In a holder, bitter brown caress
Sweet, sour, warm hands bare
Seldom silent, she sat across
Eyes covered with dusty hair
His head turned to her voice
His hand to his empty cup
Breaking his posed poise
He continued to look up
As he trembled towards
Her table stood in a daze
He stopped, still forwards
Sat down beside the craze
She slurped her sweet chai
Got up, paid her fare and tip
Walked out without a goodbye
Leaving him the last savoured sip
Monday, January 31, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
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The most interesting and frustrating thing about living in this age is that there is nothing stable left to stand on.
The concept of truth has been dishonored and along with it all the ideals that were dependent upon it.
A world released from external definitions, settles for illusions to recreate itself continuously and it invents perils and desires to maintain cohesion by keeping its parts in a continuous state of mystification.
Anomie keeps the social brew bubbling, making the boundaries attractive and the extremes, factories of doe-eyed wellness.
This is the world where the sightless get swept away by passing fads and the sighted, even if one-eyed, project inner islands outwardly, and call them home.
Experiences are enjoyed more in expectation rather than in their actuality than they are enjoyed in retrospect. The mind has a way of forgetting detail. Should I be feeling shame for it, should I be embarrassed because of it?
Progress has certainly done its best to make me feel so. It has certainly tried to convince me that I should suffer for it, that I’m born guilty of it - just by being me- just by being.
But besides an earlier bout with bad conscience and an infantile infatuation with the redirected hypocritical selfishness of idealistic altruism, I’m more inclined to feel pride and pleasure in it these days.
Recognition of an entirety, I’m not fully responsible for, I guess.
Remorse never solidified in me, it clung there for a while, and then slid away leaving only scar tissue in its passing. Disfigurements are the inevitable souvenirs of pressure.
I’ve salvaged whatever remnants of self-respect I could from the corrupting forces of a world that wanted to absorb me into its wholeness and make me a willing member of its entourage, and I now hold them up like a banner of honor. A symbol of waving belligerence in the wind: “I’m still here, damn you! I’m still, fucking, here!” I shout, even if nobody cares but me.
The concept of truth has been dishonored and along with it all the ideals that were dependent upon it.
A world released from external definitions, settles for illusions to recreate itself continuously and it invents perils and desires to maintain cohesion by keeping its parts in a continuous state of mystification.
Anomie keeps the social brew bubbling, making the boundaries attractive and the extremes, factories of doe-eyed wellness.
This is the world where the sightless get swept away by passing fads and the sighted, even if one-eyed, project inner islands outwardly, and call them home.
Experiences are enjoyed more in expectation rather than in their actuality than they are enjoyed in retrospect. The mind has a way of forgetting detail. Should I be feeling shame for it, should I be embarrassed because of it?
Progress has certainly done its best to make me feel so. It has certainly tried to convince me that I should suffer for it, that I’m born guilty of it - just by being me- just by being.
But besides an earlier bout with bad conscience and an infantile infatuation with the redirected hypocritical selfishness of idealistic altruism, I’m more inclined to feel pride and pleasure in it these days.
Recognition of an entirety, I’m not fully responsible for, I guess.
Remorse never solidified in me, it clung there for a while, and then slid away leaving only scar tissue in its passing. Disfigurements are the inevitable souvenirs of pressure.
I’ve salvaged whatever remnants of self-respect I could from the corrupting forces of a world that wanted to absorb me into its wholeness and make me a willing member of its entourage, and I now hold them up like a banner of honor. A symbol of waving belligerence in the wind: “I’m still here, damn you! I’m still, fucking, here!” I shout, even if nobody cares but me.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
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Humans are stupid. In fact stupidity is so inherently part of the human genetic code that we can't even call it a virus anymore. Stupidity is what makes humans....humans....How can we cure this. Well there are two ways. 1.) Remove all oxymoron and parodies from rules that govern our lives. Allow higher level stupid people who aren't as stupid as the people we have now become our new government officials. And lastly use our genetic research to kill this stupid gene.
Way 2.) The better alternative. Take all the stupid people and kill them in a variety of ways. The easiest way would be to slaughter them in lines at any amusement parks. I mean the lines are set up like cattle to the slaughter lines anyways so no one will suspect the irony of the situation.
Then we can have fun shooting the others, pushing them into pits, slowly killing them limb by limb...The possibilities are as endless as the fun you get from watching it. "But Dhruv," You ask. "Who decides who is stupid and who isn't. That's not very moral." Well that's easy. You for one or stupid for thinking that so you're obviously on the list already.
I will of course be deciding this and why not...I'm one of the few endangered smart people left. Join me in the endlessly fun ways to kill stupid people before you too die when I deem you stupid!
Way 2.) The better alternative. Take all the stupid people and kill them in a variety of ways. The easiest way would be to slaughter them in lines at any amusement parks. I mean the lines are set up like cattle to the slaughter lines anyways so no one will suspect the irony of the situation.
Then we can have fun shooting the others, pushing them into pits, slowly killing them limb by limb...The possibilities are as endless as the fun you get from watching it. "But Dhruv," You ask. "Who decides who is stupid and who isn't. That's not very moral." Well that's easy. You for one or stupid for thinking that so you're obviously on the list already.
I will of course be deciding this and why not...I'm one of the few endangered smart people left. Join me in the endlessly fun ways to kill stupid people before you too die when I deem you stupid!
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I love people who take up lots of my time, resources, and energy to make a plan for us to do something and then when it hits they cancel it right up front or, my favorite, become impossible to get a hold of until it's too late.
Too hard to give me a quick call or send me a quick email stating that you aren't available. Too busy to grab a phone and give me a 5 second message stating that you can't make it. I know it takes up TONS of time but a little consideration is always appreciated.
How about I go and plan something that you really want to do and get you all hyped up about it, promise to pay for it and everything and get you all antsy and unable to sleep the night before. Then I'll casually forget and go about my day with my cell phone off letting you go from your emotional high to your emotional low in a second while I do my own fun things, maybe even do what we planned with friends who have consideration (with them paying of course but still...) and have a super fun time.
What comes around goes around right? Well with me it sure is! Want to go somewhere fun and/or exciting with me? Then keep me up to date or you can sit around crying about "what could have been".
Too hard to give me a quick call or send me a quick email stating that you aren't available. Too busy to grab a phone and give me a 5 second message stating that you can't make it. I know it takes up TONS of time but a little consideration is always appreciated.
How about I go and plan something that you really want to do and get you all hyped up about it, promise to pay for it and everything and get you all antsy and unable to sleep the night before. Then I'll casually forget and go about my day with my cell phone off letting you go from your emotional high to your emotional low in a second while I do my own fun things, maybe even do what we planned with friends who have consideration (with them paying of course but still...) and have a super fun time.
What comes around goes around right? Well with me it sure is! Want to go somewhere fun and/or exciting with me? Then keep me up to date or you can sit around crying about "what could have been".
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I am getting so sick and tired of people forgetting what we are talking about in a two-second time span. I shall give you an example so you know what I am talking about:
Me: I like how well this new monitor runs.
Moron: Yeah, it sounds pretty good.
Me: Yeah I only got it for Rs X
Moron: What
Me: What do you mean "What"!?
Moron: What are you talking about
Me: The monitor I just told you about you retard!
Moron: What monitor I'm lost lol
At this point I hack their computer and overload their motherboard and pray that the heat causes shrapnel to kill them or at least maim them. At the very least I'll know that I won't be seeing them online for awhile if I'm lucky.
Some one please tell me how hard it is to concentrate on a conversation for five seconds without getting lost in how "infinitely complex" the conversation is. If you're talking about cars and I ask what type of engine it has (as if I'd care, this is just an example) don't go "What...I don't get it...what are you talking about...im lost lol!"
I also hate that stupid "Well I have ADD(or ADHD) lol." Bullshit! Most "ADD" people are simply hyper active morons who don't want to learn how to sit and listen to something that anyone is talking about. If they get in trouble for it they just put the blame on a disease that they most likely don't even have.
And if you do have ADD/ADHD take your damned medication that will sedate your made up problem or leave me the hell alone!
And as someone brought to my attention scroll up on the damned window if you really can't remember. And if you are stupid enough to close the window while we are talking you don't deserve to be spoken to! Anyone who can't follow a conversation had better leave me alone if they want a working computer and less importantly their lives.
Me: I like how well this new monitor runs.
Moron: Yeah, it sounds pretty good.
Me: Yeah I only got it for Rs X
Moron: What
Me: What do you mean "What"!?
Moron: What are you talking about
Me: The monitor I just told you about you retard!
Moron: What monitor I'm lost lol
At this point I hack their computer and overload their motherboard and pray that the heat causes shrapnel to kill them or at least maim them. At the very least I'll know that I won't be seeing them online for awhile if I'm lucky.
Some one please tell me how hard it is to concentrate on a conversation for five seconds without getting lost in how "infinitely complex" the conversation is. If you're talking about cars and I ask what type of engine it has (as if I'd care, this is just an example) don't go "What...I don't get it...what are you talking about...im lost lol!"
I also hate that stupid "Well I have ADD(or ADHD) lol." Bullshit! Most "ADD" people are simply hyper active morons who don't want to learn how to sit and listen to something that anyone is talking about. If they get in trouble for it they just put the blame on a disease that they most likely don't even have.
And if you do have ADD/ADHD take your damned medication that will sedate your made up problem or leave me the hell alone!
And as someone brought to my attention scroll up on the damned window if you really can't remember. And if you are stupid enough to close the window while we are talking you don't deserve to be spoken to! Anyone who can't follow a conversation had better leave me alone if they want a working computer and less importantly their lives.
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Don't you just love it when this happens:
Person: hey
Me: Hi
Person: I got a new game
Me: What game?
*silence ensues until next login*
Now why the fuck would you stop talking at this point? Is it for bragging rights because the other person doesn't know exactly what you are talking about? Is it because you don't want to be deleted as a friend so you act as if you want to talk to someone by putting in a couple of sentences as if it makes a difference?
Stop wasting my time! If that is all that you feel like typing then do me a favor and don't type at all. Otherwise I will give you a reason to not type anymore (use your imagination).
I do not have the patience to sit through all your half explanations and time consuming silences during which I could be doing more important things like setting broadcasting stations on fire and making Aztec sacrifices to please my Gods and send blood upon this Earth like a good cleansing bath.
But now I have to go house to house and deal with this people who can't keep up an eight second conversation and torture them. While fun it is just too time consuming.
I think the best solution to this problem would be a timed virus that if a conversation ends before say five minutes then it infects the users computer and blows up their keyboard in their face.
It would then take a picture so that I could see the victim with all those now bloody keys gouged into their face and know that the world is one step closer to perfection.
Like your face? Then either have a conversation or leave me the hell alone! (The latter is preferable actually.)
Person: hey
Me: Hi
Person: I got a new game
Me: What game?
*silence ensues until next login*
Now why the fuck would you stop talking at this point? Is it for bragging rights because the other person doesn't know exactly what you are talking about? Is it because you don't want to be deleted as a friend so you act as if you want to talk to someone by putting in a couple of sentences as if it makes a difference?
Stop wasting my time! If that is all that you feel like typing then do me a favor and don't type at all. Otherwise I will give you a reason to not type anymore (use your imagination).
I do not have the patience to sit through all your half explanations and time consuming silences during which I could be doing more important things like setting broadcasting stations on fire and making Aztec sacrifices to please my Gods and send blood upon this Earth like a good cleansing bath.
But now I have to go house to house and deal with this people who can't keep up an eight second conversation and torture them. While fun it is just too time consuming.
I think the best solution to this problem would be a timed virus that if a conversation ends before say five minutes then it infects the users computer and blows up their keyboard in their face.
It would then take a picture so that I could see the victim with all those now bloody keys gouged into their face and know that the world is one step closer to perfection.
Like your face? Then either have a conversation or leave me the hell alone! (The latter is preferable actually.)
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More and more people these days try to get me to give them the opinion they should have about something. I don't know what you should think and I don't care either. Here's one of my favorite examples:
Person: *states thing that may or may not be cool*
Me: cool?
Person: idk...if you want it to be
Me: I was asking you if it was
Person: i d k...im lost
Me: how are you lost!? is it cool or not!?
Person:i d k
Me: fuck you
Person: lol
Through this you get the combination of an idiot who can't form their own opinion, can't follow a conversation, and thinks everything is funny. That's 3 rants (including this one) combined. Does this deserve some kind of bonus combo punishment?
I'd say give them an opinion, like kill their parents and then themselves and their little dog too but they wouldn't be able to follow that for 2 seconds straight before getting lost.
I guess the only thing we can do is send them into a park in the middle of a city where they'll get lost and not be able to find their way back to civilization and die.
In case they do make it out we can force the opinion that they went the wrong way and have them go back into the park. They'll think it's funny so don't feel too bad about them.
If the above example describes you then come on down to Park Survivor where the winner gets $1,000,000,000 with no government tax rip off the earnings. (Don't worry I won't go bankrupt anytime soon with these types of people).
Person: *states thing that may or may not be cool*
Me: cool?
Person: idk...if you want it to be
Me: I was asking you if it was
Person: i d k...im lost
Me: how are you lost!? is it cool or not!?
Person:i d k
Me: fuck you
Person: lol
Through this you get the combination of an idiot who can't form their own opinion, can't follow a conversation, and thinks everything is funny. That's 3 rants (including this one) combined. Does this deserve some kind of bonus combo punishment?
I'd say give them an opinion, like kill their parents and then themselves and their little dog too but they wouldn't be able to follow that for 2 seconds straight before getting lost.
I guess the only thing we can do is send them into a park in the middle of a city where they'll get lost and not be able to find their way back to civilization and die.
In case they do make it out we can force the opinion that they went the wrong way and have them go back into the park. They'll think it's funny so don't feel too bad about them.
If the above example describes you then come on down to Park Survivor where the winner gets $1,000,000,000 with no government tax rip off the earnings. (Don't worry I won't go bankrupt anytime soon with these types of people).
Thursday, January 20, 2011
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I am getting so sick of stupid people giving stupid arguments. Most of which aren't even logical. They then get all cry baby when pure logic stops their argument cold.
They then go over and over gain on the same argument. Repetition does not make you right. It just makes you look like an idiot.
Then when I finally back them down to where they lose, they bitch, moan, cry and then storm off as if they should have been in the right the whole time. If you lose just accept your loss and learn from it.
No one is perfect, so there is no point in letting a small loss take over your life and get you that angry. Especially if it's a stupid argument that no one in the world is going to care about. Just cut your losses if any, and move on.
But my pride Dhruv, I can't live without my pride. Rubbish. Pride gets you nothing. It makes you into a snob who thinks they own the world.
And when you lose, it turns you into the biggest baby the world has ever seen just because you aren't so macho.
But the most stupid one...'Let's just say we tied'. At this moment you should bask in your glory and savour your victory. This is the biggest pile of shit you will ever hear in an argument. If anyone falls for this one they should be run over until they are a speck in the road.
If someone tells you so, it means they know they have lost. Take this as your moment of triumph.
Signing off during the argument or trying to change the subject is also indicates his loss and your conquest. You don't win just because the final victory isn't announced.
Don't be a chicken take it like a man or I'll put you on a barbecue because that's where tasty chickens belong.
They then go over and over gain on the same argument. Repetition does not make you right. It just makes you look like an idiot.
Then when I finally back them down to where they lose, they bitch, moan, cry and then storm off as if they should have been in the right the whole time. If you lose just accept your loss and learn from it.
No one is perfect, so there is no point in letting a small loss take over your life and get you that angry. Especially if it's a stupid argument that no one in the world is going to care about. Just cut your losses if any, and move on.
But my pride Dhruv, I can't live without my pride. Rubbish. Pride gets you nothing. It makes you into a snob who thinks they own the world.
And when you lose, it turns you into the biggest baby the world has ever seen just because you aren't so macho.
But the most stupid one...'Let's just say we tied'. At this moment you should bask in your glory and savour your victory. This is the biggest pile of shit you will ever hear in an argument. If anyone falls for this one they should be run over until they are a speck in the road.
If someone tells you so, it means they know they have lost. Take this as your moment of triumph.
Signing off during the argument or trying to change the subject is also indicates his loss and your conquest. You don't win just because the final victory isn't announced.
Don't be a chicken take it like a man or I'll put you on a barbecue because that's where tasty chickens belong.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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This note is for those people who have to suffer and continue to suffer in the name of the Lord. This note is for those people who have had their mouths sewed up and have had their hands tied when it comes to having an opinion that is against religion, it is for those people who have had fatwas declared upon them cause some cleric in Iran thinks that religion’s fundamental teaching is war and not peace.
This note is for those people whose freedom of speech has been taken away, not because they have nothing to say, but because saying leaves them with nothing. This note is about those Danish cartoonists who depicted Mohammed; this is for Matt and Trey, the South Park creators, who have been threatened by Revolution Muslim which is based in New York. Yes, you read that right; they are an Islamic fundamentalist group in the city of 9/11.
This note is for those gorgeous ladies and some fat men with their boobs out who are the sole causes of earthquakes. This note is for the many open-minded people who have had their freedom of speech taken away from them. This note is for the families of American soldiers who have their child's funeral picketed by the the Westboro Baptist Church.
This note is for those who depicted Mohammed in any kind of way. This note is for those who called catholic priests pedophiles. This note is for those who said that your god and religion are nothing but as fictional as Santa Claus. This note is for those people who said that Islam is an intolerant religion. This note is for those who said that Islam is a tolerant religion. This note is for those wives who have been asked by Mullah Radio to make sure their husbands grow a beard or it will be their head.
This note is for the female coworker who has to breastfeed a male coworker so that they can work in the same place as this creates a bond of motherhood between the two of them. This note is for those who believe that freedom of speech does not mean that they can say as they please…..actually fuck your freedom of speech, fuck your right to do as you please.
This is to any Islamic cleric; go ahead declare a fatwa on me. I have one simple thing to say in the words of Jon Stewart – “Go Fuck Yourself”
This note is for those people whose freedom of speech has been taken away, not because they have nothing to say, but because saying leaves them with nothing. This note is about those Danish cartoonists who depicted Mohammed; this is for Matt and Trey, the South Park creators, who have been threatened by Revolution Muslim which is based in New York. Yes, you read that right; they are an Islamic fundamentalist group in the city of 9/11.
This note is for those gorgeous ladies and some fat men with their boobs out who are the sole causes of earthquakes. This note is for the many open-minded people who have had their freedom of speech taken away from them. This note is for the families of American soldiers who have their child's funeral picketed by the the Westboro Baptist Church.
This note is for those who depicted Mohammed in any kind of way. This note is for those who called catholic priests pedophiles. This note is for those who said that your god and religion are nothing but as fictional as Santa Claus. This note is for those people who said that Islam is an intolerant religion. This note is for those who said that Islam is a tolerant religion. This note is for those wives who have been asked by Mullah Radio to make sure their husbands grow a beard or it will be their head.
This note is for the female coworker who has to breastfeed a male coworker so that they can work in the same place as this creates a bond of motherhood between the two of them. This note is for those who believe that freedom of speech does not mean that they can say as they please…..actually fuck your freedom of speech, fuck your right to do as you please.
This is to any Islamic cleric; go ahead declare a fatwa on me. I have one simple thing to say in the words of Jon Stewart – “Go Fuck Yourself”
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Lying. This perhaps is the most important and sacred of human tendencies. We must lie. And why, you ask? Well, without deceitfulness, the world as we know will cease to exist. Lying is the only thing that keeps this round object (okay, oblate spheroid) turning.
Without lying, fabricating and faking your every move of existence, the world would come to blows bitter than the bitterest Denatonium. You have to cheat, lie and live this world in a way that nothing you ever say is truthful.
Actually, we do live in such a way. Nothing we say is the god-honest truth, is it? There is always a small and sometimes minuscule section that is a lie. But fear not, this is a marvelously good thing, a thing that in fact helps you survive. Unless you want to die, that is. If that be the case, then start telling the truth.
Fortunately, being human, you can’t tell the truth. So you are going to be called safe by the Umpire after the dust settles down, and at times even before. Truth never helped anyone, truth is like that friend who is good to you, will never be deceitful and will always be there for you. Well, that is until and always before you turn your back.
The moment you turn your back, truth becomes a cunning master of trickery and falsification. Truth will tear you apart and will still continue to be your best friend. Lie on the other hand does no such thing. He will from day one, hate you, take the mickey and will make sure you suffer and drown in your own world. But he loves you.
Lie loves you so much that he will lie for you; well he will even lie beside you. What more do you expect? Without his lies, you are nothing. You have nothing to be afraid of, as long as lying continues to conquer the truth. You may argue that truth is what will set you free. I have to agree. But I don’t think you are ready to be set free.
Man is far away from the truth today than he ever was. This of course I maintain is a good thing for human kind. Truth will not get you far; in fact truth will keep you tied down and eventually kill you. Well not before it tortures you by turning you upside down and stroking blades across your bare backs. Unless of course you enjoy such a thing. And if you do, then the truth is for you.
Without lying, fabricating and faking your every move of existence, the world would come to blows bitter than the bitterest Denatonium. You have to cheat, lie and live this world in a way that nothing you ever say is truthful.
Actually, we do live in such a way. Nothing we say is the god-honest truth, is it? There is always a small and sometimes minuscule section that is a lie. But fear not, this is a marvelously good thing, a thing that in fact helps you survive. Unless you want to die, that is. If that be the case, then start telling the truth.
Fortunately, being human, you can’t tell the truth. So you are going to be called safe by the Umpire after the dust settles down, and at times even before. Truth never helped anyone, truth is like that friend who is good to you, will never be deceitful and will always be there for you. Well, that is until and always before you turn your back.
The moment you turn your back, truth becomes a cunning master of trickery and falsification. Truth will tear you apart and will still continue to be your best friend. Lie on the other hand does no such thing. He will from day one, hate you, take the mickey and will make sure you suffer and drown in your own world. But he loves you.
Lie loves you so much that he will lie for you; well he will even lie beside you. What more do you expect? Without his lies, you are nothing. You have nothing to be afraid of, as long as lying continues to conquer the truth. You may argue that truth is what will set you free. I have to agree. But I don’t think you are ready to be set free.
Man is far away from the truth today than he ever was. This of course I maintain is a good thing for human kind. Truth will not get you far; in fact truth will keep you tied down and eventually kill you. Well not before it tortures you by turning you upside down and stroking blades across your bare backs. Unless of course you enjoy such a thing. And if you do, then the truth is for you.
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Nostalgia. I was reading some of my blog posts from back in 2004 and was wondering that apart from a writing style had anything else in my life changed. Well, if I could sum it up with one word, I’d have to say No.
But then you would go on to ask, how come? And wouldn’t it have changed in these six odd years? Well, the whole matter of fact is how we define change? Yes, if change is defined in a sense, that six years ago, I was a sulky bastard; well six years down I am an old sulky bastard.
Change is not constant. Change is only an illusion of our understanding of it. If everything does change, then nothing changes at all. But let us assume that change does exist, then are you happy from where you were before?
And if change is constant, can one actually ever be happy, knowing that things will change. Live in the moment, they say, well the moment passes by and you have not lived. You have not even taken birth to understand the concept of living. And when you finally do, you are dead.
As human beings, well some of us, are hungry and desire change every instant. We are unsatisfied souls that are not happy in the moment, but rather in the expectation of the moment. The moment does arrive and it is only a chimera of happiness.
We can of course argue that even if happiness is nothing but a figment of imagination, why is it a bad thing? Why is it a thing we should avoid? And I don’t have a response to that. In fact, I think it is wonderful that happiness is nothing but unreal and yet we all crave and aspire for it, that we will go to the extents of being sad and miserable, just to be happy.
I am not asking one to avoid happiness cause in reality you are not really happy. I am asking to embrace this illusive feeling. But at the same time I am also asking you to understand that not everybody has the courage and understanding of how to do so.
I’d like to leave you with a few lines I had written a while back
A thorned paradise
Crowned upon thee
Scarified self belief
Forgive nay left
Enameled faces decipher
Kings of sorrow
Jacks of joy
Upon charred coal
Circumcisial evidences flee
Headless chickens arise
Blood trapped underneath
Pensive moods a'roll
Enticed overdose deplete
Unscarred dark emotions
Passing through drips
Omegic burning sky
Green veins deceive
Smothered self destruction
Rise upon me
But then you would go on to ask, how come? And wouldn’t it have changed in these six odd years? Well, the whole matter of fact is how we define change? Yes, if change is defined in a sense, that six years ago, I was a sulky bastard; well six years down I am an old sulky bastard.
Change is not constant. Change is only an illusion of our understanding of it. If everything does change, then nothing changes at all. But let us assume that change does exist, then are you happy from where you were before?
And if change is constant, can one actually ever be happy, knowing that things will change. Live in the moment, they say, well the moment passes by and you have not lived. You have not even taken birth to understand the concept of living. And when you finally do, you are dead.
As human beings, well some of us, are hungry and desire change every instant. We are unsatisfied souls that are not happy in the moment, but rather in the expectation of the moment. The moment does arrive and it is only a chimera of happiness.
We can of course argue that even if happiness is nothing but a figment of imagination, why is it a bad thing? Why is it a thing we should avoid? And I don’t have a response to that. In fact, I think it is wonderful that happiness is nothing but unreal and yet we all crave and aspire for it, that we will go to the extents of being sad and miserable, just to be happy.
I am not asking one to avoid happiness cause in reality you are not really happy. I am asking to embrace this illusive feeling. But at the same time I am also asking you to understand that not everybody has the courage and understanding of how to do so.
I’d like to leave you with a few lines I had written a while back
A thorned paradise
Crowned upon thee
Scarified self belief
Forgive nay left
Enameled faces decipher
Kings of sorrow
Jacks of joy
Upon charred coal
Circumcisial evidences flee
Headless chickens arise
Blood trapped underneath
Pensive moods a'roll
Enticed overdose deplete
Unscarred dark emotions
Passing through drips
Omegic burning sky
Green veins deceive
Smothered self destruction
Rise upon me
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Fitting in. Let’s get this straight. We all want to fit in. We all want to be part of a group, society or just another being. Yes, I can go on about man being a social animal and all that bullshit, but then again, you have heard, read and felt that enough times.
But why do we want to fit in? Why do we want to belong somewhere? The idea is simple; we simply need validation of our existence. If you look at people around you, are you friends with them because you like/agree with them or cause they are your friends, so you like/agree with them?
Most times it is just a matter of convenience. You are friends with people just because it is easy. Same class, same building, same school, etc. You don’t have to put that extra effort in, if they are right there. But that is not always the case.
Not everyone makes friends easy. And perhaps for me, I consider only four people as friends. The others are mere acquaintances. Yes, I may be downing your self-important imagination about yourself, but do I look like I care?
I don’t trust people with too many friends, especially those who start considering you like family. I don’t like their intentions and never will. I was called a shallow man for this once, perhaps I am. Perhaps I am a shallow man, who only bothers to be your ‘friend’ cause of my satisfaction.
Although, I ask myself, “Do I want to fit in?” Of course I do. Anyone telling you otherwise, is a big fat liar. Even if it is just to find a drinking buddy or someone to have a chat with. We all want to fit in; we all want to be a part of a group. Ah, I repeat myself, well because it’s the truth.
People need to be told they are special. People need to be told that they matter. Even if you don’t really believe in it. Friendship is one way for us to feel special. It is one way to make us feel like we belong somewhere, even if it as fake as it comes.
I would like you to sit back, relax and assess your friends and people you know and tell me why you are friends with them? What makes you click with one and not with another? How come you are friends with her but not him, even though he is just like her?
Here is to hopefully not a million more friends……
But why do we want to fit in? Why do we want to belong somewhere? The idea is simple; we simply need validation of our existence. If you look at people around you, are you friends with them because you like/agree with them or cause they are your friends, so you like/agree with them?
Most times it is just a matter of convenience. You are friends with people just because it is easy. Same class, same building, same school, etc. You don’t have to put that extra effort in, if they are right there. But that is not always the case.
Not everyone makes friends easy. And perhaps for me, I consider only four people as friends. The others are mere acquaintances. Yes, I may be downing your self-important imagination about yourself, but do I look like I care?
I don’t trust people with too many friends, especially those who start considering you like family. I don’t like their intentions and never will. I was called a shallow man for this once, perhaps I am. Perhaps I am a shallow man, who only bothers to be your ‘friend’ cause of my satisfaction.
Although, I ask myself, “Do I want to fit in?” Of course I do. Anyone telling you otherwise, is a big fat liar. Even if it is just to find a drinking buddy or someone to have a chat with. We all want to fit in; we all want to be a part of a group. Ah, I repeat myself, well because it’s the truth.
People need to be told they are special. People need to be told that they matter. Even if you don’t really believe in it. Friendship is one way for us to feel special. It is one way to make us feel like we belong somewhere, even if it as fake as it comes.
I would like you to sit back, relax and assess your friends and people you know and tell me why you are friends with them? What makes you click with one and not with another? How come you are friends with her but not him, even though he is just like her?
Here is to hopefully not a million more friends……
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Attraction. So the whole point of one person being attracted to another is nothing but physical. Hold on girl, wait, before you tell me that you like a guy because he has a great sense of humour, let me tell you this: Was he making a joke when you first laid eyes on him?
Girls always have the same ol bullshit about whom they want to date-“Oh he should be tall, good looking and have a great sense of humour.” Meh. Most guys who have a great sense of humour look like me. Fat chance, ladies.
Now I know I am no Mitch Hedberg but I do have a great sense of humour. So One out of Three isn’t a bad score, is it? But of course as much as I state my odds on this matter, it is what we call a lost cause. Girls do not fall for guys like me, simply cause of our understanding of attractive people.
You could have the biggest jerk in the room but a very Clooneyesque looking one, and I can guarantee he has a better chance than a big bearded fat bloke with a stained Pink Floyd t-shirt, but a heart of gold (No ladies, I ain’t talking about myself, my Floyd tee is never stained)
But I don’t blame you ladies for acting this way, guys are even worse. She can be a bitch of the first order and even sometimes the second, but if she fancies your palate, and let me make this very clear, we usually have a very shallow one, you are going in to get some for yourself and even seconds.
This though will be later discussed with mates as something that you had no intention of, but it was the situation that made you fuck a 200 ton hippopotamus. That, or simply deny that any sex is….well you get the picture and I don’t mean one of fucking a hippopotamus.
As for as far dating is concerned, we all look for something stable. You’ll never want to date a one-night, frankly because you know it’s a one night. But then if you were the one-night as well, so why should the other sex date you?
In all fairness, I am not a guru in these matters but as everybody else, I too have an opinion on it. So, shut the fuck up and listen to what I have to say. Oh ok, just carry reading on, then…
Girls and Boys, we have come to stage where we are attracted to each other……wait, there is no stage and there is no truth about whatever I have said. We are simply attracted because we are attracted. Call it whatever you bloody like as long as this article makes you think I am sexy ( for the ladies only )
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God hates us all
God send death end misery
Preach no love of ministry
Pray for sin a shattered faith
Down on your knees
You’re screaming out to die
- Slayer
God hates you. Yes She does. She hates your very existence. She despises every inch of you. Why? Well because you are every inch of her. You make her look fat.
Yes, I have been referring to God as a female. She has to be female or Gay. But as I am not here to offend Her views on homosexuality, I am going to let her be happy.
So, does your God behave in a manner you like? If everything was god’s will, then why do anything? I could kill a million people and say that God told me to do so. This is a rational argument as much as is any other. I could be currently writing this and have no powers over my own fingers. She is making me write down this line.
We have been brought up on a notion that our god is a kind and just god. How? You say your god is just and kind, I say your god is a sadist bastard who probably should be put into a mental asylum. Wasn’t She the one who said- Do onto others, what you would want done onto you? Well, what about her. Why does she not fit the same bill?
God does not love you. You are not going to a virgin laden heaven. You are not going to see eternal beauty and life. You are not God’s child. You are her play toy. You are nothing but an experiment that went bad. God does not care about me or you.
What God does care about is her own personal pleasure. She will make sure her creation suffers and sees more pain than that can be imagined. This is not about protection of what She fashioned, but a twisted mind that can only see destruction and revulsion.
You may curse me, to question your so-called sacred beliefs. But be rest assured, I do question your beliefs. I do question why you would put all your faith and confidence into such a sadist, selfish and narcissistic figure?
Does this affect your values? Are you telling me that you believe that there is someone up there, looking at everything we say or do? Well, I’d like to tell Her, “Stop invading my fucking privacy.”
You are wasting your time, taking that leap of blind faith. You may be praying for life now, but in time you will be wish for death. Just hope you never have to meet Her.
God send death end misery
Preach no love of ministry
Pray for sin a shattered faith
Down on your knees
You’re screaming out to die
- Slayer
God hates you. Yes She does. She hates your very existence. She despises every inch of you. Why? Well because you are every inch of her. You make her look fat.
Yes, I have been referring to God as a female. She has to be female or Gay. But as I am not here to offend Her views on homosexuality, I am going to let her be happy.
So, does your God behave in a manner you like? If everything was god’s will, then why do anything? I could kill a million people and say that God told me to do so. This is a rational argument as much as is any other. I could be currently writing this and have no powers over my own fingers. She is making me write down this line.
We have been brought up on a notion that our god is a kind and just god. How? You say your god is just and kind, I say your god is a sadist bastard who probably should be put into a mental asylum. Wasn’t She the one who said- Do onto others, what you would want done onto you? Well, what about her. Why does she not fit the same bill?
God does not love you. You are not going to a virgin laden heaven. You are not going to see eternal beauty and life. You are not God’s child. You are her play toy. You are nothing but an experiment that went bad. God does not care about me or you.
What God does care about is her own personal pleasure. She will make sure her creation suffers and sees more pain than that can be imagined. This is not about protection of what She fashioned, but a twisted mind that can only see destruction and revulsion.
You may curse me, to question your so-called sacred beliefs. But be rest assured, I do question your beliefs. I do question why you would put all your faith and confidence into such a sadist, selfish and narcissistic figure?
Does this affect your values? Are you telling me that you believe that there is someone up there, looking at everything we say or do? Well, I’d like to tell Her, “Stop invading my fucking privacy.”
You are wasting your time, taking that leap of blind faith. You may be praying for life now, but in time you will be wish for death. Just hope you never have to meet Her.
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The nature to forgive one’s own has diminished. No more do we care about our fellow man. What is it we are living for? As those that were hold sacred have nothing but forced us to think in an ulterior way. Can we be forgiven to believe that nothing will ever change or is there still hope at the end of the tunnel? Questions that would have both motivated and not so motivated answers.
My mistakes have taken its toll and no more do I believe that any good will come out of it. There will be consequences. Some more complex than others. But will my alter ego allow me to apologize knowing I wasn’t wrong in my perspective? This was the reason I never opened up. This was the reason I kept shut, as most won’t have understood including you. And when I did, what did I get in return? The silent treatment.
I rather hear you howl and cry than not your voice at all. It was you who wanted me to show you my dark side rather my weak side. I was washed away one fine morning like I never was there. I am still fucking here. You were the one who wanted answers. And now that you got them, you don’t want to deal with them anymore. Who am I to tell you this? Well, absolutely nobody. No one at all.
Maybe I was asking for too much cause I thought you wanted to know. Probably I should have left the relationship to bare minimum like I had previously planned to do. It was you who open your soul and desires to me and asked me to do the same. Looks like it backfired. I will never be untrue, never ever treat you mean. But you did. Never cause you any kind of scene.
I don’t need a break from this, as when it lasted it was one of my few better times. I would love for it to go back to the beginning but I know that it just isn’t possible. You are hurt, you say. But, what about me? You didn’t even bother about my feelings. It was like I had none.
The concept of hope is flawed, I had told you once. But you insisted that I fight it on and hoped. All I hoped was you. For you to destroy it.Won't you light my way? i am not afraid to tell you i need you today.
Who are we to question faith? Are we on the verge of immaculate completeness that we will not sacrifice our egos for the ones we wholeheartedly love? We are waiting to rise from being bottom feeders in this unforgiving society to well versed pawns of the same.
We will suffer for our faults, wrongdoings and bad deeds. But, of course our sacrifices will not go wasted. There is no inheritance of loss even though the world may say on the contrary. Don't be alarmed if you smirk at something the so called people of this world hold sacred.
Now we know you will not hate them as the blaze of fire did not hurt you as you walked onto the cold. We cannot mend the pasts, but the future looks blood red. I need your love to hold me from falling into oblivion.
But I cannot blame this disposition of mine as I was the one to make such a decision that led to my animosity. I could say your happiness is my happiness, but then I would be nothing more than a liar.
My mistakes have taken its toll and no more do I believe that any good will come out of it. There will be consequences. Some more complex than others. But will my alter ego allow me to apologize knowing I wasn’t wrong in my perspective? This was the reason I never opened up. This was the reason I kept shut, as most won’t have understood including you. And when I did, what did I get in return? The silent treatment.
I rather hear you howl and cry than not your voice at all. It was you who wanted me to show you my dark side rather my weak side. I was washed away one fine morning like I never was there. I am still fucking here. You were the one who wanted answers. And now that you got them, you don’t want to deal with them anymore. Who am I to tell you this? Well, absolutely nobody. No one at all.
Maybe I was asking for too much cause I thought you wanted to know. Probably I should have left the relationship to bare minimum like I had previously planned to do. It was you who open your soul and desires to me and asked me to do the same. Looks like it backfired. I will never be untrue, never ever treat you mean. But you did. Never cause you any kind of scene.
I don’t need a break from this, as when it lasted it was one of my few better times. I would love for it to go back to the beginning but I know that it just isn’t possible. You are hurt, you say. But, what about me? You didn’t even bother about my feelings. It was like I had none.
The concept of hope is flawed, I had told you once. But you insisted that I fight it on and hoped. All I hoped was you. For you to destroy it.Won't you light my way? i am not afraid to tell you i need you today.
Who are we to question faith? Are we on the verge of immaculate completeness that we will not sacrifice our egos for the ones we wholeheartedly love? We are waiting to rise from being bottom feeders in this unforgiving society to well versed pawns of the same.
We will suffer for our faults, wrongdoings and bad deeds. But, of course our sacrifices will not go wasted. There is no inheritance of loss even though the world may say on the contrary. Don't be alarmed if you smirk at something the so called people of this world hold sacred.
Now we know you will not hate them as the blaze of fire did not hurt you as you walked onto the cold. We cannot mend the pasts, but the future looks blood red. I need your love to hold me from falling into oblivion.
But I cannot blame this disposition of mine as I was the one to make such a decision that led to my animosity. I could say your happiness is my happiness, but then I would be nothing more than a liar.
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First things first. I do not hate tigers and I certainly don't hate vegetarians. Especially when they look like Natalie Portman. But this rant is not about that. It is about- Guilt and how different campaigns have used this factor in promoting whatever that they are promoting.
Let's take Facebook as the canvas for these campaigns. One acquaintance's status a week back read: Today is the International Day against cancer....In memory of those who lost the battle against cancer and for all those who fought and won or continue to fight to win... 93% of you will not copy and paste this text; I am proud to be part of the 7% who will..
Now, I don't see the point of how writing this on your wall can actually help people who have cancer. But that is a different story for a different time. What pisses me off, and yes, I do get pissed very easily, is that they have used guilt as their main factor. The 93% plays a significant role in the mindset of people, who are then obliged to put this status up, regardless of them truly caring or not.
I am not saying that everyone would fall for this and do so. Just that fact that it is most and high probability that one does so cause of guilt. Yes, it can be argued, that people truly believe in the campaign. But that in my honest opinion and very kindly, is a load of bullshit.
Then there is this latest agenda of saving Tigers in India. Well, Tigers should be saved and I am truly for that. But why would one join a Facebook group called- Save 1411 Tigers, If u see this page N ignore Means u want them to die.
And what's worse is not the fact that the person who made this group types like an idiot, but the fact that he is using guilt as a factor again. If I see this page and ignore it, I want tigers to die? How is that even logical or rational? What makes me want tigers to die by not joining this ridiculously framed group?
The whole concept of making people do something by making them feel bad, if they do not do it, is in actuality the sociology of our society. We look at things from an angle that per say is not a negative one, but an angle where we do things only if we are told that something bad will happen.
Another one of these nitwits is the PETA. I absolutely hate these tree huggers who are more a terrorist organisation, if I must say. And I will. Their campaigns are filled with guilt. They should rather talk about the good of vegetarianism than have a go at the meat eaters. I love how single minded they are at what they do, it really does cringe me.
Please do not bother sending me these page suggestion and group recommendations. They are a waste of time and serve absolutely no purpose. Unless of course you are cute.
Let's take Facebook as the canvas for these campaigns. One acquaintance's status a week back read: Today is the International Day against cancer....In memory of those who lost the battle against cancer and for all those who fought and won or continue to fight to win... 93% of you will not copy and paste this text; I am proud to be part of the 7% who will..
Now, I don't see the point of how writing this on your wall can actually help people who have cancer. But that is a different story for a different time. What pisses me off, and yes, I do get pissed very easily, is that they have used guilt as their main factor. The 93% plays a significant role in the mindset of people, who are then obliged to put this status up, regardless of them truly caring or not.
I am not saying that everyone would fall for this and do so. Just that fact that it is most and high probability that one does so cause of guilt. Yes, it can be argued, that people truly believe in the campaign. But that in my honest opinion and very kindly, is a load of bullshit.
Then there is this latest agenda of saving Tigers in India. Well, Tigers should be saved and I am truly for that. But why would one join a Facebook group called- Save 1411 Tigers, If u see this page N ignore Means u want them to die.
And what's worse is not the fact that the person who made this group types like an idiot, but the fact that he is using guilt as a factor again. If I see this page and ignore it, I want tigers to die? How is that even logical or rational? What makes me want tigers to die by not joining this ridiculously framed group?
The whole concept of making people do something by making them feel bad, if they do not do it, is in actuality the sociology of our society. We look at things from an angle that per say is not a negative one, but an angle where we do things only if we are told that something bad will happen.
Another one of these nitwits is the PETA. I absolutely hate these tree huggers who are more a terrorist organisation, if I must say. And I will. Their campaigns are filled with guilt. They should rather talk about the good of vegetarianism than have a go at the meat eaters. I love how single minded they are at what they do, it really does cringe me.
Please do not bother sending me these page suggestion and group recommendations. They are a waste of time and serve absolutely no purpose. Unless of course you are cute.
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Inspiration. Self inspiration is what acts as a driving force for this otherwise stagnant world. However, the whole concept of self inspiration is a distant understanding and an alien notion for most of mankind. In fact, writing this is not self inspired. Nothing is actually self inspired. We do things, not cause we want to do it. But because we need to. Even if, it is perceived internally as a want, it never really is. People who argue that if we really want to do something, we will, have a weak assertion.
Society tells us what we want, what we need and what we should get by putting our hands into our not so deep pockets. We have become sheep, following the latest trends. And at times we do so even consciously and wow to be different. Well, being different is a trend in itself. People who act differently, like the goth girl with braids and more black than black itself or the punk kid who looks like his mum had fucked a parrot or even me, with my hat and large glasses, we all are actually the same. We still our sheep following a trend.
Nobody is different. Nobody is unique. Nobody can claim that he is his own self. We are only negative images of others. We are copies, copy cats. We do not start trends, we do not in any way shape the world. If you think you are special, well, see a doctor. You are not special, you are not the One. You have no powers. You cannot inspire. All you can do is exist. Which in its own term, is really demanding.
We exist and then we cease to exist. There is nothing in between that is of importance. We are not on this earth to find some meaning. Live your life and then die. Do not go about trying to understand life. Do not go about trying to make a difference. You will fail. Life has not meaning and trying to find one is not only a waste, but the very essence of what life is about.
Those that think and believe that they are on this earth for a reason. Yes, you are. The reason you are born is cause you have to die. Embrace death. Do not fight it. Strange how everyone loves to go to heaven, but does not want to die? What will you achieve if you lived longer? You are not going to remember any of the moments. In fact a short life would be more beautiful. It would have lesser bad hair days.
People have to get rid of this notion that death is this imperfect idea. It is in fact, the most perfect thing. And there is only one thing certain in life...death. That taxes part was added by the Revenue department. Who you are and what you do is of no consequence. What you are and who you do makes a better understanding about this life.
Society tells us what we want, what we need and what we should get by putting our hands into our not so deep pockets. We have become sheep, following the latest trends. And at times we do so even consciously and wow to be different. Well, being different is a trend in itself. People who act differently, like the goth girl with braids and more black than black itself or the punk kid who looks like his mum had fucked a parrot or even me, with my hat and large glasses, we all are actually the same. We still our sheep following a trend.
Nobody is different. Nobody is unique. Nobody can claim that he is his own self. We are only negative images of others. We are copies, copy cats. We do not start trends, we do not in any way shape the world. If you think you are special, well, see a doctor. You are not special, you are not the One. You have no powers. You cannot inspire. All you can do is exist. Which in its own term, is really demanding.
We exist and then we cease to exist. There is nothing in between that is of importance. We are not on this earth to find some meaning. Live your life and then die. Do not go about trying to understand life. Do not go about trying to make a difference. You will fail. Life has not meaning and trying to find one is not only a waste, but the very essence of what life is about.
Those that think and believe that they are on this earth for a reason. Yes, you are. The reason you are born is cause you have to die. Embrace death. Do not fight it. Strange how everyone loves to go to heaven, but does not want to die? What will you achieve if you lived longer? You are not going to remember any of the moments. In fact a short life would be more beautiful. It would have lesser bad hair days.
People have to get rid of this notion that death is this imperfect idea. It is in fact, the most perfect thing. And there is only one thing certain in life...death. That taxes part was added by the Revenue department. Who you are and what you do is of no consequence. What you are and who you do makes a better understanding about this life.
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