself to go to the bathroom, No amount of motivation, Can convince me to go on, Finally, I look at the time, It's quarter to 8 again!! If I don’t hurry up, Then I shall be late again, After I somehow manage to get ready and leave my home, I slowly weave my way, into the daily routine of my mundane life. Then, I somehow leave my home And rush to the station, My goodness! As usual, There ain’t any train  for at least another 20 minutes, So that’s my story, every morning. But it’s worse on Mondays, Since it’s the day after Sunday, It reminds you that Sunday has ...