The Message in the Bottle
"Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light." --Dylan Thomas
Past
Anyone else haunted by terrible childhood pictures? Thanks for the haircut mom and dad, oh, and a special thanks to my "friend" Kelly for bullying me in elementary school. If it wasn't for you all, I'd have been naively normal and utterly uninteresting.
I moved from India to the USA at the age of 3.5 with my daddy, mommy, and baby brother. As a young immigrant, I grew up with almost no sense of belonging or fitting in with the people around me. I was way too Indian for the Americans and way too American for the Indians. I got the worst of both worlds and also the best. When I felt alone, I made friends with animals, books, paints, and music. Through these interests, I became a bridge between cultures and developed a unique identity and perspective.
I first wanted to become an astronaut, then a paleontologist, then a pediatrician, and then a paleontologist again. Eventually, I got a degree in astrophysics, so then I figured I should probably become a psychologist.
Welcome to my universe. If you're having a hard time following along, so am I, we're in this together.
Present
You know when you look back at your life and think: Wow! I could write a book about this shit? Well, I'm not sure if I'd ever finish a book, so I decided to start this blog instead. The stories, poems, artwork, and media that I'll be posting here are a glimpse into my life and soul. Viewer discretion is advised. Take what you want and don't take whatever you don't want, Duh.
The past few years have been a combination of chaos and confusion for most of us. During this time, I' began working on an MS/Ph.D in Psychology (specializing in Applied Behavior Analysis), maintained a full-time job, survived a pandemic and worldwide lockdown, survived and escaped from an abusive and exploitative marriage, thoroughly contemplated existence, and then somehow created two tiny twin humans with my flesh, blood, and bones. As you all can relate, there has been an unwarranted flux of mental fog and physical fatigue chipping away at our sanity.
Overall, some of it has been a scoop of shit with a cherry on top, but some of it was a delectable baklava soaked in honey and wrapped in gold foil. I hope my experiences and thoughts can be a source of education, inspiration, or even just entertainment. Let's keep it real.
Future
