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satwik_m

27 Delhi, India Man

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I’m looking for

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  • Ages 20–38
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Yesterday – 3:35pm
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Other
Height
6′ 1″ (1.85m)
Body Type
Athletic
Diet
Strictly vegetarian
Smokes
No
Drinks
Rarely
Drugs
Never
Religion
Agnosticism
Sign
Sagittarius, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Graduated from masters program
Job
Art / Music / Writing
Income
Rather not say
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids
Pets
Speaks
English, Hindi, Urdu

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My self-summary
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INTP
Cynic
Abstract
Schizoid
Iconoclastic

A gypsy

A propagandist

happiest in transit.

can always listen to Sublime, and I will always sing along.

been described as socially awkward.

I like engaging paradoxical conundrums.

I love to wander.

Subject to various states and not in control of things more often than not, in one I can speak in another I do not speak, In one state I can listen to the stories of other lives and respond to them, In another I withdraw to my room and see no one, in yet another I am utterly distraught and unable to communicate with any sense of coherence, Its risky for me to have come here on a chance I might be able to have conversation as these regions flow over me like weather and I can not control or predict them.
What I’m doing with my life
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Meandering.

Blitzkrieging.

Finding a balance between staying positive and rebelling all out.

Free time is spent either being incredibly impetuous and doing impromptu activities or being very lazy and introverted. I'm quite binary like that. ENFP one moment and INFP the next. More the latter lately.

Workwise. I do conflict-analysis and explore the ways to build peace in the conflict zones of south and central-Asia, middle-east. Being with people in these places gives me a semblance of solace, The basic human condition in these war zones far from the mindless consumerist societies is what makes me feel alive, a bit useful and gives me the ability to dream again.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Nonchalance
Chalance
Finding cosmic humor in all things.
Giving a quarter to those who ask.
Angering people
Angering myself
Being a solo-Traveler

Being there for a few friends that I have or for anybody that can need me. [ Too much self-indulgence is a sign of corrupted thought which I hope to dearly abstain from ]

being a part time Gonzo-journalist a la Hunter S Thompson. [Too far-fetched now]

I have a fair level of Deductive and Inductive reasoning skills that are usually wasted on people watching or analysing their backs as they walk by.

I am sure there's a terribly long list of things which I'm terrible at
The first things people usually notice about me
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Would depend upon people and their predisposition towards the objects of observation, Ranging from if there is anything noticeable at all to external ( sartorial ) appearance or rather my indifference to it and being a reverse-snob about it, arrogance, the lost empty look/the lost thoughtful look staring into abstract or those which make-me-coyish remarks about the color of eyes or anything hanging upon the countenance. First impressions come handy for a 2-second pass-by crush at Connaught Place or Janpath and ghost-relationship with a beautiful some one you saw on a plane or a train, its a tough and demanding world out there looking for a lot more.

I personally can be painfully awkward/formal during first meetings which I hate myself for and would probably attribute it to my interminably long lonely, attention-avoiding, solitude searching teenage/post-adolescent/20s. like a pretentious self-analyzing shrink. :)
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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I am sure there are more suitable spaces and times to thrash all of it out. have no regular go-to ones or any qualms in mentioning them either.

I read mostly older stuff: Gustav Flaubert, Guy de Maupassant, Defoe, Machiavelli, Dostoevsky, and Albert Camus, Huxley, Kafka, Orwell, and H. P. Lovecraft. The Hagakure Pushkin, Solzhenitsyn, Gorky.
I will read anything having to do with anarchism, race, political, or social theory.

Bildungsroman
Picaresque
Foucault

[Hugo is supreme, Balzac, the absurdist Kafka, Romanticism of Hesse, fantastic realism of Dostoevsky, Steinbeck, Joyce, Sartre, existentialism of Conrad, Orwellian symbolism,
symbolism of Camus, magical realism of Marquez, realism of Aristotle, Poetry of Rumi ]

Short stories of simon van booy.

In awe of these non-mainstream magazines like Granta, Guernica, reason, N+1, qantara.de. Wonderful people writing for them.

I think of food only when hunger sieges and corrodes the inner walls of my meek belly. I eat to survive and can cook for strictly that, can survive on stale or rotten food without a flinch.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
how beautiful and ironic the world can be, I often chuckle at what I see as grand jokes that no one else seems to appreciate.

How seemingly unimaginative, subservient, and linear I am by filling in all these sections accordingly without any deviation. Geeze.
How evil this world makes people and how awesome they can be despite it.
How the things I have seen are turning me into a shitty human being. (sing it to me)

How control over others is dehumanizing.

Anarchism. Sex positivism. Gender equality.

A few things like what sights must have inspired the sculptures of Ajanta, artists and architects of the yore, About the revolutions, about being a revolutionary, About gathering enough money to travel far or if can live and travel without money at all, about being a gypsy, about spending the 30s well with a fair dash of salt and pepper hair and a slim body to go with it, if I can be an essayist, a satirist or any small time scribbler with no commercial obligations, about living in a walnut wood house with a forest staring at my face and little rivulet streaming down at the backyard in summers and in a house made of mud-bricks with straw and roof shingles by the tropical beach in winters. :)

The incongruity of what all I wanted to become and what have I become. The utter meaningless-ness of existence that I cannot save anything We cannot save anything, The feeding-frenzy of each others exploitation and of our surroundings.
or whatever else to slowly kill ourselves, because it is just an acceleration of the self-destruction that our global path is headed towards. We will kill this planet, we will perpetuate injustice, we will commit little crimes against each other to get ahead, go forward, win petty battles that will end nowhere, because as we kill ourselves, as we kill the rainforests, as we live this "progressive" life that is built on the destruction of others, we will hurtle towards absolute destruction and individually we will be unable to save anyone. As "good" taxpayers, who support governments locked into historic patterns of wrongdoings, we will live our lives as the "bhadralok" in prudent indulgence living for the next generation who will continue to consume the planet, and save nothing, do nothing, but perpetuate self destruction.

Helplessness. I am aware of our singular helplessness.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
I do not have a typical death-like Monday-Friday roll-call of work hence there are no typical Friday/this-day or that-day nights.

shall never let a day dictate.

I defeated The grim-reaper like Monday lurking by the pillow side a while back. :) [touche]
You should message me if
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-Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question. . .
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.-