writen on water

The sands of time like the ocean blue
slip through my finger, like memories of you
The more you grab, the less you get
The more you cry, the less you forget

No route to tread, no path to find
leave me alone, alone with my mind

The water, your canvas
Your fingers, yours brush
you trace out your story
in the tranquil hush

No route to tread, no path to find
leave me alone, alone with my mind

Life, all your life, throws questions at you
questions, there are many but answers few
Don't take your life seriously, if you must survive
'coz there is no way that you'll make it out alive

No route to tread, no path to find
leave me alone, alone with my mind

free-dumb

Ladies and gentlemen... I have given up this lost cause. I, as a writer, have surrendered to the oft-periodic lull in my creativity. The juices have dried up and the flesh is corroding. I have nothing to write on. I have no muse. I empathize with the out-of-work-populus. I am objectively subjectless and my writing has become subjectively objectless.
Let me analyse my subjects.
My favorite subject was me. perversely obsessed with my ownself. obsession bordering on addiction. not anymore. i guess this is the withdrawals.
however i put my thoughts into this text. my memory mapped in this grid of words.
i feel like that old clapton song. I feel free.
I feel free, I feel free, I feel free.

I can walk down the street, theres no one there
Though the pavements are one huge crowd.
I can drive down the road; my eyes dont see,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud,
Though my mind wants to cry out loud.

my street is my mind. i walk it alone. and in a strangely liberating way. today. i feel free. i dont know if this feeling is evanescent. fleeting. but its true. today.in this moment i feel liberated. i forgive the 'pavements are one huge crowd.'
My eyes dont see them. i am oblivious to their to effects on me. i forgive them.
i feel like god himself. i embrace them. today. this moment. they have no influence on me.
forgive.never forget. this day. like all of them.
i forgive my foes.
i forgive my teachers.
i forgive my friends.
i forgive her.
i forgive god.
i ask for their forgiveness.
your life is a function of your mind.
i feel free.
catch me if you can.

Remembrances

You think away lonely nights
Think about the laughs, you think about the fights
Then you learn to grin and bear
what was once , is no longer there
And so lingers a voice in your head
Remember... Remember what she said...

Peering through the evening sky
to look for him and ask him why
then you trot and move on
the child has grown and the dream is gone
Fear is fuelled and inhibitions well fed
Remember... Remember what she said...

She said it will last forever
Doubted that, I had never
Then she left me all alone
You promised her the stars
now she has never seemed as far

your head is heavy and your eyes red
and then she called and she said
I, like her, must move ahead
wat was once, is now dead
quiet whispers from her side of the bed
Remember... Remember what I said...

testing time

"If you don't know what you want, you end up with a lot you don't." ~Chuck Palahniuk

This day is unique and special, just like the day before and the one that beckons tomorrow. But this day is unique, for today you can change the world.

Knowing what you want out of an endeavor is akin to performing the task itself. Knowing has various levels of existence. It could be a flying thought into your head or it could be a detailed blue print sketching out every minute measurement of your road to salvation. Knowing and awareness of the world around you is a lot like being in love. One day you get up and you just know. So stop thinking. Just know.

A lot has been written and said about unconventional and bold choices that others make. Nothing ever will be written about the turmoil inside of us when we are given a choice to make. The bipolarity of our emotional tussles are the best kept secrets in the world. Secrets you long to confide in someone but would do everything in your power to keep it from them. Bipolarity.

There comes a time in each of our lives when we have to stick our neck out and take a call. Half of us make the wrong call. It was a 50-50 shot anyways. Amongst them, half will cry and wail about it, while the remaining will bide their time and wait for an opportunity to punt. To be a master of their destiny.

Sometimes the things that you own end up owning you. You become your Sony psp. You are your Honda civic. You end up as you hp dx 2000. You are no longer you. You become them.

This is digression. So weren’t we talking about knowing what you want?

Some people are just lucky to find their calling in life. Some others are luckier to answer life knocking on their doors at a very young age. While the others end up in jobs they don’t like just to pay their bills. It’s a compromise that they make with life. The only problem is that life never compromises. It puts you in an illusion of security. So much so, that you devaluing your blessings. Then life pulls the carpet from under your feet. On your way down your mind is caught between counting those very blessings and cushioning the emotional thud.

Funny ways life has to remind you that you are still alive. We all have to wake up to the fact that we all aren’t going to be successful, money minting machines that have women slithering over us. No, some of us aren’t even going to see our 40^th birthday. At least one of us will be dead by the end of this year. But that however must not stop you from enjoying your lives.

If you think you are in pain, say that to the guys undergoing chemotherapy. If you think your life stinks, meet those orphans who don’t even know what it is to be loved. If you think your god hates you, think of those fetuses that are aborted every 45 seconds who don’t even see the light of day till they see the wrong side of a lethal vacuum pump. God doesn’t hate you, no you aren’t even that important. He is just indifferent. Or he may be hopeful that you are smart enough to figure your life out. I know I am. I hope you are.

karma-yoga

Karma.
What goes around comes around...
It surely does.

concepts to keep our morality in check. concepts that are more than just concepts. they are a way of life. this never ending cycle of karma is what binds us to the earth.
Karma, loosely translates into deed. However the concept of karma is beyond the simple task of a verb done. It chalks the impact that one action has on the space-time continum. How a simple shake of the hand or a kind gesture creates a domino effect in the larger picture and changes the future from what it could have become... albeit in the very minutest of details.

His judgement cometh and that right soon.
There is no heaven or hell. There is a life and hell and heaven are what you make of it...
so live your life... and you shall sow as you reap.
The challenge is to live through life without regrets.

"Karmanye Vadhikaraste Ma Phaleshu Kadachana,
Ma Karma Phala Hetur Bhurmatey Sangostva Akarmani"

Rose-ary !

Saw out of the corner of my eye
This sight, till today that i try
to forget...
her silhouette
haunts me
all the way to my bed

Now in love, as that story goes
You live by the rose and you die by rose

Still remember they day we met
Seemed like the person i'd never forget
Now I'm trying to kick them blues
Singing about my cardiac bruise
Winning a battle, i had lost in my head...

Now in love, as that story goes
You live by the rose and you die by rose

Dreading the day when i look into her face
gasping my breath and holding my gaze
shivering hands scared to step out of line
Then see her smile and to fate we resign

Though both of us are a handshake apart
Inside the distance never so afar....

Now my love, as the faithful bows
You live by the rose and you die by rose

?

"God, in his elaborate game of dice, has given man the gift of reason, of choice of which he many have more than one.
But every man has but one destiny"

This man. He journeys from cradle to grave in pursuit of his destiny. Lucky are those who find it earlier than most. Lucky are those who don't.
The pursuit is a measure of the man's temperament. Adjectives range from laid-back to feverish to describe his quest to unravel his plan for him.

Life quite unlike in the movies, has a script of its own. Each mans life observed independently, each life stand-alone fits into a larger puzzle. A jigsaw that needs a macroscopic perspective. A perspective that you and me are far too insignificant to have.

Here is an analogy for the analogists, what if god is just a naughty kid out to have fun?
What if we are guinea pigs in his basement box?
What if we are running through life in much the same manner those rodents run on circular discs?
What if he is trying to understand us in much the same fashion that we are trying to understand him ?
Like how we are trying to 'know' him.

What if our god is answerable to his parents ?
What if he has his own god to pray to every Sunday ?

What if there is no god ?
Then again what if... there is ?

Would it change the ways of our lives ? Would we be any different?
Would you have hugged your parents today ?
Would i have scored more in CAT ?
Would the hungry in Sierra Leone be blessed with a meal tonight ?
The list is endless.
The answer is mostly no.

So where does this take our discussion. God is an idea.. a very comforting idea invented by Man. His invention became something that he could no longer take control of. Like in those creepy robot movies. His instrument became his destiny. God stood for everything good, noble and correct. Till divinity began to be indoctrinated into a charter to benefit a selfish few majority.
All things detrimental to intellectual progress and more importantly to their own branded ungodly.

There are questions that don't have answers. And then there are questions which are pursuits in themselves. A pursuit of destiny. The same one that took our man from cradle to his grave.

Many questions.. more doubts but there is one certainty.
Each man has but one destiny. It is the scale of his being that separates a saviour from a non entity.
A NEO from a MORPHEOUS.
The capacity to change the world lie in the corrugations of our palms.
Hence... you and not he who has the whole world in your hands.
make the most of it... while your still alive.

"For he can only show me the door. My faith must walk me through it "

Look around

Annual Prognosis

Syndrome : Annual progressive migraine

a.k.a : New year fever

Symptoms: drunk driving,rebound relationships, desperation to avoid being a stag, mistaking beer for water,mad rush for passes among others.

Congenial atmosphere :helter skelter. hype. loneliness. bad and loud music. alcohol. DUI. sneaking into and out of houses.

may also cause : police harassment, unplanned pregnancy, groping, molestation,serial puking, mugging and digging out phone numbers of girls/guys that you underwent therapy to forget.

New years.... its all hype no substance. My sweet Jesus... whatever happened to sitting at home and ushering in the new year with a quiet night out with family and close friends. why this animalistic devolution into a maniacal behavioral pattern.

How many times do you remember a refreshing cover story on the 1st Jan edition of your daily newspaper. Instead all you read about is the numbing gore that detail a car crash carrying teens and 20-somethings.

Or, just for variety; a story on the grizzly groping/molestation incident that is penned and presented with a titillating tone by the journo-junta just to sell some more copies.

Have we become so numb as individuals, as a society that we do nothing unless the victims come forward to register a complaint. What are we doing with the photographic evidence. Incubating them under our overweight-obese posteriors.

Id like to pass on a message to those courageous photographers who captured the incident.
Your mum just called...she said you left your balls at home.

I mean..common.. if you are a man worth your seminal vesicle then its your duty to obliterate or even attempt to do so, any guy who tries and gets fresh with a women under the pretext of alcohol.
Don't get me wrong, i am all in for partying and late nights. gals and guys alike. I'm a closet feminist so to speak. But what i have a needle with is the characterless display of carnal instincts that is unbecoming of a human society.
Mumbai has its balls wrapped up in its pastel panties. It is lubed up every New years day with the grease of bribe and power-display and meticulously and mechanically raped by its custodians.
I once did pride myself at the safe-quotient that this city used to display when it came to women. It was once a hard city. A hard city with a character.
It wasn't Delhi, where anything that moves can be potentially raped after nightfall. It wasn't Chennai, where girls date burly guys just to move around safely. It wasn't Bangalore. Don't even get me started about Bangalore. with a name like that... what do you expect ?

It was Mumbai ( Bombay...whatever gets you off! ). Now it isn't. Its just mumbai. A shadow of its old self.
It doesn't need a metro system. It doesn't need a mile high skyline. It doesn't need a fancy marathon.It doesn't need new roads. Hell... it doesn't need dug up ones either.

It needs human fabric. It needs its old self back. It needs to have a heart.
It needs a hero.
Look around.

connect

con·nect (k-nkt)

v. con·nect·ed, con·nect·ing, con·nects

v.tr.

1. To join or fasten together.

2. To associate or consider as related: no reason to connect the two events.

Connect... semester 7.. that is 7/8ths(5.79 in dB for those with a techie bent of mind) of engineering life down... the drain. Ill be the first to admit, I am into engineering because my friends are here. I am doing engineering because i can do it... I'm good at it ( an 8 + gpa should be enough evidence) not because i love to understand the mechanics behind a control valve or by studying the probabilistic model of a phone link termination. For all i care this phone link termination is her banging the phone on my face(Jesus, I'm so into this that i almost ended up typing 'phase') . I wont sit and revel about the mysteries of the reverse linking signalling tone at 200ms frequency, as some would like to read the situation. For me the reverse link signalling tone spells three words "She is angry" and how.

Sorry, i was wavering there...again... Sorry..ya back..so what i was saying...oh what was i saying anyways? i tend to say a lot of things. walking on one leg has become a habit, with the other firmly in my mouth.
Then why is this post called connect? well...something very mundane happened to me... And this incident connected me to what i do. let me paint you the picture... its 2 in the night... the mosquito repellent has a colloquial and very Indian disease Loose connection. ( funny that's the Indian diagnosis for all consumer appliance failure and the remedy is thrashing it.)
All said and done, i thrashed it. I was not being an ass..i was just...well..being Indian.

The wiring conked and i found myself trying to rewire the entire device in the dead of the night with a kitchen scissor for a wire-stripper. Several scratches and cuts later, the curtain on the repellent was lowered. I plugged it in and there it was. Shining in its own glory ( or in the reflected glory of the argon tube light if you may). It was right there in my room for ages and it never looked more alive. It was the most beautiful thing. NOT the device. But the satisfaction.

THE CONNECT.

Look... i know I'm not an engineer worth my salt. Hell, in six months time id want to be called a Graduate in Telecomm engineering. It heaps far less pressure than calling yourself a "telecomm engineer". so as i said this was no big deal. But now i see the beauty to this wonderful wonderful sphere of education.
Its like a doctor saving lives. A banker saving millions in taxes. A dancer performing on Broadway. All trained professionals. All trained to kick butt. And there i was with the repellent in one hand, a scissor in another and a smile on my face. Hardly as impressive but none the less, looking forward to a 'well deserved' pest free nights sleep.

Engineering, sometimes gets lost in the cliche wars with MBBS. its more than just one half of the alternatives that a HSC sci. pass out has.
Ladies and gentlemen.... its a way of life.
Me and engineering.
And the twain shall meet.

As i rack my brains for an end to this tripe. i really cant help but wonder...
Engi-near yet so far.
Touche.

"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
- Mark Twain.

rage against the mundane

Cliche's are like blowjobs. Everyone's done it and more often than not its ends up being In Your Face.
Arent they everywhere and being the bigoted race that we are, we use them unashamed day after day. An ode to the rising standards of our double standards.
I find myself guilty as charged on counts of using and reusing cliched subjects and lines and jokes and the works. I promised myself that i will refrain from using them but hey a world without cliches is a world without DUH !... DUH !

Everythings cliched : Boy-meets-girl stories, Jeffrey Archer, maruti cars, boy bands, nosy neighbors,nagging WAGs, balding men, Bsc. Microbiology, Dhoni,Boot-cut jeans, OSO, Blogsites, Al Qaida, Jay Leno..... the list goes on and on...

A day may come when the courage of man fails him, when all hope comes crashing down but it is not this day...this day we fight the cliches...

Cliche : " hey man where have u been? "
Response : with your wife...

Cliche : " Indian Roads are too bad for expensive cars "
Response : yes they magically mend themselves when you can afford them.

Cliche : " watsap ? "
Response : your wife...take a hint

C: " if you cheat, youll are cheating noone but yourselves "
R : boy..does it feel good or does it feel good.

C : " I am pregnant "
R : Funny, so am I.

C: " Hi this is you captain edward james blah blah....."
R : SHIT !!!! not him

C: " So that'll be a total of Rs. 240 for your burgers and shake sir "
R : how about we settle it for 200?

C : " thank you for calling vodafone... is there anything else i can do for you ? "
R : Yeah !!! but its banned in 37 states across america...are u still game ?

C : look at my blog... im so totally ripping on cliches
R : CLICHED !!!

"Ask no questions... and you will be told no lies "

roar of the faithful

A life like no other, your life is unique
questions to ask and answers to seek

A generation marches, but you're walking alone
finding your calling to call it your own

Changing the meanings of virtue and sin
Marching on, fueled by the fire within

He giveth the strength and he taketh away
The faith has been fading in twilight of day

A gun quells a rebel by death or by truce
men may perish but the idea is bulletproof

Ideas kept alive in history's pensieve
a lesson learnt in time, I believe

Praying for a miracle, for a hero i can't find
or maybe I'm just blind !

Writers' block-ed

Time is the essence of our existence. The clock is the instrument of our being. Has it ever felt funny adjusting the time on your wrist watch? No one really gives it that much of thought. But the changes you just made will remain for all of…well..time.

Time is also the truest test of character. So they say. I don’t believe them. They killed kenny. Those bastards. But if there is any semblance of truth in this statement then its an idea worth exploring. At this crucial juncture I find myself, exploring the possibilities for my future, on the threshold of making life altering choices. Its decision time. The more instinctive, the better. Intuition is logic that is hardwired into your system from past experiences. Oh what would I give to glimpse into the past for one last time. To truly understand my evolution…

Flashback:

Its that part in history where the artist formerly know as ‘Prince’ was currently known as ‘Prince’. Britney Spears was conservative-catholic America's Poster girl and sold records and the school canteen sold samosas for 2 bucks. Those were the days..sigh…

( Id like to thank the academy, my mom, dad,pet dog and Eric Cartman)…ok ill cut the pseudo-nostalgic-farcical rendition of a flashback sequence from a Bollywood movie. I'm talking about 5 yrs back for crying out loud…

I didn’t really care that I had to study x-pages in a day, score y percentile in CAT or work my ass of z-years of work experience. Post Graduation and semester end jitters never gave me sleepless nights. Hell, I was more worried if it rained tomorrow and no one would turn up to play ball. Careless…bordering on hedonism you might say. But hey… I guess at that age, we were all kings ( or queens- keep the feminists happy, dad’s advice) of our little kingdoms we built not off steel, stone and gold but of free thought inside of our heads.

Isn't that how we’d all like to live out the rest of our lives? Sadly we cant. Or is it that we just really don’t want to? Why feel guilty/embarrassed/shy/apprehensive ( or whichever adjective it is that ‘holds you back’) for wanting to live life in the most uncomplicated fashion with one simple objective of having fun as long as you are still on the right side of the graveyard gate.

Why do we let the world set out norms for us? Why do we find comfort in conformism or are we just too lazy to explore the counter view? Have the forgotten to ask why and what like we once did? Look at where asking these questions got us – from the cold, filth-infested moist caves of prehistoria.

So why have we stopped asking questions? Ill give you a simple illustration. You’re probably reading this piece knowing that the point of this write up is hovering dangerously close to the “lost and found” department of the human psyche. Lets skip the foreplay. Ask yourself this question… where is your life headed?

Simpler : ask yourself…”what are you doing about it?”

I asked myself the same thing and then I booked an appointment with my therapist to find out.

I’d like to thank the academy…

Keep the faith and thou shall be redeemed to salvation by thou savior.

“ Faith is like electricity… you cant see till it hits smack you smack in the face”

salute 2 sinatra

She was five and I was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
She wore black and I wore white
She would always win the fight

Bang bang, she shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called her mine
She would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.

Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.

Now she's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
She didn't even say goodbye
She didn't take the time to lie.

Bang bang, she shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...

i-sore

Clock strikes a tick and that moment goes by
Gone forever, matter not how hard you try
Its upto whether you trudge,try or shrivel up and cry
And this is what i am...

Of black, grays and white... like virtue and wine
A lesson learnt today is a lesson in time
Blurred in the moment..stand on the crossroads; blind
And this is where i am...

Questions and answers...are cryptic alike
Under lock and key... like that mysterious smile
Then a voice tells you to fight the good fight
And this is how i am

They tell us to keep the faith and that God has a plan
Day after day... not one gives a damn
Silent spectator... its man versus man
And is this who i am ?

The pursuit of contentment

The Art of being contented with what life has to offer is a difficult art. By the time you master it... life has nothing more to offer. A graduation by default. A crash course in the same discipline happens everyday. Every day, there is this one frame...this one flash that defines that day. Sit down and reminisce of what you will remember of today in the morrow. Food, id say is the most beautiful metaphor of all... as beautiful as beauty is metaphorically. Contentment : Satiation. Put this into perspective, the morsel you wasted last night or the mess around your dinner plate could have nourished someone somewhere. The question is must you feel sorry for them or your actions. I will not take the moralistic high ground saying " we are criminals and our crime is the unequal distribution of opportunities ". I personally am all for charity, but charity done for the sake of charity is business/obligatory. Obligations and me have a difficult history. and id leave it at that. Charity must not be something you practice for getting recognition. Far from it... the beauty lies in its anonymity...like providence. Coming back to food, the dinner table is the greatest leveler. Not one man doesn't long for the first morsel of food. Beggar and king, eyes twinkle alike. The conversations made on dinner table teach one a lot. I count myself to be unfortunate to have not been a part of any residential educational institution/hostel. Though on second thoughts, id rather live in the comfort of my room with the security of my folks reassuring me from across the walls. The last supper is a classic example of this idea... Jesus, Judah, 10 others... all bonded by a simple diet of bread and wine. all Leveled. People talk about changing the world and not knowing where to start off... just like how I'm looking to study for my engineering examinations and not knowing where must i start from. Changing the world isn't a big deal. The big deal is nature of this change, its impact and its sustenance. Idealistic : every man can change the world. Problem : they don't give a flying fuck... just like me. Caught up in the medley of the mundane. Nuclear pollution doesn't bother me... what bothers me is getting straight A's. I'm no Jesus of this suburbia. If i changed the world, will god read up on microwave devices and circuits. NO But hey, Microwave theories don't tell me not to commit random acts of kindness... By kindness i mean anything that doesn't piss the other person off. If i commit sin, must i do equal amount of good to ensure a date with St. Peter or whoever is heaven's Gurkha. I dunno.. do i believe in hell... i don't know. Do i believe in Life..i dunno.. but what i do know is i believe in Living. That is a fine art...we all must learn.

The selfish they're all standing in line...
Faith in their hope and to buy themselves time.
Me, I figure as each breath goes by,
I only own my mind.

Midnight Musings

Imagine living with a gift.. a gift to see into the future... near and distant alike.. knowing equally well about the consequences of your action. The cause and its effects... the domino-ripple chain reaction that the slightest of changes in your actions might trigger off in the lives of people...some you know and some whom u've never met in your life.
Let us put this gift into perspective... superficially.. all of it seems very rosy.. bet on the winning horse, pick the right stocks, buy the right plots.. money,women,comfort,respect,authority, power-addict... basically the repercussions of being in the right place at the right time...
Life... as you like it.
You conceive the future...you shape it...like that sting song.. every step you take...every move u make...you mould life.
I personally would be paranoid if it were happen to me. Life lived in rewind is a scary prospect. Your like the cursor on lifes seek bar. Every time you move... something happens somewhere.
Every decision of your wd be made and remade. Only to see hw it will effect the lives of the ones u love.
Its scary..most times...a million things on your mind... what would you give to break free... freedom is never free... there is always that price to pay.
So life as you like it...woudlnt be life how id like it to be.
"Life is chaos... you gotta deal with it"
-Max Cavlera

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.

wake up ! ( fight club extract )

Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned...

This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time...
Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!

I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. i am..