The floor feels like quicksand
every step I take is such a pull
yet I effortlessly sink
It feels like one of those dreams
where you get heavy-laden limbs;
hard as you try,
your movements feel impeded
as if in a slow-mo flick
yet everything else goes at such a speed
The eyes through which I see
threaten to shut the world from me,
challenge me to a weight-lifting competition
I wonder where this would end?
Where is the wonder in it all?
How hard is labour supposed to be,
for a student with debts and loans
and places to be?
And where I should fall,
is there therapy?
Or have I only then successfully
integrated into this relentless climb of society.


Being Pissy

Think I’m getting a little easily irritable these few days. But right now I’m annoyed by this Aunty who has been fanning herself since she boarded this freezing train, seated right beside me. What a lil bitch. I’ve stared at her and her fan pointedly a couple of times and even moved further away from her on my seat to make a point but she has been relentless?! If anything she’s fanning herself more and it makes me so incensed that she’s such a cold and brutal old woman. And it makes me infuriated to think of all the self-entitled elderly that raid the trains with their right to a seat.


“We’re all in this business of illusion together. I’m always willing to lend a helping hand to a fellow conspirator along the road to survival if he’s willing to do the same for me.”

-Joseph Heller

‘He went to war,’ the fighter pilot with the golden moustache surmised.

‘We all went to war,’ Dunbar countered.

‘That’s what I mean,’ the warrant officer with malaria continued. ‘Why him? There just doesn’t seem to be any logic to this system of rewards and punishment.

Catch 22, Joseph Heller

“That was the pattern of school life — a continuous triumph of the strong over the weak. Virtue consisted in winning: it consisted in being bigger, stronger, handsomer, richer, more popular, more elegant, more scrupulous than other people — in dominating them, bullying them, making them suffer pain, making them look foolish, getting the better of them in every way. Life was hierarchical and whatever happened was right. There were the strong, who deserved to win and always did win, and there were the weak, who deserved to lose and always did lose, everlastingly.”

– George Orwell