Prakashi Tomar. Screen sot from Hindustan Times video.

Caught in the ferocious grip of the ‘what the fuck am I doing with my life’ beast, I was beginning to feel overcome with despair and depression, unable to go on, unable to control my increasing need for melodrama and hyperbole, basically feeling, for want of a better (more dramatic) word, like a piece of shite.

It would seem that no matter what my circumstance or situation, good or bad, employed or jobless, deadbeat or superstar, this rather gross state of mind – felt particularly acutely in the early twenties – could come and bite me in the arse at any time, and on this occasion the little rascal had sunk his teeth in good. Continue reading →