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
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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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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