Continued rant against idealists

Now why would someone equate pragmatism with cowardice? Just because I have the pragmatism to avoid death by not falling on the railway tracks, say, does not mean I am a coward to not jump in front of the next oncoming train. And my last post where I mentioned the college kid who had to apologise for his personal taste testifies to the fact that even college (and accompanying idealism, in some cases) does not safeguard your right to speak freely, which is far more important that speaking ideally. Idealism is, according to me, not too distant from idle-ism, especially when the former involves mere talk.

Jobs don't preach pragmatism, they preach their own idea of idealism. And in the course of your job, if you don't practice what you preach, you can still be forgiven if you at least tried. But if you didn't even try, don't blame the working life, you dogdamned pussy. Going against the established norms is painful, no matter where you try it. Don't blame your own issues on realpolitik.

Problem with idealism is that it takes very little pain and hardship in to account, since it doesn't involve any of it when sitting with a bunch of pseudo-hippie wanna-be world changers, who will decry the corporate world while their corporate dads fund their educations, while they wear designer jeans (torn for the hippie effect) and spend considerable time primping themselves everyday, only to go out to speak against other forms of discrimination. This whole idea of good looks and beauty pisses me off, to be honest. I was reading something the other day, and there was this quote by one of those actresses from Sex and the City, which was something like, "After all, the show is about beautiful people". What a cunt! What the fuck is that supposed to mean anyway? And those of you who watch it, how obsessed can you be with looks anyway? I am sorry, but "there is nothing wrong with wanting to look good" is no fucking excuse. Its shallower than being racist, misogynist or whatever other form of bias you can think of. Especially since the idea of 'beauty' is as constructed as that of races, religion, madness, or society. So take a look in the mirror (not a real mirror, you vain fools, but the proverbial one) before you cast allegations of bigotry.

Working sucks ARSE!

And that arse is certainly not mine, but merely a proverbial one. Coz if it were mine, I certainly wouldn't be complaining, but lying back and enjoying instead. Why I am saying that is since my last post, I began a shyt job and didn't find time to do anything else, other than look for other jobs! Of course, now I have quit that job and still haven't found another, so I am posting again. Working again is as little fun as I thought it would be, but it's all about the money, ain't it?

So I was thinking a few days back about some random similarities I have noticed between what I will label 'Punjabi bravs' and 'Nigga mundas' (मुंडे for those who can read the script). I think it's the music that started me off. The emphasis on the 'beat' (and no, I am not referring to old school hip-hop which is hella cool, or to folk Punjabi music which is an art) in the music listened to by both these kinds of people, and even the similarity of this 'beat' which also makes for easy integration of the two genres, was truly astounding when I thought about it. Of course, it also seems that both these varieties of people are rather loud (often obnoxiously so, much to the chagrin of those around) when in company of their brethren, as also flashy in their clothing, jewelery, hairdo and overall general appearance. Of course, I am sure there are some of you who are thinking I am being racist, perhaps the moment I used "nigga" above. I am not generalising, but merely speaking of a certain kind of Punjabis and Blacks who fit the description I have mentioned. Of course, I don't see why its cool for one nigger to call another nigger a nigger, but wrong for anyone else. I mean, I don't give a shit about skin colour; even Black people are not really black. And if you disagree, then you are short of cones in your eyes, you colour-blind ape. Which is why I prefer the word Negro (even though it does mean 'black' in Spanish and Portuguese).

The spectrum of behaviour that can be termed 'racist' has grown to become a bit of an inconvenience. For instance, stereotyping, even though a bit stupid, is not racist. All drug dealers I know in this country (except one, who is French white, and a pain in the arse) are dark-skinned. You tell me what I am supposed to do! But just because I will ask the darker man for my fix doesn't mean I think he less intelligent than me, or sub-human, or any other negative thought. The only negative thought I could have towards him would arise if he ripped me off, but it has little to do with his skin colour. If some dude doesn't want Arabic music in his party, and says as much in his invite on Facebook, he is not a racist pig, damnit. Can't we even have preferences now? Next thing I know, some dumb shit will accuse me of being racist because I won't sleep with her (or even him, you never know)!

We are being made in to intolerant idiots under the ever-expanding definition of racism, and also its evil cousin, political correctness. Fuck, how I hate pretentious arse-wipes who will hide their true thoughts and feelings because to express them freely would (or could) be considered improper under the protocol imposed by political correctness. Of course, I take great delight in breaking the norm (never for the sake of it though, that would be just as stupid) and it is most amusing to see peoples' reactions. If only I had a photo-album of all those faces... I would perhaps not need to hear or read another joke in my life, and still die laughing. Argh! How I despise spineless nit-wits who don't have the balls to say what they really want to! And I feel sorry for those who have imbibed the quality to the point where they don't even see the difference.

I was talking to some people the other day and the conversation turned to someone's parents coming over for a few days and proposed activities etc. Someone suggested that the parents should be taken to hang out near the Parliament where the family could then indulge in some protest of one kind or another against the government. Did I miss some meeting where we were putting good old fashioned fun on to a rocket ship to Titan? Whats with some youngsters these days anyway? Jeez man... if my kids ever try pull off some such crap with me, I would advise them to go get laid.