Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The Most Ironical Thing

There is a lot of shit going around in the world.

The rupee is losing ground against dollar.

There is US strike happening in Syria and that has sent the stock market crashing.

Nokia just got bought by Microsoft and it's the end of an era for one of the best handset makers in the industry.

And I have a headache.


I log on to Twitter in evening and these are the trending topics for India.





Easy to see that all these are Bollywood related and somewhere out there, there are feverish, angry, emotional fans who are writing tweet after tweet after tweet to keep these topics in the trending spots.

What does that mean?

It's fucked up, it's insane that these people have the time or the money or the resources to be online and they're just fighting with each other for Bollywood actors who don't know/care that these people exist.

This is the most ironical thing about Twitter.

So it goes.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

So let's talk about control.

You know what is the most beautiful thing in the world? Being in control.

And what is the ugliest thing in the world? The illusion of control.

The act of voting is basically, illusion of control. In any kind of democracy, there are only a few who are making the decisions for the many and they might have their own agendas, they might have their own axe to grind and they might even just be out of their mind. Because in today's world, you never know.

And then, the common man, the middle class family man who goes to his job from 9-6 and then spends the weekends catering to the whims of wife and kids, is given the illusion of control. He is told by anyone and everyone that his vote matters, that he can make a difference, that he can bring a change in the future of this country. Of course, no one says what kind of change. Change is inevitable. Things will keep on changing. So?

So, that man is given an illusion of control by giving him the option to vote for one scoundrel who might be less corrupt than the next name on the ballot.

And then you know the rest of the story, because you are the character in that story. Just step aside for bit and see. The prices are going to rise, the roads are going to remain broken and the pollution will only rise, summers will get hotter, powercuts will get longer. But, but, you say, there are positive changes too! Look at all the progress! All the achievements! All the good shit that we didn't have yesterday.

As an answer to that, I'd direct you to the first two sentences of this blog post. Or maybe if you're smart enough, you can figure it out by yourself.

Saturday, August 31, 2013

the death of blogging, or something, for the 1000th time

I've been a pissed off boy for a long time. For as long as I can remember. Things were never right in this manner or that. The thoughts in my head were not right maybe. Maybe the teenage headfuck thoughts never really left me. Maybe I never let myself grow up and be an adult in many ways.

I still don't feel as old as I am on many days, but then again, who does? No one wants to get older. We only want to get older till we're in school and the prospect of going another day to school and prepare for another exam just feels painful a fuck. But you get out of school, there is college, university, a degree and then what? Yeah, the same old 9-6, six days a week grind. Why didn't they tell us it'd be like this? But then again, it is like this and complaining about it will not solve anything.

So we all suffer. We all complain and we all suffer and in the end we die or something, putting in place the next generation that will suffer in our place.

That's how it goes.

Effectively, this post is about nothing. I just wanted to let off some steam. Not sorry for wasting your time.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

let's talk about some things

The internet on the whole has changed very quickly in the past few years. The attention spans that were minuscule earlier are now even less. Momentary attention spans.

There must be people who stopped reading till those lines. They have probably gone back to their regular haunts of facebook, twitter, reddit or youporn. Which is perfectly fine, we are all allowed to seek out excitement any way we can. That's what we are wired for. Some people drink, some people drive fast, there are others that get high on drugs and dance in dark basements to bad bad music. Like, trancey shit.

And it's all pretty okay, because frankly, who am I to give any kind of shit on what kind of shit you do to make your life seem meaningful and sane?

We're all running. One way or the other. We're all distracting ourselves from things that are scary. We've got the fucking blanket over our heads and we think that the ghosts won't see us then.

Which is untrue.

The ghosts see us.

They just wait.