Written Traces

Hey!  Four months, no see? Just kidding.  I have been out and about for a while, and when I finally came back and settled in, I just got too lazy, or should I say creatively unmotivated, to journal.  The last time we caught up was in February, and honestly, I have been a bit under the weather for the past couple of months. Speaking of which, I recently went through my life's second operation, and it was for the most ridiculous reason.  Before that, let me ask you a question, "Have you ever paid the price of doing something right ?" Because that's where my story begins. I have, quite literally, become the victim of maintaining basic oral hygiene. Like most people trying to maintain good oral hygiene, I brushed my teeth diligently. Unfortunately, I took that commitment a little too seriously.  Brushing your teeth is good, but things took an awry turn when I brushed too hard, especially with a hand as steady as Ross Geller's marriages. (I'm assuming you have watc...

Author’s Note: There are places we reach because someone we love knows the way. When they are gone, the road remains, but the certainty doesn’t. I don't remember the road that leads to a particular destination. As someone who takes the seat of a passenger, my only job is to sit back and pass the time it takes to reach from source to destination. That being said, I take immense pleasure in giving my absolute surrender to the hands of my father, who takes the wheel to get me to the destination we both shared. It is always at the destination of TTPS, where my father served, and the source is Puri. Yet not once did I bother to memorise the road. I remember only a few landmarks, a few habitual stoppages where we would pause along the way. Nothing more. The rest of the journey was spent in the comfort of being driven. The reason I am being so elaborate is that I don't remember whether it is after the passing of my father or before, but I used to have a very particular nightmare. Kind...

Do you know w hat I been thinking lately? Honestly, I have been thinking about a lot of things, but when I stop for a moment and think about my thoughts, I can only think of nothing. It's just a lot of thoughts colliding with one another at the same time, which I deem equally important, as I was quick to abandon them. This has been the case for months. It's not that I can't write or something, it's just I have been feeling greatly unmotivated of late. Every day, I hope for this lack of inspiration to go away, but I think about being unmotivated so extensively that it has become my general state of mind altogether. Here's another thing: very briefly do I get this sudden surge of inspiration while thinking about feeling uninspired. But the moment when I decide to act on the inspiring surge is also the moment it passes by without notice.  The thing is, a lot is going on in both the inside of me and the outside of my surroundings, which has my attention evenly distrib...

A Curiosity Born from a Show If there's one thing true about watching a true crime documentary of a serial killer , then that would be its lasting effect on your mind, even after you finish watching it. On the recommendation of a friend, I recently watched Dahmer - Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story , and ever since the end of the 10th episode, I started my own expedition of understanding things. As I incessantly continue to read and watch everything I can find about Dahmer on the web, I have come to this conclusion of what must have happened, which led to all that Dahmer did, or in Lionel Dahmer 's language, the origin of his derangement. The Man Behind the Monster Jeffery Dahmer (1960-1994) infamously known as the Cannibal of Milwaukee or The Monster of Milwaukee for murdering and dismembering 17 young men and boys between the year 1978 to 1991. Dahmer was eventually captured and arrested in 1991 when one of his victims Tracy Edwards escaped and led the Milwaukee police ba...

Recently I have watched Monster: The Ed Gein Story and I am stunned by the performances and depiction of the serial killer, who is considered to be the Godfather of other most notorious serial killers of American history, such as Richard Speck (The Birdman), Jerry Brudos , Ted Bundy , and so on. Very little, I feel, to write a review about what I've watched, but this one in particular got me hooked for a few days. So here we go.  Focus on the Psyche Over the Crime The series focused not on the crimes themselves, but on Gein's psyche, his internal turmoil, and his mental illness. Convicted as a gynophilic and a necrophiliac, the show's focus explores what led him to commit heinous acts like digging up the dead bodies, flaying them, making bodysuit, artefacts out of their skin, making masks out of real faces and so on. Special emphasis is given to his relationship with his mother, Augusta Gein . Her constant bashing, strict religious beliefs, and dismissal of his desires lef...