Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Stream of Consciousness


It is 8:30 at night; I can still hear horns, nonstop horns. Why the fuck are we so bloody obsessed about them? I recently wrote an article after getting furious because of an asshole who was honking when the traffic light was red. As I thought, not many read it, apart from a few of my friends. Ok, I am deviating from my point. The point is honking, it is an annoying thing and I am sure all of us would agree on that. So why is it that we have to keep using it?
 
Seen the new CEAT tire ads? ‘The roads are filled with idiots’ series? It makes a lot of sense. Most of us would have encountered such idiots every now and then, and in a city like Bangalore many in one day. They don’t care about anything other than their need to be somewhere on time. What the fuck are they so busy about anyway? Recently I was coming from home on car, my friend was driving and we stopped at a red light. There were a couple of cars ahead of us. Once the light was green we slowly moved forward, this was near Coimbatore, then suddenly a Nano came sheering from the left side and we applied full breaks and it barely missed from hitting us and a bike right behind(their signal was red). My reflex reaction was a scream, I was screaming ‘Kollavaneeee’ (Kill him). It was not intentional, but I wanted to do it. I just wanted to torture him to death. No, I am not a psychopath, but such fuckers are alive only because we are not allowed to kill them. 

People like those, what do they save? Two minutes? Five minutes? Is the kind of risk that they are taking worth that? If we failed to break on time or the vehicles behind us failed to do the same, it would have been a huge disaster. But we Indians, with our huge fucking fake morality, really do not care about anybody else’s well being. That is just beyond us. And when it comes to stuff like a girl going to park with a boy, premarital sex, girls dress code, and such we have very ‘strong fucking opinions’. We are the protectors of the moral code of the world! We are the saviors of culture from the interventions of west! Let me put something straight, ‘westerners won’t shit on sidewalks’ which, our so called culturally supreme people do every morning and evening at the foot path in many parts of a city like Bangalore (Let us not take into account other cities like Mumbai).

No hygiene, no regard for human life, and pioneers in fake morality! Heard about honor killings, right? Because two people from two different caste (another social evil that we embrace) that are stoned or beaten or burned or sliced to death!!! And people, including police officers and even those fucking politicians try to justify these barbarian acts! How dare we? Since when is honor more valuable than human life? 

Then, let us come to religion. We have a religious sentiment that is so fucking fragile and is always to get wounded! You say something thing and it is wounded, you write something and it is wounded, you make a movie and it gets wounded, you paint something and bloody hell it is wounded! And the impotent politicians who do not even have even a backbone as strong as a spider’s web has banned anything and everything that has, can, may or even may not hurt religious sentiments. By doing this they have fed the emotional need of the religious leaders and gave them power instead of throwing them to a fucking inferno.   

All these boils down to who we really are and that image is not that glorified as we think it is!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

My 3 minutes 27 seconds rule of LOVE

Here, I am avoiding the highly cliched and overrated question 'have you ever been in love', and assuming that you have, so am I avoiding the equally cliched second question 'have you been through a love failure' and assuming that you have or will be soon, and presenting you my 3 minutes 27 seconds rule of love (or rather love failure).

All the books and all the movies got it wrong, you won't fall in love instantaneously. The process is very lengthy and slow and complicated, well in most cases. So many different things have to come together in the right time in the right place. But once that mishap happens, even though you may not feel it first, you end up being with the wrong person at the wrong time and in the wrong place, until it fails. 

And it has to fail, there is no other go. Which brings us to my rule. It is a simple rule, "No matter how long it took you to build the relationship, no matter how much you 'think' you love each other, all that's needed is 3 minutes and 37 seconds, or less, for it all to end." Simple rule ain't it? And it is true, the initial conflict that is needed to begin the end takes less than the given time. And after that its all down the hill.

I know some of you are thinking that I am wrong and that you have went past the love phase and reached marriage and your love is still strong. Well, I beg to differ, 'you still have time'. And in your case when it fails you will also have a seriously long battle to prove to the court, who acts like a child who needs a unicorn with golden horn and is not ready to settle with nothing less, that you no longer love each other and needs to split. 

Well, just keep this rule in mind when the next opportunity presents itself to you in the form of a smoking hot girl or a hunk.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

The Evil in Me

Today morning, on my way to office, I was walking past a bus stop and I saw a man (poor I assume from the way he is dressed) lying on the ground suffering from fits. His whole body was jerking, his face was covered in blood, and guess what, I did nothing!!! I just walked past him. There was a part of me that told me to help him, but the other part of me, the dominating part, stopped me.

The man was seriously in trouble and all I could think about was me. What will happen to me if I take him to hospital? Will there be a police involvement? and sort. Like a self obsessed, self absorbed prick, I simply left. And how does that make me feel? Like shit, yes shit!!! I had my reasons, but no matter what I say, how I justify myself to me the fact stands unchanged, A man needed help, a help that I could have provided, and I did nothing. I didn't help or stop or ask others to. What does that make me?

I feel pity on myself and I wish if I had done something. Will I do any different if a similar situation presents itself in the future? Knowing me, knowing who I am, I seriously doubt that....