Hmm.

I sit. I watch. I see. People all around me. People from everywhere, converging to this one spot to do whatever. Sitting outside Forum shopping mall in Bangalore. The sweet taste of nicotine hits me as I light my cigarette.

Immediately, I get a few disapproving looks. But I puff away. Time passes on. I don't understand this so called Mall-Culture that's creeped into our lives these days. Malls intimidate the fuck out of me. Not only is everything overly priced, but there's just something about them that's just wrong. A scraggly street dog passes by and looks at me curiously. A " poor bastard " sort of expression on his face.

I sit outside, writing random little bits of of my thoughts into this book i'd bought near by. Been a while since i'd actually HAND-written something. My handwriting is quite shit really. Fit to be a doctor, since its as bad if not worse than a doctors handwriting. This cop looks at me weirdly, and I think, " Man, everyone i know has a cop story. "

A couple of guys pass by giving me weird looks. It looks like they've been reading 101 ways to be cool.

Now if your reading this, and wondering, how can I be cool?
1) Be in a Band.
2) Wear Aviators.
3) Smoke Weed.
4) Go to CCD.
5) Have a Kurt Cobain T-shirt.
6) Support a football club and refer to it as " we ".
7) Have a good cop story.
Okay, I haven't gotten 101 ways to be cool but 7 were good enough.

Note: The above 7 points are trying to be satirical. I might be wrong. No offence to Radiohead, But i'm not sure if it is entitled enough to be a satirical.

Society has a nasty way of judging you. Human beings are naturally judgemental creatures. But it's the same " society " that allows 1% of the population to control the so called vested interests of a whole nation of 1.2 billion people. Money is the only god left to worship. Somewhere up in the sky, the capitalist god is smirking to himself.

In India, we tend to turn a blind eye on all the sadness and poverty we see around us. Just like how Sheila Dixit, CM of Delhi, holed up all the homeless vagrants and poor into houses for the commonwealth, except on a much larger scale. We actually block them out of our view. You've seen it. But we all like to live in our cushy little world of Playstations and Cellphones. I'm not saying don't ignore it. Do something to change it. Make a difference. There will always be hope. That's what our world lives on. Thrives on for that matter. I'm not saying that i'm doing so much to make a difference. I want to though.

I often wonder, the number of people in poverty is roughly 60% of our nation. Now what if that 60% decided to revolt against every rich man. We're screwed. I often wonder, why the poor don't resort to killing and thievery on a much larger scale. Because, honestly, I would if i was in their position. You and I, have absolutely no idea how it feels to be in that position. We can only guess.

At the end of the day, its all about happiness isn't it? And in this world, Money=Happiness? I tend to ramble on a lot about things that have no coherence. If anyone's actually reading this I apologize. I'm just venting. ( Woohoo, Zeppelin reference! )

Until next time,
The Hypocrite says Hello.