dignified massacres

The issue of freewill and equality, is not definitive enough. Or rather it couldn't be. Sometimes, to lift the fog we superimpose on others. It is the same story echoed repeatedly, over and over again. Quashing the ideals of people you thought were different from you. Terrorism, religion, politics. You find the common denominator and you'll understand why equality is superficial, in the world where one tries to assume a position higher than that of another. To cite one example, reports of religious 'peddlers' outside schools are becoming more rampant. Its no different from peddling drugs really, because you are in fact trying to induce a different lifestyle in that individual altogether. It might be a minority tarnishing the image of their organization, but the society looks upon them holistically. What would we do, single out the peddler and subject him to public execution? It doesn't really work that way at times.

Individuals, singling themselves to be the creme de la creme of the society. They walk with poise, compliment every action taken as dignified. They are the ones that would probably squirm at a Nat Geo documentary of a cheetah digging into its prey. Because it is not dignified, they might say. Actually, note that we are doing the very same thing with a fork and knife. Plus, we coined what dignified means.

ta daaaaaaaa

This really ain't a milestone in the really cranky(mine) world of online rant-to-sphere but, it's the first photo I've put up.















I thought the lighting was great, and it compliments the food. Or rather, the lighting was the reason why the picture worked in the first place. So Steve Jobs, if you're looking at this, we need a better camera for the Iphone!

I've always liked photography, and I guess its the lack of effort to devote enough time for anything at all.

i mean, who wrote these rules.

What is it that people do most predictably, when they have no way of quantifying or justifying or even to marginally excuse themselves from a mess. Maintain silence, that's what most of us do. What are we, 16?

Maybe its the temper, the urge to know, that forms the overwhelming compulsion to push towards an eventual conclusion. Against reconciling and in the process pretending its A-OK, I chose to say the right thing. Maybe I'm the embodiment of Dr Gregory House(fictional of course); spouting cynical truths and alienating everybody else. I guess it must be noted that, you don't always get the desired outcome even if you do or say the right thing. Just because you aspire doesn't always mean you'll get it.

That might be the saddest truth of all. Sometimes, life is hard.

definitely, definitively random

So, could we count the number of things we've brought over from the last 5 years of our lives? Or rather, the things we've left behind. The only fun most of us would get 5 years down the road is most probably the twirling of an office pen. I'm not saying everybody else is as boring as me. I'm just saying that, you've probably got a bunch of equally insane fun loving peeps riding the waves with you a while ago. And now, we've got to act like responsible work driven adults to cover up the mostly irresponsible selves. Which is an admirable trait really, except that there is no end game. The things we do, the choices we've made. And that has led me invariably here.

You've lost connections, the ever transient youth, and even hobbies we used to love. Then it is clear why we seek the ones we used to love, pursue solutions to the aging problem, and preoccupy ourselves with hobbies. Covering grounds, plugging holes, and making up for lost time. Before we fall into dementia, we would try and bridge the gap. All this, in the middle of paying for health insurance, paying for all possible kinds of loans. You would probably go home to your huge ass TV and watch the news. Muscles you never knew existed hurt, and you become more knowledgeable medically speaking(because you think a certain condition might spell the end). Most of us don't see where all this is heading; I don't. Until you find comfort in a purpose, and in this infinite space, where could mine possibly be.

just one question

A lil walking, a lil running, and some music therapy to cleanse the poisonous fumes. Well, to some extent.

At times, I wanna fling away the blinds, open the closed doors. What's stopping me is one inevitable fact. Will they see what I see? If not, it's far too often then, the quick leap to conclusions. I don't seek to have all the wealth or wisdom in the world. But instead, to know the sole purpose and truth to it all before it all turns into ashes. Maybe I'll find a definitive answer tomorrow, or when I'm 60. You can amass all the power and wealth, stand tall, until you ask yourself what's next. Not knowing is heinous, and perhaps a sign would be comforting after all.

zip

Well, I've gotta stop the solemn posts, and talk about the lighter things like global and cosmos issues(expecting dry laughter). Had my hair cut short, and hopefully the fragments lay where they belong.

Now, to pick up things I've left along the way. Got pooped over a 1.8km run and I guess my mental health ain't the only thing that has suffered over the past few months.

compounding miseries

It's been what, maybe 2 days after my exams and I'm still kind-of lost. I'm always reminded of the constant fact that exams' not the only thing that's finished. In retrospect, it was always going to be a silly and immature affair. Now, your apologies and I'll never hear from you again.

So much for being cruel. I love how misery compounds.