Saturday, September 5, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
majestic mug
In every man’s life he shall encounter a situation or a time when he goes completely bonkers.. he goes stark raving mad. What may trigger this sudden bout of craziness varies highly from person to person. It could be anything. From cat’s hair to Cuban cigars, from steel spoons to the word yellow. Anyway, i think i am kinda looney on my head right now. What triggered this?? Fuck knows... i am not suppose to remember, am i???
Anyway this is the point of time when i have to have a conversation with myself. Trust me, one Me is bad enough. Imagine two of me. Since i have nothing on my mind i am gonna ramble way with myself.
Me: watchya upto moron?
Me: fuck off!! I am having a headache as is. I don’t want me to evolve it into a deathwish.
Me: chill man, was kinda killing my time. And remembered we have a conversation long overdue.
Me: fuck man... not the girl again.
Me: nope....
Me: acads??? (my feet goes sub zero)
Me: nah.... just chit chat... you know... like ur alternate quantum earth theory...
Me: now.. both of us know tht Earth II exists i dimension Alpha Sahara Sahara...
Me: your fucking weird dude...
Me: whatever.... cigs?
Me: wudnt mind one
Me: still, what actually happened with her man???
Me: I have no freakin clue.... ever since that last phone conversation she goes dean on me... now reduced to occasional pings and formal exchange of words....
Me: good going man.... shit man, i feel so proud... guess I won’t figure out women ever
Me: me neither
Me: idiot, both of us are same.. shit this quantum existence is crazy... remind me to fry my brain when i’m done here... fuck man.. me with me is very dangerous. I’m already contemplating blowing the brains out... fuck fuck....
Me: whoa. Don’t go all trainspotting on me.
Me: whatever, girls maan.... can live without them, but they wont let u live without them.
Me: yeah!! Right... you are a moron..
Me: :D :D
Me: what a girl actually need is a companion who will match her intellectual level
Me: dude, that is the reason we give to all who ask us why we r single :D
Me: but seriously, don’t u think its the truth??
Me: maybe man. Smart girls are like a litter of puppies. Good ones are gone and all that is left are bitches
Me& Me : (brays with laughter at the unintentional and accidental piece of witticism that dropped out of the rusty tin can of my brain)
Me: (wiping off the tears) seriously man. What happened to the dreamgirl
Me & Me : (chanting together)
· Milla jovovich’s face
· Milla jovovich’s looks
· Milla jovovich’s fighting skills
· Sharon stone’s sophistication
· 130+ IQ
· Amy lee’s voice
· Lara dutta’s smile
· Angel wings and a bottle of whiskey in her hand
Me: dude.... OB reading
Me: its ok, let OB read
Me: fuck you moron... OB reading for tomo. Quit fucking around...
All the dumb reverie breaks. There is only one me again. Alone in my room... Pink Floyd flowing from the speakers, infecting oxygen in the room. It was intense...
Me: Shit man... that was crazy. (gasps)... I’ll be so fucked if there were one more of me....
Me: oh would you be?????
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This is perhaps one of my first attempts to decipher my recent thought. As always and ever it left me where I began. Nowhere. This is a pure work of fiction laced with mangled thoughts from self. It definitely is not good read but , hey you are jobless if u have reached this far... anyway life beckos from outside... it is raining in Indore. It is also raining in my room. I refuse to close the window and light a cigarette. Stick the face in to the rain, inhaling the smoke deeply.... guess its Joker bowing out.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Brand new mad ravings
After 5 months of sheer laziness, I am trying to put something in the blog lest someone tries to delete it. It s not that i have something good to say or something bad to say... this is just a dumb whim to type away to glory. The fact is that I am the only one who ever reads this sad piece of pseudo-writings. But it is tremendous fun to type shit and hope to god that someone might stumble into it and read it. I am still clueless what to type but by the lords of porno and graphic novels, i am gonna put something here today. When you come to think of it “its all a joke” (Comedian: watchmen)
Oh shit!!! This ain’t moving .... painful when u want to write n u have nothing to write. Kinda feel like n number of exams which were graced by my presence. I always wondered why i feel like a moron when i read textbooks n stuff.. the realisation came very recently. The simple fact that I am a moron. But self-realization is the ultimate solution to morondom. So right now i am in a intellectual conundrum. Am I still a moron or is my tenure as a moron in this world come to an end?
Anyway ignore the bull shit given above and try ignoring the rest of the bullshit following. Things are never a bed of roses with me. Like Prometheus I carry a pocket edition of hell with me. Its my personal set of mistakes that i keep on repeating. Whatever happens to me I successfully manage to screw them up. So again i am successful in screwing things up. So i am successful in something. That saves me from being a loser.
I am a lazy ass. The previous paragraph was written exactly 20 hrs before i started this. Anyway lets get back to the current issues such as a topic to write.... in the past 20 hrs lots of things has gone through the random topic generator popularly perceived as my brain. Listening to all the songs of linkin park in the meantime has kicked the balls of the cynic in me who was fast asleep due to heavy dosage of inebriating substances in the system. Attending classes has helped to alleviate the whole hangover as a nice little lava bath would help an icecube in a whiskey glass. This must be what they call the pain of creativity.... i say its a bunch of dried mangoseeds doused in a pile of month old bull shit. I thought about putting down my interpretation of the chemical fuck up known as love but lack of any good things to put on a blog i decided against the whole exercise. Then thought about writing on anti heroes. There is a topic that is worth mentioning.
The world is said to survive on the delicate balance of duality. The night and day, good Vs evil yadda yadda. Most people would like to see the world as absolute. Most people think they are either very good or very evil. The former as a social acceptability strategy while latter as a sorry excuse to be different from others. Both these category fail to realise that world is nothing but shades of gray. I don’t believe in absolutes as a principle. If each and everyone in this small planet is unique then how can there be only absolutes. Everyone want to be the hero and losers in the game want to be villain. Hero so he can sleep with the girls while the villain can have a shot at raping the girl. Yup its abso-fucking-lutely chauvinistic, but we have to face it. Humans’ ultimate aim in life is procreation and everything else are just collateral. God did make a mistake when he added the little factor of pleasure in the process of coitus. This lead to the situation where the tought process of majority of men is restricted to images and imaginations of female’s vulva. Anyway its a trait of the male of the species and no one ..... i mean absolutely no one can change that. Lets get back to the gray area we were talking about.
Anti heros are people who are the real deal. Their primary mission in life is survival rather than coitus, which i would say is much more logical and practical and will help them in long term. If someone i ever ask me which superhero i want to be, my answer should be a simple me. I don’t have any special powers (if you exclude my larger than usual aptitude to piss off people). I don’t wish to have any either. I am what I am. Yup i know it sounds corny enough as is so i am not pursuing that line of thought anymore. Reading graphic novels and comic has made my reality much more mundane that it has ever been. Characters like Constantine, Spider Jerusalem, Rorschach has heavily influenced they way i think and act lately. The primary reason being they are humans rather than fictitious characters who are created to please morons who still listen to Britney spears and backstreetboys. One reason i shifted my focus in music to genres such as variations of metal and blues is simply because those songs make much more sense to me. Some pathetic boyband singing bout pink roses in a spring which can be given to some bimbo so he can make love to her is much more than bull crap. Love, is much more than the shit they prophecies it to be. It involves emotions and moods which can never be captured in words. When some girl dumps a guy, if he is a BSB kinda guy, he will sing about his broken heart and puppies crapping in spring. The other genre will talk about the hatred generated and his desire to kill the bitch or at least ruin her life, which is a much more realistic version of the emotions they feel. Those who try to hide from these emotions are the real people whom one should be afraid of. The other guy shouts get it out of his system while our BOYBAND lookalike will be keeping it all dammed inside his pink soul and develops various complications such as constipation, psychosis and all other psycho-somatic illness one can amass in a lifetime. Anyway, me not going there anymore. Talking of love is never my strong point.
About a thousand words and still no clear topic here. Just a collection of my raving ramblings which are manifestations of an ENFP type having severe bipolar disorder. Think i am just gonna leave oit at that... more i try to write, more i am fucking up this blog. Joker signing off for now
Peace and light
PS: for the arbit person who may stumble upon this, please lemme know that more than one person (ie me) read this . I am damn curious as a matter of fact.
PPS : even if you don’t respond, may there be peace and light in your life.
Oh shit!!! This ain’t moving .... painful when u want to write n u have nothing to write. Kinda feel like n number of exams which were graced by my presence. I always wondered why i feel like a moron when i read textbooks n stuff.. the realisation came very recently. The simple fact that I am a moron. But self-realization is the ultimate solution to morondom. So right now i am in a intellectual conundrum. Am I still a moron or is my tenure as a moron in this world come to an end?
Anyway ignore the bull shit given above and try ignoring the rest of the bullshit following. Things are never a bed of roses with me. Like Prometheus I carry a pocket edition of hell with me. Its my personal set of mistakes that i keep on repeating. Whatever happens to me I successfully manage to screw them up. So again i am successful in screwing things up. So i am successful in something. That saves me from being a loser.
I am a lazy ass. The previous paragraph was written exactly 20 hrs before i started this. Anyway lets get back to the current issues such as a topic to write.... in the past 20 hrs lots of things has gone through the random topic generator popularly perceived as my brain. Listening to all the songs of linkin park in the meantime has kicked the balls of the cynic in me who was fast asleep due to heavy dosage of inebriating substances in the system. Attending classes has helped to alleviate the whole hangover as a nice little lava bath would help an icecube in a whiskey glass. This must be what they call the pain of creativity.... i say its a bunch of dried mangoseeds doused in a pile of month old bull shit. I thought about putting down my interpretation of the chemical fuck up known as love but lack of any good things to put on a blog i decided against the whole exercise. Then thought about writing on anti heroes. There is a topic that is worth mentioning.
The world is said to survive on the delicate balance of duality. The night and day, good Vs evil yadda yadda. Most people would like to see the world as absolute. Most people think they are either very good or very evil. The former as a social acceptability strategy while latter as a sorry excuse to be different from others. Both these category fail to realise that world is nothing but shades of gray. I don’t believe in absolutes as a principle. If each and everyone in this small planet is unique then how can there be only absolutes. Everyone want to be the hero and losers in the game want to be villain. Hero so he can sleep with the girls while the villain can have a shot at raping the girl. Yup its abso-fucking-lutely chauvinistic, but we have to face it. Humans’ ultimate aim in life is procreation and everything else are just collateral. God did make a mistake when he added the little factor of pleasure in the process of coitus. This lead to the situation where the tought process of majority of men is restricted to images and imaginations of female’s vulva. Anyway its a trait of the male of the species and no one ..... i mean absolutely no one can change that. Lets get back to the gray area we were talking about.
Anti heros are people who are the real deal. Their primary mission in life is survival rather than coitus, which i would say is much more logical and practical and will help them in long term. If someone i ever ask me which superhero i want to be, my answer should be a simple me. I don’t have any special powers (if you exclude my larger than usual aptitude to piss off people). I don’t wish to have any either. I am what I am. Yup i know it sounds corny enough as is so i am not pursuing that line of thought anymore. Reading graphic novels and comic has made my reality much more mundane that it has ever been. Characters like Constantine, Spider Jerusalem, Rorschach has heavily influenced they way i think and act lately. The primary reason being they are humans rather than fictitious characters who are created to please morons who still listen to Britney spears and backstreetboys. One reason i shifted my focus in music to genres such as variations of metal and blues is simply because those songs make much more sense to me. Some pathetic boyband singing bout pink roses in a spring which can be given to some bimbo so he can make love to her is much more than bull crap. Love, is much more than the shit they prophecies it to be. It involves emotions and moods which can never be captured in words. When some girl dumps a guy, if he is a BSB kinda guy, he will sing about his broken heart and puppies crapping in spring. The other genre will talk about the hatred generated and his desire to kill the bitch or at least ruin her life, which is a much more realistic version of the emotions they feel. Those who try to hide from these emotions are the real people whom one should be afraid of. The other guy shouts get it out of his system while our BOYBAND lookalike will be keeping it all dammed inside his pink soul and develops various complications such as constipation, psychosis and all other psycho-somatic illness one can amass in a lifetime. Anyway, me not going there anymore. Talking of love is never my strong point.
About a thousand words and still no clear topic here. Just a collection of my raving ramblings which are manifestations of an ENFP type having severe bipolar disorder. Think i am just gonna leave oit at that... more i try to write, more i am fucking up this blog. Joker signing off for now
Peace and light
PS: for the arbit person who may stumble upon this, please lemme know that more than one person (ie me) read this . I am damn curious as a matter of fact.
PPS : even if you don’t respond, may there be peace and light in your life.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
pointless......... no surprises here
As usual I am back.. no provocation to write anything.. if u ask me why i write this shitty blog, I hav no aswer to give. but menne its my way of getting my frustrations out or mebbe its just because its me and i am seldom rational. In order to write something you essentially need a question.. whatever comes out is basically an answer to the question. when the question is missing the answer tends to be interpreted as bullshit or even high end philosophy. no way I am gonna claim that whatever crap i put down is philosophy of any vareity but it could be my interpretations of life. As my interpretations of life and everything in this universe is as muddy and vague as er.... something very vague, I am not asking anyone to take the pains in understanding them or even care to read them.
today i was thinking bout writin a book. something in the line of chetan bhagat's only good work, five point someone. the book clicked with the student community especially with the engineers as it pretty much summerizes wats an engineering student's way of life. I could identify a lot with the charecters in the book. I have been a bad bad student once i got into my grad studies. in place of the usual 48 odd papers normal students write, i have written more than a hundred exams. having back papers came to me as easy as breathing. as a normal guy would take four years to complete his engineering, It took me full five years to get myself a professional degree. but at any rate I would say that my life's an underdog's wet dream. the fact that I made thru to an IIM)(even if I'm academically ass raped here) is definitly impressive considerin the fact that i was among the bottom 10 percentile in my grads. but hey, i am not a total loser. my 23rd birthday was eventful. I always wanted to write about this.
that was the day I was suppose to join the Well known institute for management studies in central India. but i was suppose to write the last exam (of course a back paper which i was supposed to pass two years back) so that I may call myself a graduate. the mornin was reserved for the exam. going thru that exercise with the same ease that i can finish a cigarette i was back home by noon. I promptly got out of there and went to see all my friends who were suppose to bid me adieu .. the stupid flight was a connect flight from gud ol trivandrum to mumbai to indore... I remember reachin Mumbai at night about 22:00. after that I was stranded in mumbai airport for almost 7-8 hours (the details are a bit hazy) when I finally made it to Indore by seven next mornin I was more than relieved... it was actually a nice experience, a great story to tell people especially wen ur high. But ever since that day I have never known peace of mind. sure I am relaxed and all but I could never have the same feeling I had standing on a pier smoking a cigarette and watching the rain fall on the ocean like a dream... maybe I am being all sentimental about the past but somehow i feel like I miss the ocean and the moon..
one thing I notice that I use the word Maybe a tad too much. is it because I am full of doubts? the answer is again maybe... yup, it is a vicious cycle...
though this is not the ideal place to be for me i am really happy to be here... its because of the set of morons I call friends who r here... I have met some of the best people in the whole world here..they definitly make it worth being here... (please notice I didn't use maybe here cos i'm absolutely sure about the above mentioned fact)
this post is going to end abrutly like the song toxicity... cos i dont feel like going on with it anymore... bowing out
"Lay beside me, under wicked skies
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze
The door cracks open but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through"
Unforgiven-II (MetallicA)
today i was thinking bout writin a book. something in the line of chetan bhagat's only good work, five point someone. the book clicked with the student community especially with the engineers as it pretty much summerizes wats an engineering student's way of life. I could identify a lot with the charecters in the book. I have been a bad bad student once i got into my grad studies. in place of the usual 48 odd papers normal students write, i have written more than a hundred exams. having back papers came to me as easy as breathing. as a normal guy would take four years to complete his engineering, It took me full five years to get myself a professional degree. but at any rate I would say that my life's an underdog's wet dream. the fact that I made thru to an IIM)(even if I'm academically ass raped here) is definitly impressive considerin the fact that i was among the bottom 10 percentile in my grads. but hey, i am not a total loser. my 23rd birthday was eventful. I always wanted to write about this.
that was the day I was suppose to join the Well known institute for management studies in central India. but i was suppose to write the last exam (of course a back paper which i was supposed to pass two years back) so that I may call myself a graduate. the mornin was reserved for the exam. going thru that exercise with the same ease that i can finish a cigarette i was back home by noon. I promptly got out of there and went to see all my friends who were suppose to bid me adieu .. the stupid flight was a connect flight from gud ol trivandrum to mumbai to indore... I remember reachin Mumbai at night about 22:00. after that I was stranded in mumbai airport for almost 7-8 hours (the details are a bit hazy) when I finally made it to Indore by seven next mornin I was more than relieved... it was actually a nice experience, a great story to tell people especially wen ur high. But ever since that day I have never known peace of mind. sure I am relaxed and all but I could never have the same feeling I had standing on a pier smoking a cigarette and watching the rain fall on the ocean like a dream... maybe I am being all sentimental about the past but somehow i feel like I miss the ocean and the moon..
one thing I notice that I use the word Maybe a tad too much. is it because I am full of doubts? the answer is again maybe... yup, it is a vicious cycle...
though this is not the ideal place to be for me i am really happy to be here... its because of the set of morons I call friends who r here... I have met some of the best people in the whole world here..they definitly make it worth being here... (please notice I didn't use maybe here cos i'm absolutely sure about the above mentioned fact)
this post is going to end abrutly like the song toxicity... cos i dont feel like going on with it anymore... bowing out
"Lay beside me, under wicked skies
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze
The door cracks open but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through"
Unforgiven-II (MetallicA)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
of insomnia and other vices
what makes a man himself???
is it the way he lives... his deeds.....his pesonality...
i say nothing defines a man more than his vices.....
the very best things a man can do is defined as a vice..... the simple reason being that the best things in life are not good for health.... in the 1976 porno "Alice in Wonderland" Alice says that if it feels good, there is a good chance that its bad for you and is answered back that that if it feels good, then its good.... one helluva lesson to learn from a porn movie.....
Why do things that bring pleasure viewed as a sin??? is it the religion ??? i think thats right ( this opinion is not unrelated to the fact that i am listening to the song Bad Religion by Godsmack at this very moment).. still... everything that feels good is branded as a temptation offered by the Big Red Guy with horns who lives in Hell and is depicted as a charecter in a BDSM movie and by The Ravishing Liz Hurley in one occassion....
the very fact that the things branded as taboo is the most popular things in the world.... its just because the same reason that the instinct of a man is rebel to any rules....
the list of vices are endless... but lets just take the most famous of em...
DRUGS, SEX AND ROCK and ROLL.... and yeah... two out of three aint so bad...
well we'll start with smoking
when i say smokin u may include lighting the end of a white roughly cylinderical paper roll with herbal matter stuffed into it.....
the great plant nicotoina was the best thing that ever came out of discovering the americas..... the great tradition of smoking for peace was rampant among the Red Indians..... even now i say that one charecteristic that distinguish me from most of the lesser mortals around me is the ever lit cigarette on my lips.... most view it as a bad bad polluting thing but i'd say that its one thing that has been with me thru thick and thin.... i have mentioned about the role of cigarettes as a social lubricant in one of my previous posts.... It is a fact that in most of the places people finds friends with accordance to their smoking habits.... the varieties of smokers are as follows...
light social smoker
not bad a smoker
regular smoker
heavy smoker and
the good old steam engine.....
my parents are very particular about my smoking habits... they know i do it... but the secret is this
let ur parents know u smoke and drink, but never let them know how much..... this kinda keeps things in balance....
anyway i am not in a mood to sing ballads on smoking but all i say is that it is a great thing to do if u get used to it but there is always the long term ill effects...
well, who ever says to me to quit smoking citing all the ill effects i just say this...
we came into the world without our consent, so when I go, i'll go the way i please... i am just facilitating my death in the long term... if ur a wimp to do that i am not to blame...
that brings us to the next vice
Alcohol
to tell the truth, i am not a great fan of alcohol... but I dont hate it either.... I am okay with six to seven drinks in my system but after that i go haaaaayyzeeee......... the worst thing about drinkin is not the hangover, not the puking, not the fist fights
i'll tell you whats the worst thing... its when people think that they can do anything they want after a few inside... they drive around trying to avoid the safe paths.... i have more than a few friends who had gone through this and ended up waking up in hospitals and in rare cases in morgue, which is a sad fact... drink on but drink responsibly... i know i am not that good with preachin but sadly I had to say it....
the next one is the best SEX
i still dont know why sex is viewed as a taboo.... after all this is our primary aim in life... to procreate... all the rest are just collateral.... well i dont mind people sleeping around as long as they are doing it with ppl whom they have a connection with... but random sex is stupid and damn idiotic.... most of the guys think sleeping around will make them studs and popular.... wrong... ur just viewed as a cunt ... same goes with girls too.... sex for satisfaction is one thing but promiscuity is quite a different ball game and no pun intended..... whatever u do... hav safe sex... dont wanna see anymore ppl gettin VD or abortion or both
the second best vice is of course ROCK
this is more like a way of life.... very few understand it... even fewer can follow it.... I aint gonna try to explain it for the simple fact is that it can never be explained... it shud be experienced..
and u may ask why drag Insomnia into this???
its cos i realise that I am one.... tried to go to sleep six hours back at 22:00 hrs... its almost 05:00 hrs the enxt day and i have finished two movies, one 20's pack of classic milds and one crappy post.... and i am still not sleeping..... this is what the Planet did to me.... my biological clock is ass raped and mass fucked to hell... i dont sleep peacefully anymore... for sleepin i shud either be sloshed or shud be in my classroom with a prof tryin to "teach" management.... This is my new vice... the most dangerous of them all for it increases the hours of me bein awake..... this is generally bad for the world as i may write more crappy posts if i am awake....
anyway, yet again my laziness is comin to your rescue... I am tired of tapping this Fucking keyboard.... guess i'll be going backstage for now.... mebbe i'll be back sooner that either of us think....
Joker is Over but Not Out
is it the way he lives... his deeds.....his pesonality...
i say nothing defines a man more than his vices.....
the very best things a man can do is defined as a vice..... the simple reason being that the best things in life are not good for health.... in the 1976 porno "Alice in Wonderland" Alice says that if it feels good, there is a good chance that its bad for you and is answered back that that if it feels good, then its good.... one helluva lesson to learn from a porn movie.....
Why do things that bring pleasure viewed as a sin??? is it the religion ??? i think thats right ( this opinion is not unrelated to the fact that i am listening to the song Bad Religion by Godsmack at this very moment).. still... everything that feels good is branded as a temptation offered by the Big Red Guy with horns who lives in Hell and is depicted as a charecter in a BDSM movie and by The Ravishing Liz Hurley in one occassion....
the very fact that the things branded as taboo is the most popular things in the world.... its just because the same reason that the instinct of a man is rebel to any rules....
the list of vices are endless... but lets just take the most famous of em...
DRUGS, SEX AND ROCK and ROLL.... and yeah... two out of three aint so bad...
well we'll start with smoking
when i say smokin u may include lighting the end of a white roughly cylinderical paper roll with herbal matter stuffed into it.....
the great plant nicotoina was the best thing that ever came out of discovering the americas..... the great tradition of smoking for peace was rampant among the Red Indians..... even now i say that one charecteristic that distinguish me from most of the lesser mortals around me is the ever lit cigarette on my lips.... most view it as a bad bad polluting thing but i'd say that its one thing that has been with me thru thick and thin.... i have mentioned about the role of cigarettes as a social lubricant in one of my previous posts.... It is a fact that in most of the places people finds friends with accordance to their smoking habits.... the varieties of smokers are as follows...
light social smoker
not bad a smoker
regular smoker
heavy smoker and
the good old steam engine.....
my parents are very particular about my smoking habits... they know i do it... but the secret is this
let ur parents know u smoke and drink, but never let them know how much..... this kinda keeps things in balance....
anyway i am not in a mood to sing ballads on smoking but all i say is that it is a great thing to do if u get used to it but there is always the long term ill effects...
well, who ever says to me to quit smoking citing all the ill effects i just say this...
we came into the world without our consent, so when I go, i'll go the way i please... i am just facilitating my death in the long term... if ur a wimp to do that i am not to blame...
that brings us to the next vice
Alcohol
to tell the truth, i am not a great fan of alcohol... but I dont hate it either.... I am okay with six to seven drinks in my system but after that i go haaaaayyzeeee......... the worst thing about drinkin is not the hangover, not the puking, not the fist fights
i'll tell you whats the worst thing... its when people think that they can do anything they want after a few inside... they drive around trying to avoid the safe paths.... i have more than a few friends who had gone through this and ended up waking up in hospitals and in rare cases in morgue, which is a sad fact... drink on but drink responsibly... i know i am not that good with preachin but sadly I had to say it....
the next one is the best SEX
i still dont know why sex is viewed as a taboo.... after all this is our primary aim in life... to procreate... all the rest are just collateral.... well i dont mind people sleeping around as long as they are doing it with ppl whom they have a connection with... but random sex is stupid and damn idiotic.... most of the guys think sleeping around will make them studs and popular.... wrong... ur just viewed as a cunt ... same goes with girls too.... sex for satisfaction is one thing but promiscuity is quite a different ball game and no pun intended..... whatever u do... hav safe sex... dont wanna see anymore ppl gettin VD or abortion or both
the second best vice is of course ROCK
this is more like a way of life.... very few understand it... even fewer can follow it.... I aint gonna try to explain it for the simple fact is that it can never be explained... it shud be experienced..
and u may ask why drag Insomnia into this???
its cos i realise that I am one.... tried to go to sleep six hours back at 22:00 hrs... its almost 05:00 hrs the enxt day and i have finished two movies, one 20's pack of classic milds and one crappy post.... and i am still not sleeping..... this is what the Planet did to me.... my biological clock is ass raped and mass fucked to hell... i dont sleep peacefully anymore... for sleepin i shud either be sloshed or shud be in my classroom with a prof tryin to "teach" management.... This is my new vice... the most dangerous of them all for it increases the hours of me bein awake..... this is generally bad for the world as i may write more crappy posts if i am awake....
anyway, yet again my laziness is comin to your rescue... I am tired of tapping this Fucking keyboard.... guess i'll be going backstage for now.... mebbe i'll be back sooner that either of us think....
Joker is Over but Not Out
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Ode To JOBLESSNESS
FOR ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO ARE LOOKING FOR A CENTRAL THEME IN THIS>> "FUCK OFF"....... there is no theme here.... tis is neither a well disguised critique nor something with a deep inner meaning... this is simply the joker raving for the heck of it...been a while since i posted anything.... its simply due to the fact that i'm ultra lazy coupled with the fact that my brainsize is congruent to that of a dinosaur..
most of the time is spent in front of the lappy which is like my second brain.... it basicaly have the same content as my brain... well it has games movies music and PORN........ and yeah an OS which is flashy and almost useless.... well anyway i am grateful that i have it (both my biological brain and the electronic one).
For the past two days i was listening to Pink Floyd without pause... they simply are the best which is of course an undisputed fact.... the question is why??
a few years back I was on the opinion that Pink Floyd is just over rated.... but now the tables hav turned.... the million layers of meanings that impregnate the lyrics is what makes them the best... my past was eventful and i am not denying the fact that i had done many things that would shock a nun to death... but the fact is that i was alive back then... now i feel like a baby walrus ready to be skinned...
the question is whether the pursuit of money and happiness could be branded as life or is life something else?
i see people around me working like hell... sleeping just a few hours, eating junk food, getting fat talking about grades and assignments...... make me feel sick...
its basically the social obligation of every individual to be successful in life which make people do all this..... the expectation placed on the shoulders are too heavy for most.... they end up existing rather than living..... they just dont stop to think if they are happy or not.... the motivating force is again "$$$$$$$$$$$$$"
the nature had devised a way to make the world a better place... its called natural selection by survival of the fittest... this is done too eliminate the weakest DNAs from procreating.... nature had been very successful for a very long time in improving the species... but somewhere something happened and the homo sapiens took a different road..... gone are the days when physical strength was the hall mark of a good DNA.... oh no... its the best minds that rule the world now....
I asked a lady friend of mine once that what does a woman wants from a man.... after the usual cliche bullshit things like love and caring blah blah... she said the truth... its Money.... all the rest are just bonus... \
YES.... this is the age of FAT and unhelthy men who are physically weak but with razor sharp mind calculating every tick of the sensex and predicting the future and earning truckload of money who are gonna walk away with the babes.... gone are the days when knights on shiny armor swept the princess away... the poor chap slays the dragon and fights evil machinery to reach the princess' bedroom to find she has already left with a pot bellied Investment banker who has a ferrari....
Now now.... dont this make u think that i abhor money or anything.... i simply love the concept of money... its the best invention after fire and shotguns... but still... i still like to be part of a post apocalyse world where a man is measured not by the car e drives but the number of cars he got from the ppl he had killed :D..........
does that make me a raving psychopath??? the answer is yes... I am a raving psychopath... even now my favorite profession would be that of a Hitman.... but the way my life is going, i would end up killing people by firing them from jobs or making them bankrupt....
All of you who care to read this knows that i consider myself to be a lunatic.... but recently i know for a fact that i am really losing it...
its one thing to call oneself mad... but when you start dreaming about poisonous frogs (the ones who are either flourascent green or orange with black) that are at least two meters high and ferrets the size of equine entities, you realalise you seriously need psychiatric help.... well these are the things i dream nowadays... the worst thing is that they recurr.... those fucking animals just sit there and stare at me when i dream... damn its frustrating... i dunno how to interpret these and giv a flashy explanation to it but by Zark... its frustrating... its like watching your dog hump a post in front of your girlfriend and her parents.....
anyway... its time for my next cigarette.... this one is crappier that tne other posts and there is a good chance that i might not post for a very long time... the laziness is grippin me again...
this place is strange... though it saps the energy out of you, it also comforts you like a cryogenic tank which kills ur vitals but keeps u alive... this place is sapping the life out of me... making me a machine which just exists.... I HATE IT HERE
most of the time is spent in front of the lappy which is like my second brain.... it basicaly have the same content as my brain... well it has games movies music and PORN........ and yeah an OS which is flashy and almost useless.... well anyway i am grateful that i have it (both my biological brain and the electronic one).
For the past two days i was listening to Pink Floyd without pause... they simply are the best which is of course an undisputed fact.... the question is why??
a few years back I was on the opinion that Pink Floyd is just over rated.... but now the tables hav turned.... the million layers of meanings that impregnate the lyrics is what makes them the best... my past was eventful and i am not denying the fact that i had done many things that would shock a nun to death... but the fact is that i was alive back then... now i feel like a baby walrus ready to be skinned...
the question is whether the pursuit of money and happiness could be branded as life or is life something else?
i see people around me working like hell... sleeping just a few hours, eating junk food, getting fat talking about grades and assignments...... make me feel sick...
its basically the social obligation of every individual to be successful in life which make people do all this..... the expectation placed on the shoulders are too heavy for most.... they end up existing rather than living..... they just dont stop to think if they are happy or not.... the motivating force is again "$$$$$$$$$$$$$"
the nature had devised a way to make the world a better place... its called natural selection by survival of the fittest... this is done too eliminate the weakest DNAs from procreating.... nature had been very successful for a very long time in improving the species... but somewhere something happened and the homo sapiens took a different road..... gone are the days when physical strength was the hall mark of a good DNA.... oh no... its the best minds that rule the world now....
I asked a lady friend of mine once that what does a woman wants from a man.... after the usual cliche bullshit things like love and caring blah blah... she said the truth... its Money.... all the rest are just bonus... \
YES.... this is the age of FAT and unhelthy men who are physically weak but with razor sharp mind calculating every tick of the sensex and predicting the future and earning truckload of money who are gonna walk away with the babes.... gone are the days when knights on shiny armor swept the princess away... the poor chap slays the dragon and fights evil machinery to reach the princess' bedroom to find she has already left with a pot bellied Investment banker who has a ferrari....
Now now.... dont this make u think that i abhor money or anything.... i simply love the concept of money... its the best invention after fire and shotguns... but still... i still like to be part of a post apocalyse world where a man is measured not by the car e drives but the number of cars he got from the ppl he had killed :D..........
does that make me a raving psychopath??? the answer is yes... I am a raving psychopath... even now my favorite profession would be that of a Hitman.... but the way my life is going, i would end up killing people by firing them from jobs or making them bankrupt....
All of you who care to read this knows that i consider myself to be a lunatic.... but recently i know for a fact that i am really losing it...
its one thing to call oneself mad... but when you start dreaming about poisonous frogs (the ones who are either flourascent green or orange with black) that are at least two meters high and ferrets the size of equine entities, you realalise you seriously need psychiatric help.... well these are the things i dream nowadays... the worst thing is that they recurr.... those fucking animals just sit there and stare at me when i dream... damn its frustrating... i dunno how to interpret these and giv a flashy explanation to it but by Zark... its frustrating... its like watching your dog hump a post in front of your girlfriend and her parents.....
anyway... its time for my next cigarette.... this one is crappier that tne other posts and there is a good chance that i might not post for a very long time... the laziness is grippin me again...
this place is strange... though it saps the energy out of you, it also comforts you like a cryogenic tank which kills ur vitals but keeps u alive... this place is sapping the life out of me... making me a machine which just exists.... I HATE IT HERE
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