We yearn for acceptance.
I seem to know so many people, yet so few.
Why?
People find solace in Religion and God. I seem to have none of those convictions. It's not for lack of trying. It's just hard to believe there's a little man up in the clouds looking at everything you do. It's difficult to fathom.
The sense of peace and acceptance is what i want.
What the fuck is going on?
Everyone has their own group of people. I have myself. Sometimes I love it, and sometimes i hate it. Living in your own must be different. I guess that's what I need. What i want? It's to find peace. Not by blowing my own head off in the case of some people. Suicide might be a convenient escape plan, but it's not for me. I love the little things in life. The rain, The sunshine, Love, Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n Roll. I want it all. But is it enough?
I have no idea what the fuck is going on.
The hypocrite doesn't seem to be very happy anymore.
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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.
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.
Hello.
Cyberspace. To boldly go, where every man with an internet connection has gone.
This blog will have no coherence. I wish merely to vent my thoughts and frustrations at things. I'm a peaceful man. I'm also shameless enough to admit that i'm not very good at writing. But i'll give it a shot.
In the words of the party,
War is Peace.
Freedom is Slavery.
Ignorance is Strength.
- George Orwell, 1984.
This blog will have no coherence. I wish merely to vent my thoughts and frustrations at things. I'm a peaceful man. I'm also shameless enough to admit that i'm not very good at writing. But i'll give it a shot.
In the words of the party,
War is Peace.
Freedom is Slavery.
Ignorance is Strength.
- George Orwell, 1984.
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