Neck Tattoos

One guy that lives near our place has a neck tattoo. I don't like that guy for no other reason than the fact that he has a neck tattoo. I think people with neck tattoos should be shot in the knees or in the head, what does it matter. Neck tattoos are the worse kind of tattoos, shittier than face tattoos and more horrible than back tattoos.

fuck i hate tattoos and people who get those. 

It's been some time.

If there is one thing I have done on the internet in all these years it is to create and abandon blogs all over the fucking place. Any blogging site that comes up off the ether and disappears, I've tried that. Even though i have no love for wordpress, I've created and maintained blogs there too. Tumblr is another good place where I have multiple blogs covering various interests.

Why do I do this?

Maybe I have too much time. Maybe I am too much of a stickler. Maybe I want to confuse any future historians who might want to know more about me by reading everything I wrote on the internet in all these years. They'll be in for a painful job, that's for sure.

You can't really piece it all together, because this is some of the writing with my name or a handle associated with it, but there is so much more that I have written that it boggles my mind too and it's all out there, perhaps in some lost corner of the internet, just lying there, waiting while bots read it and discard it for the fluff that it is.

This last sentence was terrible. Don't do that, kids.

I took a break for some time. Had dinner and now I am back to writing this.

I really want to write long pieces that explore difficult topics and make people think, but for that I need to think a lot and thinking a lot is something that I avoid at all costs. There is nothing but pain that way when you start to get into the spiral of thoughts. There is no end to it, there is nowhere that you draw the line.

And that's how it goes.

I am going to write here more often because I think no one is reading it. And even if anyone is reading, why should I care.

Right?

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.

But

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

#ArrestSalmanCriminal

#SrgayIsTerrorist

#SalmanTheBestHumanBeing

#ReplaceMovieNameWithMithai

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.

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.

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.

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.

anguish and stupidity

Just another two rupees where there are loads of opinions and anger and stupidity being thrown around.

What happened in Delhi, scares everyone. And when people fear something, the first response is hate. With hate comes anger and anger makes people stupid.

I've closed the twitter tab tonight, just like last night because there is lot of stupid shit being thrown around. More than usual. It's understandable. 

You want to punish the animals, you've to become an animal yourself. Or at least think like one. Sure, those animals will get what they deserve, what about you?

People often talk a lot of about taking action. People talk about setting an example. People talk about setting an example through fear.

People talk a lot.

But it's always too cold to go to gym in the morning and the cola is must tastier and instant than the milk or the water. 

You probably won't get what I am driving at, I am being obtuse for one reason. Maybe, just maybe, you'll use your mind for looking behind the scenes and thinking on your own instead of joining in with the masses.

Don't go with the flow man, that's the place for dead fish.