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
Untitled 15
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).
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