The thing about life is that one day you'll die. I remember the moment I wandered by this expression a time ago. I laughed a nervous mix of amusement and resign at the wit, at the frankness and at the certainty of the handful of words in one line of one sentence - with life as a subject and dying as the proverbial 'doing word'- to sum up the secretly insecure, fundamentally paranoid, frequently disturbing, emotionally scouring, outrightly brave, seeking, tireless and hopeful project called life. Because life must be the surreal, haplessly super real thing in front of you as much as it is the ironic laughter of the gods in the receding background. So upwards, downwards always onwards, greetings, godspeed and goodbye.
Say yes and no. Care more and less. Stop, look up and marvel. Walk on. Feel your heart beat and feel it skip a beat. Love is great, if only because it flies in the face of fear. So in the end its probably good to be graceful. Be you.
I'm Kuntha and I have something to say.
And no this is not a blog about fashion nor is it a self help page of sorts. Its about entering and leaving the state of grace and other news that don't see the light of front or even back page day, reviews, sounds, musings, theories, people, babies, dogs and unicorns. Conversation. Activism. Fights that happy people have, the sick baseline of that song that every time I heard it, it tipped my heart rate over. Because whether its fact or fiction is besides the point.
PS: In lieu of my overlywordy tendencies some where up there is a half-lengthy quote from an unnamed writer after my own thumping heart. (click on it if you find yourself squinting)
Drink up and Get Drunk
