Thirty First

Well, I have been MIA for more than a month. I don't think I have ever done that since I opened this blog. No matter what. I guess nothing has so far been important enough to keep me away from this one fucking refuge I have. No pain no person was worth it. However for past one month (to be precise, for past five months)  I have been going through so much that blogging was the last thing on my mind. Be it personal life, be it my job, be it my life in fucking Darjeeling. It's been all bad. Or let's just say it's been so turbulent that I am borderline insane lately.  But what's new, eh? It's been a thirty one years of ride to hell. With commercial break like pauses in between. Ok that one I just stole from Deadpool.

It's the last half an hour of 2018. I am sitting in a beach shack in South Goa listening to live music while sipping some good old Old Monk. Loathing people's happy posts all over social media. Tears streaming down my face.  Last year this time I was in my bed back in Calcutta. Moping around of course. So, what's the difference?

I might be mentally sick. Truly. I might have some chronic condition that always tricks, me into thinking that my life is going down in the dumps. Maybe. Or maybe not.

I don't know how much you believe in planets. I don't know how much I believe in it myself. All I can say is that I have had enough of fuckups so far. Let's hope Jupiter brings some good luck my way this new year. After all, it's hope that keeps us alive.

Happy fucking new year everyone.

Or whatever.