home alone

Money makes the world go round... not love..not humanity..not faith.. but moolah. The dollar is our new day messiah. Its a cycle.. this cycle of money never has and never will be stagnant. Quite like what goes around.. must almost always come around..
Imagine you make buckets of money on a wager and you lose it the next moment. The very next moment. Are you really justified in feeling a sense of having lost something. because it never really was yours.. now was it. but the stitch on what we call the 'human fabric' is taillored to make us feel guilt and a sense of losing something precious to us. Nirvana on the other hand is claimed only by letting go.
Imagine how would you feel. The feeling of almost there but not quite. Its how life shows just enough of the football for you to make the tackle and at the last second swirves around for you to get a card.
Confusing.. here ill make it more comprehensible. The greatest tricks are the ones that metaphorise life and its idiosynchronacies. The trick that i was talking about is the perfect analogy to " The lord giveth and he taketh away". bull shit.
why does he giveth if he has to take-th(eye roll) it away. why show you hope.. why the glimpses of spectacular magic that leave you with nothing but hazy memories of the illusion and a dropped jaw.
Why does he show us just enough of the ball to go in for the tackle. If its his way of testing our faith then in the words of Eric Theodore Cartman.. its sucks ass.
Its this indifference that is feeding atheism today. People simple dont want to believe and left out hung and dry.
Man has evolved... and hes more pissed off by the second. His waters are polluted, his air smells like shit, his salary is stagnant n hes is not getting any punani. and hes has no1 to blame.. common he cant blame himself now.. can he ?

"Suck up for the quick reward boy... suck up for the quick reward... they said "

Trial by fire... the cost of my desire

I can see into your eyes… I can sense the fear

Fear… a curse I have come to hear

Despair thickens the air, asphyxiating oxygen into submission

Id take a bad hangover over this weird period of transition

Finding our feet. catching our breath, trying to make sense

Tense… intense… choking on elixir minus life’s essence

Is the darkness here to stay? Will it ever go away

Reminding you and me that bullshit does not pay

Come judgment day

Out of luck?

Seemingly stuck?

Like a werewolf longing for the moon

His judgment cometh… and that right soon.

comfortably numb

Irony has a way of rubbing it in. Feeding on your fear and misfortune… irony has a way of being ironical. Its how good morning is an oxymoron. Tomorrow is another day.. just like today was another tomorrow. Nothing has changed.. most probably nothing will.

Stagnancy is the virus poisoning our potential. Stuck in the moment are we?

Do we need a disaster to shake us off this ‘redundant-reentrancy’ mode?

Snap out. Shake off. Laugh and the world laughs with you… cry and the world laughs louder. But, after a while you get bored… at least I do. Bored of this monotony, of the redundancy… how I wish I had the zen skill of filtering visual and aural information… in colloquial terms… ‘The block out’ effect. Focus is the key. Focus has not failed me.

Luck has. Man… do I feel like that kid Kenny from south park. I don’t even see the joke in that anymore.

At times like this… you have to learn to laugh at yourself. If you cant, then you are in big shit my brother. Humor is the perfect antidote. A little extra dose of wit never harmed anyone. At least again it never did harm me and frankly that’s all I care about now.

Ever sat and thought about what the future holds in store for you? Boy, the thought scares the crap out of me. What if things don’t turn out as planned. At the mercy of fate? Helpless again? Whatcha gonna do when karmas gonna come for you?

Scared…don’t be… Do good to others… listen to your professors, practice charity, attend discourses… or throw up your middle finger and just don’t give a fuck. Trudge along. Take things head on. A day will come when the courage of man fails… where he forsakes his friends and breaks all bonds of fellowship… a day of wolves and shattered shields. But it is not this day… this day WE FIGHT!!! ‘

Fight the good fight.

Hey… be a man.. do the right thing.

Make your choices and don’t let the choice make you. Live life on your own terms. Very cliché but I haven’t been able to comprehend its profundity as yet.