I know the flow is going to make no sense to you.
"Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics."
Just yesterday i came to know that my friend, Shani , died in Durgapur. It was more or less expected . I have been seeing his deterioration from past seven years. But then the question to me was "What went wrong". He died off due to liver infection which was common in heavily drunkards. But why he kept drinking so much . Running away from reality or trying to live in the illusions or delusions caused by Alcohol. Why its very much prevalent in Below poverty line Indians. Why they just fall in this trap of illusion . I sometimes thinks its just mere a chance of having a will power or not. Its not i never felt like that its The solution. But then i had something to fall back , thats my education. Whenever such things happens to me , where i find difficult to cope up with the world , where the only thought in my mind is "either this world is not fit for me or i am not fit for it", i also think one can find some refugee in Alcohol. But then i go back in my room with many books and thats all. Few days of deep dive into the books , and i come out of it.
But what about the uneducated youth of India, they need something which can bring them out of their depressions. Either its any hobby like singing or dancing or doing something , which can energize as well as synergize them .If they dont have anything to cling on, then i think its obvious to fall into the religion called Alcoholism . It's nothing different from preaching a God , ones faith in God increases during the time of adversity . If one comes out of it, then he/she always clings with his/her faith. But if it doesnt work out , and if he/she finds a reason for it , then he thinks as a way of god ( something less theist , but theist on the basis of reason) . But if doesnt work out and if no reasons, then either he choose to be agnostic or atheist depending upon his will power , not to believe in God or keep something in backyard for place. Same was the case with Shani .He was neither an educated youth, nor he had something to cling on like hobbies. Poverty is a curse in India and he was born cursed. Father working in a hostel mess and Shani started his teenage working at a jhoops ( at that time known as Rohan da's Jhoops). Never entered in the school and all he knew was TRUST on customer. I had never seen Shani looking at the Khata's which we used to update with daily expenditure at his jhoops. Only in the end of the month or end of the page , Shani would add and make a total of it. After Rohan da's Jhoops , Shani started his own jhoops. He thought why starting a competition with other jhoops of making Roti or benagali thali. I bet if he had started it , others would loose in front of it. He was good in whatever he did. His jhoops was famous for Chiks and sweet french. Some people think that these dishes can't compete with normal food, but believe me , it was soo good that i had these dishes for more than 2.5 years . Only pr oblem with Shani was , he used to mix with students soo much that the thin line of a business man and the client went away. Shani fall in this habit of drinks and smoking G because students of RECD did it and all those students who used to do these things , they used to go to Shani for having food ( Because he never cheat them with adding extra cost and making a benefit of their state). Infact , he also started drinking with students , only to be a part of their circle . But things changed with time. and Shani didnt . Slowly and Slowly his drinking habits alienated him from his society , people from his locality started teasing him and family also turned negative toward him. He moved more toward alcohol because it gave him an illusion of being away from people. With the advent of more ladies and more pro-ladies men in the college, Shani jhoops was tagged as a jhoops for Drunkard and Smokers . With each year, number of customers started decreasing and him falling in alcoholism more. And one day , this religion of alcohol swallowed him .
But again , who was responsible . I also have some cents in his death . I could have something . But dont know why i was so self centered that i couldnt see his fall.
There is a song "Time to pretend" which speaks about all this
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up
for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We're fated to pretend.
To pretend
We're fated to pretend.
To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals
and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother
and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father,
miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom
and the time spent alone.
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten.
Life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
we'll find some more models,
Everything must run its course.
We'll choke on our vomit
and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I said Yeah yeah yeah
"Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics."
Just yesterday i came to know that my friend, Shani , died in Durgapur. It was more or less expected . I have been seeing his deterioration from past seven years. But then the question to me was "What went wrong". He died off due to liver infection which was common in heavily drunkards. But why he kept drinking so much . Running away from reality or trying to live in the illusions or delusions caused by Alcohol. Why its very much prevalent in Below poverty line Indians. Why they just fall in this trap of illusion . I sometimes thinks its just mere a chance of having a will power or not. Its not i never felt like that its The solution. But then i had something to fall back , thats my education. Whenever such things happens to me , where i find difficult to cope up with the world , where the only thought in my mind is "either this world is not fit for me or i am not fit for it", i also think one can find some refugee in Alcohol. But then i go back in my room with many books and thats all. Few days of deep dive into the books , and i come out of it.
But what about the uneducated youth of India, they need something which can bring them out of their depressions. Either its any hobby like singing or dancing or doing something , which can energize as well as synergize them .If they dont have anything to cling on, then i think its obvious to fall into the religion called Alcoholism . It's nothing different from preaching a God , ones faith in God increases during the time of adversity . If one comes out of it, then he/she always clings with his/her faith. But if it doesnt work out , and if he/she finds a reason for it , then he thinks as a way of god ( something less theist , but theist on the basis of reason) . But if doesnt work out and if no reasons, then either he choose to be agnostic or atheist depending upon his will power , not to believe in God or keep something in backyard for place. Same was the case with Shani .He was neither an educated youth, nor he had something to cling on like hobbies. Poverty is a curse in India and he was born cursed. Father working in a hostel mess and Shani started his teenage working at a jhoops ( at that time known as Rohan da's Jhoops). Never entered in the school and all he knew was TRUST on customer. I had never seen Shani looking at the Khata's which we used to update with daily expenditure at his jhoops. Only in the end of the month or end of the page , Shani would add and make a total of it. After Rohan da's Jhoops , Shani started his own jhoops. He thought why starting a competition with other jhoops of making Roti or benagali thali. I bet if he had started it , others would loose in front of it. He was good in whatever he did. His jhoops was famous for Chiks and sweet french. Some people think that these dishes can't compete with normal food, but believe me , it was soo good that i had these dishes for more than 2.5 years . Only pr oblem with Shani was , he used to mix with students soo much that the thin line of a business man and the client went away. Shani fall in this habit of drinks and smoking G because students of RECD did it and all those students who used to do these things , they used to go to Shani for having food ( Because he never cheat them with adding extra cost and making a benefit of their state). Infact , he also started drinking with students , only to be a part of their circle . But things changed with time. and Shani didnt . Slowly and Slowly his drinking habits alienated him from his society , people from his locality started teasing him and family also turned negative toward him. He moved more toward alcohol because it gave him an illusion of being away from people. With the advent of more ladies and more pro-ladies men in the college, Shani jhoops was tagged as a jhoops for Drunkard and Smokers . With each year, number of customers started decreasing and him falling in alcoholism more. And one day , this religion of alcohol swallowed him .
But again , who was responsible . I also have some cents in his death . I could have something . But dont know why i was so self centered that i couldnt see his fall.
There is a song "Time to pretend" which speaks about all this
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up
for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We're fated to pretend.
To pretend
We're fated to pretend.
To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals
and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother
and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father,
miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom
and the time spent alone.
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten.
Life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
we'll find some more models,
Everything must run its course.
We'll choke on our vomit
and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I said Yeah yeah yeah
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