DEPRESSION MEMOIR

DEPRESSION MEMOIR

(NOTES)

Do not take. anything too seriously.

People

Career

Money

Politics

Success

NOTHING TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY FROM NOW ON

FUCK IT........

One should be fortunate not to belong to that

Crowd of nothingness

Preserve your spirit at all cost

Thats your creation

Be yourself amongst all odds.

Be sincere and honest

Let them play games

Understand the game silently and calmly

Do not play it

You must not be bothered about the crowd.  

Even the thought of them is dangerous to your spirit

It's like a virus which has no treatment

Do not let it crawl under your skin

Once it has crawled, it will crawel and crawel

And will take a life ttime to get rid of that habit of total

Waste of time and energy.

YOUR THOUGHT S ARE YOUR PROPHET

WORSHIP IT

DON'T CORRUPT IT

IT'S NOT YOURS

IT'S A GUEST

RESPECT IT'S PRESENCE BECAUSE THE PROPHET, (your thought)

IS GOD SENT.

YOU HAVE NO RIGHT OVER IT'S PURITY

PURITY IS NEVER CORRUPTED

THATS WHY ITS CALLED, "PURITY"

AND IT'S A GIFT OF GOD BESTOWED UPON YOU

BECAUSE YOU ARE FORTUNATE. YOU HAVE YOUR HONESTY

ANFD WARMTH TOWARDS HUMNITY AND THATS WHY GOD SEND YOU THIS GIFT,

YOUR, " BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS"

HE SENT YOU A GIFT WRAPPED IN THE MOST ELEGANT GIFT WRAP.

PROPHET IS THE GIFT.

WRAP AROUND THE GIFT WITH MORE PRECIOUS AND ORIGINAL THOUGHTS.

BOTH THINGS TOUCH EACH OTHER FOR SUSTENANCE...

THERE IS NO PROPHET WITHOUT CLEAN THOUGHTS, WITHOUT A PURE THOUGHT

AND THERE IS NO PURE THOUGHT WITHOUT THE GIFT...

FORGET THE UPWARDLY MOBILE MOB WITH GLITTER ON THEIR SURFACE  WHICH IS

 NOTHING BUT...

BACTERIA WICH WILL INVADE IT AND ALL OF A SUDDEN THE GIFT OF GOD

WILL PERISH.

GIVE THANKS FOR YOUR GIFTS.

IT'S THE FERTILIZER FOR YOUR GENIUS WHICH IS THE PRECIOUS GIFT FROM ABOVE....

CREATE A MASTERPIECE.

MONEY LADEN PROJECTS ARE JUST PROUCTS...

VULGAR, SILLY, OBTRUSIVE,  A DEFENCE FOR THE BAD ART...

ALL GLOSS AND GLITTER AND NOTHING DEEPDOWN.

GLOSSY PEOPLE CREATING GLOSSY ART ARE SO FEARFUL TO THE NAKED ART.

THE UNCOVERED TRUTH IS FRIGHTNING...

PEOPLE RUN AWAY FROM THE COURAGEOUS, CREATIVE ARTISTS CALLING THEM,

"FAILURES" AND AVOID THEM AS PLAGUE BECAUSE THE GLITTER AND THE SHIMMER

IS MISSING IN THE NAKED TRUTH.

ACTUALLY, THEY ARE TERRIFIED OF THEIR OWN LACK OF TALENT WHICH

THEY ARE COVERING UP IN A NICELY TYPED AND PRINTED SCRIPT ON THEIR LAPTOPS

WRITHING NOTHING IN IT.

"SIT DOWN"

ONE CHARACTER SAYS

"STAND UP"

THE OTHER CHARACTER SAYS

"WANT A DRINK?"

THE 3RD CHARACTER SAYS

"SURE"

THE FOURTH CHARACTER ANSWER.

THE PAGE IS FILLED

SENT TO THE PUBLISHER

IT'S PUBLISHED

THE PUBLISHER IS THE BOY FRIEND

IT'S A CROWD OF NOTHINGNESS

A COMMUNITY OF NOTHINGNESS....

COMPARE YOURSELF ONLY WITH YOURSELF

YOU ARE

YOU ARE

YOU ARE

YOU ARE.

AND NO ONE ELSE

AND NO ONE ELSE

AND NO ONE ELSE

YOU COMPARE YOURSELF WITH ONLY YOURSELF

ALL OTHERS ARE ACQUAINTANCES...

IT'S NOT THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TRUE FRIENDS

THER ARE NO FRIENDS PERIOD.

YOU HAVE BEEN MISTAKEN LOOKING FOR REAL FRIENDS

HAVE YOU LEARNT YOUR LESSON YET?

YOU MUST NEVER ARGUE WITH ACQUAINTANCES...

YOU MUST NOT SHOW ANY EMOTIONS

JUST, "HI", "HI"

YOU DON'T SHARE SECRETS

JUST, :HI:, :HI"

AND YOU MOVE ON

LIFE WILL BECOME EASY

KEEP YOUR SPIRIT UP

SPIRIT IS THE THING

WITH HEALTH, THE SPIRIT GETS UPLIFTED AD YOU CAN DO THINGS WITH VIGOUR

IMAGINATION, WITH WHICH ONE CREATES.

 ONLY GENUINE SPIRIT MATTER.

THEN WITH THAT BLESSING OF THE SPIRIT YOU CAN CREATE,  NOT WITH MONEY...

YOUR BEAUTIFUL SPIRIT IS THE ONLY THING WITH WHICH YOU CAN CREATE...

MONEY IS BULL SHIT...

MONEY IS AN OBSTACLE TO ART.

BECAUSE THE MONEY REPLACES THE MASTERPIECE

THEIR SCRIPTS ARE ONLY TO MAKE MONEY.

WHEN THE INFLAMATION WILL GO AWAY, YOUR MIND WILL MOVE FREELY...

YOUR HEART AS WELL...

TAKE IT SLOW

CURE IT FIRST

THE INFLAMATION OF THE BRAIN.

THEN UP AT DAWN

PRAY

MOVEMENT

BRING THE THOUGHTS TO THE SURFACE AND RECORD THEM

MOVEMENT

WITH THE FLOW OF YOUR HAND AND ARM AND YOUR MIND.

THEN PUT SOME NOURISHMENT IN YOU TO REFRESH YOUR THOUGHTS.

THEN PRESERVE ALL THOUGHTS OF THE MORNINGS AND THE EVENINGS

AND THE AFTERNNOONS.

THEN REST AT THE TIME OF DUSK AND PRAY...

THEN SLEEP

A LONG, COMFORTABLE SLEEP AND THINK OF YOUR LOVED ONES

ONLY...ONLY..ONLY.

EVERYONE ELSE AND EVERYTHING ELSE IS UN-NECESSARY,

AN INTRUSION TO THE PRAYER IS SURPLUS...

SURPLUS IS NOT GOOD...

JUST THE PRAYER.

 THANKS WILL BRING PEACEFUL SLEEP

YOU HAVE AN EYE IN THE DEPTH OF YOUR HEART WHICH SEES THE UNSEEN...

MAKE YOUR EYE IN THE HEART SEE GOOD THINGS ALWAYS...

MEMOIR AND TRAVEL LOGUE

"A perpetual desire to move between places

And towards unknown."  Baudelaire

"Inexorable urge to run away."  Baudelaire

"I let it take me away to a safe bucolic, landlocked 

Place escaping from my escape."  Baudelaire

"The moment,  the disequilibrium is all."  Annonymous

"DOMESTICITY STIFLES ME."  BS

"It was all a mirage."  BS?

"Unease at the damage done to herself."? Annonymous

" Fear drives even strong minded people to otherwise

"un accountable thinking." ?

"Searingly, unflatteringly honest."?

"Each trip, however seductive has it's price."?

"Distance from materialistic distractions."?

"Restless professionally and disappointed

Romantically." ?

"Tired, sleep deprived, stressed out, too busy

People who shirked downtime in the service

Of making money."?

"Claustrophobia, I bled myself dry."?

"The hideous vipers knot of blood connections."?

"I suddenly realized at such a late date that my mind

Has gone beyond...trying to have a discussion or

Explanation of any kind or argument based on strong

Opinions or expression of desire and dream, adventure

Or sadness is just totally useless with most of the people

I know and especially with some, all of a sudden I get

Reduced to zero...feel a person of no significance...

Because for them everything even the most mundane

Take precedence over my entire being.

My passions, my desires get reduced to dust and I have to

Just pass the time obeying their silent demands or to be just

Quiet and do whateever need to be done because my mind

Has surpassed, travelled, learnt, gone a different direction

which they most probably don't understand and I end up becoming

An obedient daughter, sister, an aunt, a friend who has to fulfill their needs

Theire desires, their ignorances...

Under all circumstances and it's getting harder to instantly reduce

Myself into zero of nothingness who must obey other's needs

"CAN'T DO IT..."

"JUST GOT EXHAUSTED FROM DOING THAT ALL MY LIFE." ?

"Let them come to you.

Let them come after you

Then you can deal with it perhaps...

Only get it out of your head right now..

So controlled, so repressed, so uninterseting, so boring...

Need a break...stop being a fakirni...stop the sacrifice." ?

"You always want to cross the bridge before coming to it...

Worry about crossing it when you are at the edge of the bridge." ?