The last post of the decade.

Feels like some big movie dialogue in Dolby Surround, doesn't it? "The last post of the decade". Heh heh. Stupid thing. I'll cheat myself by posting again in another 2 hours. Anyway, moving on, moving on.

I hope this year brings you all the joy, happiness and prosperity.

IF YOU HAVE NEVER THOUGHT OF SUICIDE, STOP READING HERE, GO BACK TO YOUR LIFE, AND COME BACK IF AND WHEN YOU DO.

If you have thought of ending it all, and obviously you haven't, because, you know, you are still alive and reading this, then here is the story:

1998, a cold, rainy winter evening on a sparsely used hilly road, somewhere in South India. Two Bullets, three guys, braving it all. Aiding them in this endeavor of driving through such horrible weather and terrain were their trusted allies, Khoday's XXX rum and loads of sheer stupidity. The rain was trying it's best to limit the visibility to below ten meters and the rum was trying it's best to break even. Heady mixture when you are twenty one. And then, one of the bullets could not take the thrashing anymore and gave up. In the middle of nowhere. A Royal Enfield Bullet is not designed to give up on you. Ever. So if and when it does, the best thing to do is lock it and leave it. Which is what the boys did. Two of them started to walk while the third rode away to find the nearest shelter. Returning in a very short span of time, he just said, "You guys are going to fucking freak". The reason for the fucking freak, was because the shelter was an old fort in ruins. As they entered the fort, so did the darkness that night brings with it. And then, a flicker of light, in what seemed to be an enclosed place. The source of the light was soon found to be a bonfire lit by two occupants of the shelter who, ironically, were stuck in the same situation as the boys. The most ironic thing, however, was that the strangers had two extra bottles of Khoday's XXX. You will agree, if you have been through a situation like this, that the bonhomie is on a different plane among people who are singled out to circumstance. And such was the case. All these memories are very hazy in the chronicler's mind, but what came out of that one night was this statement:

"Life, goes on".

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Present day:

Musings and learnings from the past decade:

If you have loved, and been loved in return, you have achieved your greatest.

You are your biggest strength.

Everyone has a story about why they are alive, as much as why they should die.

Let go, sometimes. At other times, cry your heart out.

If you have it all and lose it in an instant, consider yourself blessed. For you've just been given a chance to live many lifetimes over in one life.

Be polite to people who've never seen pain.

The more dreams that shatter, the stronger the spirit, the more resolute the will.

Most importantly, only when you are totally, utterly helpless and truly broken in every way, do you truly become unbreakable.

If any of the above apply to you, then you, my friend, are the man.

Remembering Navin's poem here would be apt, because it's my bloody blog and I can do whatever I want, and because it was the most inspiring piece of prose I've ever read:

"Isliye apun ne socha aisa approach dalenga

Bachne ke liye saala poison bhi khalenga

Lekin marke aisa kya ukhad lega

Saala zinda rehke duniya ko dikha dega"

I've lived it up.

I've lived it down.

My name, is Aditya Jammi.

And I'm fucking unbelievable.

And oh, wish you a happy new year.