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.