Aaargh! What would it take to keep certain conversations on the same track as the one they were on to start with, when trying to make a point? All I was trying to say in the last post is that Buddhism borrows a lot of its teachings from Hinduism. No judgements of the teachings of either, because I don't give a shit. Anonymous who had to try to give me reasons as to why I don't "get it" assumes there is something, in the first place, to get. Anyway, I was not even talking about getting it, or anything else, which is the whole damn point she/he seemed to have missed. This whole talk of social constructs around religion in general is very true, and half my reason for condemning religion in general. If you, in defense of your faith, choose to offer a discourse that has nothing to do with the facts being discussed, try barking up another tree. Don't play the part of the politician who changes the topic to avoid agreeing with something, just because he doesn't want to agree and has no intelligent way of disagreeing.
The so-called pearls of wisdom of Buddhism, Hinduism or any other religion or ism can be found within ourselves, without recourse to religion. Faith is a self-answering mechanism, which requires leaving behind thought and any enquiry in to its nature, since it is not meant to be understood, but merely believed in. If it makes you happy to believe that Christ walked on water, or that Hanuman flew with a mountain, good for you. And if faith brings such belief into our world, still good for you. I had rather fart on it, to be honest, and not leave my thinking behind.
I am not trying to offer any explanations of concepts and/or subtle differences. This is not meant to be a theological discussion, which is what my dear anonymous has tried to make it in to (perhaps for reasons already mentioned above). For dear anonymous, and other like her/him out there, learn to stick to the point if you want to make a point. Don't start with organic chemistry in a lesson on history. I merely tried to point out a fact that some Buddhists are of denial in, and that has absolutely nothing to do with anything else. I gave her/his comments ample thought and realised that she/he is on a tangent that they she/he doesn't want to come off, and I don't want to bother trying. Faith, after all, is a powerful driving force. The pity is, most of us need something outside of ourselves to have faith in.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
A thought on Buddhism
I almost forgot about Buddha and the religion he spawned! Well, I don't have too much to say about it, and what little I do might upset any Buddhist reading this. If so, even better! Anyway, I have realised that many Buddhists think that their religion has nothing to do with Hinduism, and according to many Thais, nothing much to do with India either. Well, maybe I am a victim of state propaganda, but out of morbid curiosity, read on. And a disclaimer - I am not promoting Hinduism, since I am against religion in general, and wish it would disappear forever.
Many outside India don't know of a religion called Jainism, and its uncanny resemblances to Buddhism. They even came up around the same time, and some say Buddhism borrowed a lot from Jainism. Read up on it, if you like. And they both sort of derived from Hindu teachings at the time. Of course, Buddha (and Mahavira, the most famous proponent of Jainism) developed his own strands of philosophical and metaphysical thought that deviated at least a bit from Hinduism, but Hinduism was what formed its base. Buddha, after all, was born a Hindu, in a place called Lumbini in present-day Nepal. So here are some of the similarities between the two religions: the concepts of Ahimsa; Karma & Dharma; Yoga & Meditation; Reincarnation; Nirvana; and their ideas on Cosmology and Worldview.
Before you start thinking of disagreeing and shooting me down, go read. Please do yourself a favour. I am not trying to subsume Buddhism within Hinduism, but am merely pointing out facts that the followers of the former often deny. Its akin to Sikhism, which is a religion in its own right, but depends as much on the sayings of its founders as on tenets from many other faiths such as Hinduism, Islam, Sufism, etc. That, in fact, is what makes Sikhism unique. But that does not take away the fact that Sikhism has borrowed a lot from many other religions. Don't deny facts unless you have issues of your own. And if you have issues, go sort them out. Then we will talk facts.
I have also been prompted to write about the meaning of life, and other such. But I am tired. Writing such serious stuff really isn't my style, and it takes its toll.
Many outside India don't know of a religion called Jainism, and its uncanny resemblances to Buddhism. They even came up around the same time, and some say Buddhism borrowed a lot from Jainism. Read up on it, if you like. And they both sort of derived from Hindu teachings at the time. Of course, Buddha (and Mahavira, the most famous proponent of Jainism) developed his own strands of philosophical and metaphysical thought that deviated at least a bit from Hinduism, but Hinduism was what formed its base. Buddha, after all, was born a Hindu, in a place called Lumbini in present-day Nepal. So here are some of the similarities between the two religions: the concepts of Ahimsa; Karma & Dharma; Yoga & Meditation; Reincarnation; Nirvana; and their ideas on Cosmology and Worldview.
Before you start thinking of disagreeing and shooting me down, go read. Please do yourself a favour. I am not trying to subsume Buddhism within Hinduism, but am merely pointing out facts that the followers of the former often deny. Its akin to Sikhism, which is a religion in its own right, but depends as much on the sayings of its founders as on tenets from many other faiths such as Hinduism, Islam, Sufism, etc. That, in fact, is what makes Sikhism unique. But that does not take away the fact that Sikhism has borrowed a lot from many other religions. Don't deny facts unless you have issues of your own. And if you have issues, go sort them out. Then we will talk facts.
I have also been prompted to write about the meaning of life, and other such. But I am tired. Writing such serious stuff really isn't my style, and it takes its toll.
Facebook and Buddhism
Well, certainly not a very usual combination, perhaps not a popular one either, but then again, I am not linking the two anyway. Just writing about both on the same day, is all.
Facebook. Orkut. hi5. And so many other social networking sites that got eclipsed by competition. They have taken the world by the horns, so as to say, or at least the cyber-world. Some have preached to me the networking benefits offered, while others have told me that its the way of the future where email will be obsolete, in much the same way as post is becoming now. And then of course, there are those who have told me that its a great way to share photographs, lists of favourites, appointments, and lots of other trivial and non-trivial crap - in short, our lives - with other people, some of which could be actual friends.
Here is the deal. Networking existed, and functioned very well, even before the telephone was invented. Now of course, we don't even sit on the pot to crap without our mobile phone. Post is still not obsolete, and never will be. Its like the fears about hardcopy newspapers and real books dying out in the 'electronic age'. So with email in the 'social-networking-site age'. And if your idea of 'sharing' involves large-scale exhibitionism, with voyeurs you perhaps never will meet or even know, good. And so many you are sharing your life with aren't even really interested in it.
Such sites have some real merits, and I will not deny that at all. But they seem more like an online extension of popularity contests and mutual back-scratching. And oh, how can I forget the attempts to date on such sites, by the very same people who will look down upon online chatting with strangers. I could also mention the many hours of man-hours (or for those feminist fanatics out there, woman-hours too, which perhaps account for more anyway!) wasted on this phenomenon. But nothing gets to me more than the mental laziness (and some physical too) these things drive you to.
It takes about as much effort and time to email someone as it does to send them a message through these sites. But mental blocks and laziness tell us otherwise. And this anecdote takes the cake. Before I narrate it, I have to say I have an account on Facebook, which will cease to exist in 5 days from now. If it weren't for my intoxication, and the (irritating) persistence of a friend, I never would have been on it. Tino, you prick. Anyway, so I sent a message to everyone I knew on Facebook (which took me about 45 minutes to figure out, since I don't really use that site at all and was unaware how it worked) saying I was out of it in a week since I hated it. I gave my email id (two of them, in fact) for those who wanted to keep in touch and asked people specifically to not reply through Facebook. Sure enough, I have had more responses on Facebook than both my emails put together. And at least half the people haven't bothered responding at all. Hahahaha. Very clever, Very social.
Something else I heard yesterday that impacts you Facebook users. There is now an application for it (which needs to be bought, it ain't free) which allows one to look up complete activities of other users, from which pages you visited to who you poked (whatever the fuck that means) to whatever the fuck else people do on Facebook. Enjoy your public lives!
Have written enough in one post I think. Buddha comes in next!
Facebook. Orkut. hi5. And so many other social networking sites that got eclipsed by competition. They have taken the world by the horns, so as to say, or at least the cyber-world. Some have preached to me the networking benefits offered, while others have told me that its the way of the future where email will be obsolete, in much the same way as post is becoming now. And then of course, there are those who have told me that its a great way to share photographs, lists of favourites, appointments, and lots of other trivial and non-trivial crap - in short, our lives - with other people, some of which could be actual friends.
Here is the deal. Networking existed, and functioned very well, even before the telephone was invented. Now of course, we don't even sit on the pot to crap without our mobile phone. Post is still not obsolete, and never will be. Its like the fears about hardcopy newspapers and real books dying out in the 'electronic age'. So with email in the 'social-networking-site age'. And if your idea of 'sharing' involves large-scale exhibitionism, with voyeurs you perhaps never will meet or even know, good. And so many you are sharing your life with aren't even really interested in it.
Such sites have some real merits, and I will not deny that at all. But they seem more like an online extension of popularity contests and mutual back-scratching. And oh, how can I forget the attempts to date on such sites, by the very same people who will look down upon online chatting with strangers. I could also mention the many hours of man-hours (or for those feminist fanatics out there, woman-hours too, which perhaps account for more anyway!) wasted on this phenomenon. But nothing gets to me more than the mental laziness (and some physical too) these things drive you to.
It takes about as much effort and time to email someone as it does to send them a message through these sites. But mental blocks and laziness tell us otherwise. And this anecdote takes the cake. Before I narrate it, I have to say I have an account on Facebook, which will cease to exist in 5 days from now. If it weren't for my intoxication, and the (irritating) persistence of a friend, I never would have been on it. Tino, you prick. Anyway, so I sent a message to everyone I knew on Facebook (which took me about 45 minutes to figure out, since I don't really use that site at all and was unaware how it worked) saying I was out of it in a week since I hated it. I gave my email id (two of them, in fact) for those who wanted to keep in touch and asked people specifically to not reply through Facebook. Sure enough, I have had more responses on Facebook than both my emails put together. And at least half the people haven't bothered responding at all. Hahahaha. Very clever, Very social.
Something else I heard yesterday that impacts you Facebook users. There is now an application for it (which needs to be bought, it ain't free) which allows one to look up complete activities of other users, from which pages you visited to who you poked (whatever the fuck that means) to whatever the fuck else people do on Facebook. Enjoy your public lives!
Have written enough in one post I think. Buddha comes in next!
Thursday, August 23, 2007
The locust called love
I once told someone not too long ago that if I put all my friends that I have accumulated over the years together in a room, it may not make for a giant party, but it will surely result in some jaw-dropping (pun intended) violence within the first 10 minutes. But a common strain that cuts across this diverse bunch of people (I am not speaking for all of them, merely making a vague generalisation) is the love of, or desire for, love. As an (just a little bit though) aside, I also read a quote recently which I thought very profound, "Desire does not desire satisfaction. To the contrary, desire desires desire."
The point is, I have been prompted more than once by life to think about love, and its wide-spread affliction in this world. And my thoughts go something like this.
There is love - the emotion, and very distinct from it is the idea of being in love. Many of us keep chasing the idea of being in love, because well, love is, after all, a great exhilarating feeling. The problem is, we get too caught up in that chase. Life is not fair, and love does not happen to everyone. There is no point making yourself miserable over not having 'found' love, or even more miserable in trying to find it while putting yourself through fucked up relationships one after the other.
Of course, there are those who think that every relationship they had was out of love, and that is, according to me, bullshit. But this line of thought has at least one benefit - it could make for a happier and more peaceful life, which I think is what every life is meant for. But there is no need to tie the idea of love to happiness, and its a common mistake, as I have seen. If love happens, good. If it doesn't, still good. The idea of there being a perfect match for us all is a myth, and if I found the first person who began its propaganda, I would gladly rip his balls out with my bare hands. :)
The concept of perfect love or a perfect match is pure fantasy, like unicorns (which are infinitely more possible) or utopia (in its objective sense, and in not a personal subjective way). So to quote Jim, my good old dead friend, "Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas". People change all the time, including your self. Someone who seems perfect today may not seem as immaculate tomorrow, unless you expect two different unique people to change entirely in sync throughout their lives, which is a rather unreasonable expectation.
I am not trying to say that one should give up on love. Au contraire, even though it is perhaps among the most over-rated things ever. What I am saying is that as it is, we humans tend to let too many emotions get in the way of our lives, love being the most pressing of them all. And that is not a very smart thing to do. And no, I don't want to be told about love being irrational or other such bullshit, because I have been there, done that. And for those who know me well (admittedly, there aren't too many of those) will vouch for me when I say I know what I am talking about.
Another sort of side-track. Love is distinct from lust, but they are very close cousins, at least as long as we can still get it up (and for women, as long as they can still get it on, hormonal troubles notwithstanding). The two can co-exist in one person, and it is even better if the two are felt for the same person!
So yeah, stop being in love with love. And enjoy life while you still can. I think I wanted to write more, but I have been side-tracked, and I need to get back to writing about how television ushered in modernity etc in my lovely cunt (a great abbreviation for country that I stole from Megha, hehe.)
The point is, I have been prompted more than once by life to think about love, and its wide-spread affliction in this world. And my thoughts go something like this.
There is love - the emotion, and very distinct from it is the idea of being in love. Many of us keep chasing the idea of being in love, because well, love is, after all, a great exhilarating feeling. The problem is, we get too caught up in that chase. Life is not fair, and love does not happen to everyone. There is no point making yourself miserable over not having 'found' love, or even more miserable in trying to find it while putting yourself through fucked up relationships one after the other.
Of course, there are those who think that every relationship they had was out of love, and that is, according to me, bullshit. But this line of thought has at least one benefit - it could make for a happier and more peaceful life, which I think is what every life is meant for. But there is no need to tie the idea of love to happiness, and its a common mistake, as I have seen. If love happens, good. If it doesn't, still good. The idea of there being a perfect match for us all is a myth, and if I found the first person who began its propaganda, I would gladly rip his balls out with my bare hands. :)
The concept of perfect love or a perfect match is pure fantasy, like unicorns (which are infinitely more possible) or utopia (in its objective sense, and in not a personal subjective way). So to quote Jim, my good old dead friend, "Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas". People change all the time, including your self. Someone who seems perfect today may not seem as immaculate tomorrow, unless you expect two different unique people to change entirely in sync throughout their lives, which is a rather unreasonable expectation.
I am not trying to say that one should give up on love. Au contraire, even though it is perhaps among the most over-rated things ever. What I am saying is that as it is, we humans tend to let too many emotions get in the way of our lives, love being the most pressing of them all. And that is not a very smart thing to do. And no, I don't want to be told about love being irrational or other such bullshit, because I have been there, done that. And for those who know me well (admittedly, there aren't too many of those) will vouch for me when I say I know what I am talking about.
Another sort of side-track. Love is distinct from lust, but they are very close cousins, at least as long as we can still get it up (and for women, as long as they can still get it on, hormonal troubles notwithstanding). The two can co-exist in one person, and it is even better if the two are felt for the same person!
So yeah, stop being in love with love. And enjoy life while you still can. I think I wanted to write more, but I have been side-tracked, and I need to get back to writing about how television ushered in modernity etc in my lovely cunt (a great abbreviation for country that I stole from Megha, hehe.)
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Running away, blah blah
I wish I could say what prompted me to write all this, but hell, who cares?
We all try and do things we want to do, and then we try and do things we need to do. As for me, I try and minimise the difference between the two, and therefore find little need for running away. If there is something that I feel like running away from once in a while, its myself that I can't stand. But there is nowhere to run from yourself, so I am learning to cope with that too.
Friendships and love are cousins that rule the lives of most of us. And since I do not like my life being ruled by anything other than myself, I try to keep both at a certain distance. Not to say that I am a shallow friend, or haven't loved, but its just that well, I don't get too affected by others' actions towards my life. And I don't make too many efforts to do things for others, or to even keep in touch with, since I already have enough on my own platter to take care of, and that is a pretty damn difficult job anyway. I don't know how I do it, but my friends' list only seems to grow (there are some who drop off along the way, but hardly anyone that I strike off myself) while I don't let that list impose itself on my life in any which way whatsoever. And to be honest, there has only ever been one exception to this "rule" in my life, and that is Megha, the one person I can say I have truly loved.
When she and me got together, well, thats not exactly what I was looking to do at all. I was just going where I thought life was taking me, while trying to get to many places at the same time. All the same, I learnt a lot from the experience, and still am. I do not think that I realise the value of time spent with someone when I am far apart. I do not much agree with the notion of distance making the heart grow fonder. I spend time with someone in the first place if I think the person is worth it (or if I have some ulterior motive, which is possible, but I can't recall any examples). And once that time is over and gone, life has changed, and I have moved on. When I think back on it, its not nostalgia I feel, since that refers to a sense of longing for the time gone by. What I may have are happy memories that may even bring a smile to face, but I guess I am far too practical (or far too cold) to feel anything more than that. Since there are no regrets about the past, there are no wishes for the past either. And the wishes (which are more like designs) for the future (sadly) usually only involve me, since my own life is the only thing I have a relative degree of control over.
Over the last few months, I have been accused by a couple of friends that I maintain a mysterious front. Well, I won't say they are right, and I won't say they are wrong. I will just say that thats the way I am, its not something I try to do. I guess I work mostly on a need-to-know basis. Someone wants to know something about me, I will be happy to tell. Someone wants to know something involving me AND someone else, or just about someone else, I am not interested. And if I am not interested, I ain't talking. My idea of, and dislike for, gossip and other such things.
There is a couple of more things I have to say about love, but I will do that in my next post I think.
We all try and do things we want to do, and then we try and do things we need to do. As for me, I try and minimise the difference between the two, and therefore find little need for running away. If there is something that I feel like running away from once in a while, its myself that I can't stand. But there is nowhere to run from yourself, so I am learning to cope with that too.
Friendships and love are cousins that rule the lives of most of us. And since I do not like my life being ruled by anything other than myself, I try to keep both at a certain distance. Not to say that I am a shallow friend, or haven't loved, but its just that well, I don't get too affected by others' actions towards my life. And I don't make too many efforts to do things for others, or to even keep in touch with, since I already have enough on my own platter to take care of, and that is a pretty damn difficult job anyway. I don't know how I do it, but my friends' list only seems to grow (there are some who drop off along the way, but hardly anyone that I strike off myself) while I don't let that list impose itself on my life in any which way whatsoever. And to be honest, there has only ever been one exception to this "rule" in my life, and that is Megha, the one person I can say I have truly loved.
When she and me got together, well, thats not exactly what I was looking to do at all. I was just going where I thought life was taking me, while trying to get to many places at the same time. All the same, I learnt a lot from the experience, and still am. I do not think that I realise the value of time spent with someone when I am far apart. I do not much agree with the notion of distance making the heart grow fonder. I spend time with someone in the first place if I think the person is worth it (or if I have some ulterior motive, which is possible, but I can't recall any examples). And once that time is over and gone, life has changed, and I have moved on. When I think back on it, its not nostalgia I feel, since that refers to a sense of longing for the time gone by. What I may have are happy memories that may even bring a smile to face, but I guess I am far too practical (or far too cold) to feel anything more than that. Since there are no regrets about the past, there are no wishes for the past either. And the wishes (which are more like designs) for the future (sadly) usually only involve me, since my own life is the only thing I have a relative degree of control over.
Over the last few months, I have been accused by a couple of friends that I maintain a mysterious front. Well, I won't say they are right, and I won't say they are wrong. I will just say that thats the way I am, its not something I try to do. I guess I work mostly on a need-to-know basis. Someone wants to know something about me, I will be happy to tell. Someone wants to know something involving me AND someone else, or just about someone else, I am not interested. And if I am not interested, I ain't talking. My idea of, and dislike for, gossip and other such things.
There is a couple of more things I have to say about love, but I will do that in my next post I think.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Some regularity, thanks to TV!
I figured that if I ever want to actually be an author, I need to stop being lazy about writing. Of course, whether I have readers or not is another matter altogether. So even though I don't really have anything to write (of course, there is always ample frustration in life that can easily find a vent here, but there are too many blogs of cry-babies, and I won't quite enjoy the association), I will write something all the same.
Might as well share some funny trivia. I was watching the news yesterday, and there was a story about a would-be groom who was thrashed by the would-be bride's family after he refused to marry her right before the wedding on the grounds that she was ugly. (For those of you who are ignorant about things outside their own little worlds, there are such things as arranged marriages. If anyone wants to engage in a discussion about its merits/demerits and notions of individuality and human rights involved, feel free to comment, and I will respond. And just for the record, I personally don't have a stance on it one way or the other.) Of course, soon after beating up the guy (who claimed he had been cheated), the bride's family filed a dowry case against the guy.
Its no news that American TV programming is often obnoxious, even the crap they dish out to the rest of the world. Commenting on a protest against the war on Iraq in Athens, this is what a programme had to say "They seem to have forgotten that if it weren't for us, they would still be living in some hick town in Hitlerville. Don't make us come out there after you with bombs and planes, because we will!" Wow. So much love, it kills me.
I am going to start working again soon. Hopefully, that is. Not that I am looking forward to it, but I need to pay off a huge damn loan which I took to study a bit, just so that I could take a break from work. Working does suck ass. Anyway, I will be going for an interview to be a professional interviewer. Sounds almost ironic. But any suggestions anyone?
Before I go, I will leave here another bit of writing from the past. Pretty weird stuff, this one. And at the time I wrote it, I meant a lot of it. And bits towards the end, I still mean some of it. Hehe.
I don't know how, but somehow - maybe a vision or something - but he seemed to know that our destinations were the same. He levelled his thumb and I stopped the car next to him.
Hi, can you give me a ride?
Where to?
The end of the world
The soft throbbing inside me pounds at my soul as I see flashes of darkness, that blanket me like thick mist over a lake.
I was walking by the lake one evening when I came across two beautiful women. We got talking. One was called happiness, and the other, hope. After some time, we parted ways and haven't met since. I often wondered what became of them, till the day I read in the news that they had been raped and killed. And I have been incurably sad ever since. They said, drink and forget your sorrows. All I did was throw up. They said, dope and forget your worries. All I did was talk philosophy. They said, make love and forget the world. All I did was ejaculate. Is that all there is to life? Sex, booze and drugs? A little voice in the back of my mind screams a huge Y-E-S-YES! at me.
I woke up to find myself on this one way escalator going upwards towards the top of this cliff next to a sea of hopelessness. The cliff is made of depression. There is only one way to get down - jump off the edge. I stand on the edge for sometime, contemplating whether to jump. As I let myself freefall, expecting to crash into the soft stillness below, an air cushion obstructs my way, lifts me up and places me right back on the elevator.
I can hear them in my head, blaring horns, blazing guns, crying children, dying housewives. I am afraid my head will burst open. Not because it will kill me. Because it will spill the seeds all around. Seeds of tales of true horror that this world is infested with. The seeds will germinate. And make this place more terrible than it already is.
Might as well share some funny trivia. I was watching the news yesterday, and there was a story about a would-be groom who was thrashed by the would-be bride's family after he refused to marry her right before the wedding on the grounds that she was ugly. (For those of you who are ignorant about things outside their own little worlds, there are such things as arranged marriages. If anyone wants to engage in a discussion about its merits/demerits and notions of individuality and human rights involved, feel free to comment, and I will respond. And just for the record, I personally don't have a stance on it one way or the other.) Of course, soon after beating up the guy (who claimed he had been cheated), the bride's family filed a dowry case against the guy.
Its no news that American TV programming is often obnoxious, even the crap they dish out to the rest of the world. Commenting on a protest against the war on Iraq in Athens, this is what a programme had to say "They seem to have forgotten that if it weren't for us, they would still be living in some hick town in Hitlerville. Don't make us come out there after you with bombs and planes, because we will!" Wow. So much love, it kills me.
I am going to start working again soon. Hopefully, that is. Not that I am looking forward to it, but I need to pay off a huge damn loan which I took to study a bit, just so that I could take a break from work. Working does suck ass. Anyway, I will be going for an interview to be a professional interviewer. Sounds almost ironic. But any suggestions anyone?
Before I go, I will leave here another bit of writing from the past. Pretty weird stuff, this one. And at the time I wrote it, I meant a lot of it. And bits towards the end, I still mean some of it. Hehe.
I don't know how, but somehow - maybe a vision or something - but he seemed to know that our destinations were the same. He levelled his thumb and I stopped the car next to him.
Hi, can you give me a ride?
Where to?
The end of the world
The soft throbbing inside me pounds at my soul as I see flashes of darkness, that blanket me like thick mist over a lake.
I was walking by the lake one evening when I came across two beautiful women. We got talking. One was called happiness, and the other, hope. After some time, we parted ways and haven't met since. I often wondered what became of them, till the day I read in the news that they had been raped and killed. And I have been incurably sad ever since. They said, drink and forget your sorrows. All I did was throw up. They said, dope and forget your worries. All I did was talk philosophy. They said, make love and forget the world. All I did was ejaculate. Is that all there is to life? Sex, booze and drugs? A little voice in the back of my mind screams a huge Y-E-S-YES! at me.
I woke up to find myself on this one way escalator going upwards towards the top of this cliff next to a sea of hopelessness. The cliff is made of depression. There is only one way to get down - jump off the edge. I stand on the edge for sometime, contemplating whether to jump. As I let myself freefall, expecting to crash into the soft stillness below, an air cushion obstructs my way, lifts me up and places me right back on the elevator.
I can hear them in my head, blaring horns, blazing guns, crying children, dying housewives. I am afraid my head will burst open. Not because it will kill me. Because it will spill the seeds all around. Seeds of tales of true horror that this world is infested with. The seeds will germinate. And make this place more terrible than it already is.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
To cut a long story a little longer...
It was funny how an 'IT superpower' banned the whole of blogspot.com for months on end only because it wanted to block access to 2-3 blogs that it found anti-national. Thats why I could not access my own blog soon after I made my first post, and the habit that had never formed died a premature death. So here I am, giving it another go.
But of course, laziness has its own big role in my life, and I do not wish to deny it its few moments in the spotlight. So I will put something here that I wrote on a good day some months back. Still as valid as ever. And I don't say its great, but for fuck's sake, even if you like it a lot, don't rip it off. Just let me know.
While the true spirit of youth still hasn’t left us, when we are still hot-blooded and raring to do everything that qualifies as dangerous, and when rules are still made to be broken, there are three things that matter to a person; sex, drugs and rock and roll.
My shore is called insanity. Feels like I spent all my life on these comforting black sands.
But of course, laziness has its own big role in my life, and I do not wish to deny it its few moments in the spotlight. So I will put something here that I wrote on a good day some months back. Still as valid as ever. And I don't say its great, but for fuck's sake, even if you like it a lot, don't rip it off. Just let me know.
While the true spirit of youth still hasn’t left us, when we are still hot-blooded and raring to do everything that qualifies as dangerous, and when rules are still made to be broken, there are three things that matter to a person; sex, drugs and rock and roll.
My shore is called insanity. Feels like I spent all my life on these comforting black sands.
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