This is my first post of the year! Huzzah. It only took till April and a Pandemic to get off my butt and write something. I wrote a few posts on singleness a few years back. When I wrote these posts, I was in a really terrible place with regards to romantic pursuits and had... Continue Reading →
Final Thoughts on Moving to Tokyo.
Presenting yourself as someone who 'has it all together' is important in Tokyo - a city full of those who, by all appearances, appear successful. But if you dig below the layers, there is an emptiness that engulfs the soul. The product of this is the salaryman or student trying to find rest on a... Continue Reading →
Thoughts on Moving to Tokyo, 5.
I have been back home for just over 2 weeks. My (almost) 8 months in Japan feels like a blur - a dream, almost. This is by far the worst part of any kind of travel but one can feel thankful for what was learnt and taken forward in the journey of life. What I'm... Continue Reading →
Thoughts on moving to Tokyo, 3.
'Back in my room, I thought hard. Although my spine was being eaten away by tuberculosis and I stumbled as I walked, we had been blind to its presence simply because it had not appeared on the X-ray. If this ignorance had continued, might not all my bones have been affected? I certainly would have... Continue Reading →
I'm always thinking about the future. And then, a trigger brings yesteryear to mind. I think we find comfort and solace in thinking about the past, but it's gone. I'm forever doing as Pascal observed: always looking forward or backward and never resting in the present. Why? Since moving to Japan, I have been thrown... Continue Reading →
Thoughts on moving to Tokyo, 2.
Spice World was 1997 in a nutshell. The Spice Girls took the world by storm and were on every item you could find. Spice Fever, I believe, was the word for it. I had a favourite: Posh. She was the best looking of them all, and she was my first pre-pubescent crush. It didn't take... Continue Reading →
Thoughts on moving to Tokyo, 1.
Postmodernity is said to be a culture of fragmentary sensations, eclectic nostalgia, disposable simulacra, and promiscuous superficiality, in which the traditionally valued qualities of depth, coherence, meaning, originality, and authenticity are evacuated or dissolved amid the random swirl of empty signals. - Jean Baudrillard My first trip to Japan left me with a sense of... Continue Reading →