One cold, gloomy, overcast morning, over a cup of freshly brewed coffee, an Ethiopian blend which he had procured from an import house, Sins could suddenly, crystal clearly remember the entirety of the life he had led for the past four years. He could see every individual he had met and every circumstance from the … Continue reading The Life Of Hearts
The gist of the post is about one's lifestyle. Just like how nature evolved to produce cannabinoid compounds in both humans (the human endocannabinoid system) and the cannabis plant, is there a best way to live? Or rather, keeping in mind the unique genetic and personality traits honed from an individual's life so far, from … Continue reading All Aboard the Evolutionary Cannabinoid Lifestyle
He hadn’t dreamt in a while, not for the past couple of months. It was the best of times. Days would go by in a blur of content, commute, calls, coffee and cash. To and fro would he swing from destination to the next, as if he were the harbinger of joys, sorrows and everything … Continue reading Life Has Just Begun
He felt the familiar cold streaks of lightning, like small jolts of cold blooded electricity that morphed into stabs of emptiness around the region of his chest, like sharpened blades that sliced away at his arteries from time to time. He wasn't a fan of this feeling, but it had become a benign habit, so … Continue reading The Sins Of Reality
He didn't know what to believe in any more, neither did he understand why was he living any more, torn as he was asunder by multiple ups and downs that seemed to plague his existence day after day. He wanted to live, there was no doubt about it, because bodily sensations experienced through the pleasures … Continue reading The Sins Of The Global Order
The need to belong and conform clawed at him in disguises, tied as he was genetically to the wanderings of his hunter gatherer ancestors whose chances of survival increased exponentially when they travelled or lived together in groups, lest they were killed by animals or other wandering bands of humans. However, he didn't need to … Continue reading The Sins Of Consciousness
He imagined her smile in his mind's eye and smiled. She wasn't responding to any of his text messages. Presuming, she was busy, he tried his best to let it go, but couldn't. He just couldn't, which seemed very immature on his part, considering he had other friends to chat to, people whom he knew … Continue reading Mind And Matter – The Unresponsiveness.
There was a time when he had truly loved another human being for every waking moment and been unceremoniously dumped, much to his chagrin, only to later realize it was him who was flying high in an imaginary love story and hence imaginably dumped, much to his chagrin. The creators of fate, whoever or whatever … Continue reading A New World Order. The Dawn Of The Cannabis Age.
He didn't realize the enormity of the situation. Two hours before he was scheduled to meet the local politician, Sins had heard from his sources, that the politician had been kidnapped, murdered through multiple stab wounds and his body had been thrown face down into a low lying drain. Sins had reached the spot to … Continue reading The Chronicles of Sins and Starr
His mind was on fire. Not literally, because he would have died, but figuratively. He needed sales. Lots of it. But he had reached the end of his target period. The end of financial year, the fourth quarter, which his company followed, ended on a weekend, dampening his spirit, leading to anxiety creeping up slowly, … Continue reading Skills Will Take You Far. So Will A Great Network and Company. Better All Three.
He only opened his eyes because he could. Tossing around his mattress, that had been uncovered for days, piled with dirty clothes, junk food wrappers, old newspapers and seventeen empty cigarette packets containing ash, he spied Satan, the cockroach he had named so last night, after it flew straight for his mouth, as if intent … Continue reading Bossed Around,Tossed Around, Screwed Around, For What? Worth.
She stared at him in a weird way, as if never having seen him in such light before. Her eyes went wide, like a shaft of light that illuminated an eye, with the intent to shock, scream even. He stared back at her, his eyes as glazed as they had been in days, oozing its … Continue reading Emotions are Biochemical Algorithms, His Code had malfunctioned during Testing.
After spending seventy four minutes on his friend's couch gazing into space and imagining nice things like companionship and alcohol, Sins decided to sleep. He hadn't slept the previous night because, the whole time he had a constant feeling that there was something inside in his head, something that was preventing him from lashing out, … Continue reading The Aimlessness of Sins
He hadn't been able to sleep last night, having caught the sunrise on a fresh Sunday morning, as he inhaled a fresh batch of imported dutch tobacco, taking long drags, savoring each breath, experiencing the lightness that he felt spreading thorough his bloodstream slowly, steadily building up, what he thought a sense of calm and … Continue reading The Astute Thinker
He did not understand who he was, in spite of many people trying to make him come of the stubborn shell that he had built for himself inside his mind. Suddenly, he began to have thoughts about the value of his existence, his mind trying to decipher whether he was creating something of true value … Continue reading The Creator, the Enabler, He
Sins wanted to have clarity, in the sense that he wanted to know exactly what he needed to do to live a life of comfort and style. His girlfriend, on the other hand knew so, exactly, and he couldn't help but admire her zeal, wondering where on earth, or rather, when on earth would he … Continue reading Fighting Back
The familiar sense of overwhelm overwhelmed him. He was procrastinating again and didn't like it one bit. He felt powerless, like a small snail swimming against a gigantic upstream, fated to lose but conditioned to put in some last ditch effort to save face before the inevitable loss. Sins had the feeling again, the feeling … Continue reading The Feedback
He didn't like how he was feeling. Not one bit. He wanted to run away from the city and not be accountable to anything or anyone. Sins was looking out of his window beside his work table, day dreaming about his life, about how it was and how he hoped to change it, and the … Continue reading Starry Beyond
They met on a pleasant 1st October afternoon and parted ways without a good-bye in the early morning of 25th. It had been the happiest twenty-four days of his life. He jogged his memory trying to think about her words, the strength, the beauty of it, delivered with charm, passion and empathy, her eyes, the … Continue reading Goodbye Starr. Show Them.
He reached Starbucks Coffee at exactly 12:30 p.m expecting to put in at least three hours of productive work. He was happy when he woke up today at 8:00 a.m because he had proceeded to wear his new running shoes and use it for the next hour including a couple of sets of push-ups and … Continue reading Hey Sins, Don’t Be Afraid. Take this Life and Make it Better.
Sins hated the feeling of wasted effort with all his heart. Although, he couldn't quantify or express the heartfelt angst that tore through his body from time to time when things didn't go the way he so desired, he was sure that whenever his workload increased his effort with no visible progress, he would feel … Continue reading The Tag of an Introvert
Sins had formed a new habit, whereby as soon as he woke up, he undressed, and stand under the icy cold shower for a duration of exactly two minutes, feeling the numb pulsating waves of sleep disappearing from his mind, and the day ahead getting brighter in focus. A 750 ml gulp of water in … Continue reading The Achiever Habit
Sins felt sick as he introspected the political climate of his country currently, and wasn't surprised. Increasingly, day after day, month after month, and now four years past the installment of a political party of nincompoops to the highest seats of power in the country, hate, violence and misogyny, coupled with a sense of dismay … Continue reading The Government In His Dreams
Sins reached the city of Mysuru in Karnataka state at the crack of dawn, tagging along with a friend who was driving an old, withered bike, which threatened and looked to fall apart any moment. They had borrowed the bike from a second-hand dealer, promising the man that his share in the consignment would be … Continue reading The Personal God
Words couldn't describe Malcolm's state of mind. It wasn't shock. It wasn't angst, or sorrow or agony or any of the usual synonyms for occasions which caused distress, but rather a mixture of hate and peculiarity mired with a weird sense of confusion. His opposite numbers, two men and a woman he had been having … Continue reading The Rant of A Gentleman
Malcolm began the day at seven in the morning, and had been about to head to his gymnasium when he realised it was a Sunday, and no matter as much as he adored his gymnasium because of the feel good vibes and the crowd which came there, he had to admit that he hated its … Continue reading Disappointments
Sins was feeling totally whacked out of his mind courtesy the woman he had just met. The woman was the Brand Manager of a company which had just posted its record year in terms of both turnover and profits, and naturally Sins had smelt money waiting to be spent on their marketing activities for this … Continue reading Smiles, Conflicts and Making A Difference
Sins hadn't seen a dream in weeks, and for some reason this fact bothered him because he believed dreams carried secret messages conveyed from his soul to his conscious, thinking self, his mind. Dreams were fascinating, they were like a puzzle, a riddle to solve, by associating images together through whatever logic possible, and most … Continue reading The Dreams of Lord Sins
Twenty two days ago, Sins had been promoted to become a Sales manager, which meant in addition to creating presentations and excel sheets for the company's existing and prospective clients, he would be making a lot of calls as well. This meant discipline, dedication, hard work and commitment. Sins had always been a hard worker, … Continue reading Champion. Fighter. Promotion.
Starr woke up on a bright Sunday afternoon and promptly went back to sleep again. Beside her, Sins lay with his back slightly arched, working away on his laptop diligently, intently scouring for new brands and companies to pitch his business to. Sins loved prospecting like this, firmly lost inside the crevices of his mind, … Continue reading The Age of Flesh