F***** up

At least I did something...
I noticed one thing today: I leave and come back to office on the same day. A mere innocous glance at my inbox was the source of this revelation.
What does this mean? I have transcended the christian boundaries of day and night. I leave and come back at the same day. Get it?
Perhaps baby steps at taking the system my way.
As Rant proved, maybe time is not so sacrosanct after all.

Wither

For all that RANT says, if you take a deeper look, nightimers did suffer- they were shot at, they were segregated and quarantined.
Only perhaps Rant escaped the dredge of time.
So that's all there is- only the leaders will thrive, because that is their destiny, their purpose.
The rest will always wither.

Beyond Help

It's all essentially about choices. Some choices you make, you live to regret. Some choices, when you don't see the other, makes you live on.
Maybe this is Monday- but I see no point in this facade. And I hate the fact that I have to live on...

There are many things in this world that still appeals to me: the sweet smell of the rain has not yet been doused by the gasoline.

Why am I doing all this? Imagine a world where there are no listeners. What good will be your gyaan then?
Do I read to be the know it all geek?

The painful answer is yes.

Yes, I am like an nineteen year old who has just discovered Nietszche. And I am from the Retard academy who refuses to grow up- embrace the responsibilities.

I dunno what I am doing here... I am not smart, as some of these people are. I am not devoted,as it seems some of them are.

I am just the scum who wants it all.

Nice try?

Sleaze and the sale are the only things that will draw the crowds in the future

Fancy Incarceration

Let's put it simply- This is nothing but incarceration. It isn't confinement by brute physical force but in a far more sophisticated manner. Its like a posh jail. Where you are made to feel good. You are made to feel important, you are made to wish for things you never knew or wanted before. The wishes pile up and you see the joy in confinement. You celebrate it and wish even more. Freedom is dismissed as reckless and unimportant.
What's funny is that people bitch and like it at the same time.

I need shelter, I need clothes and I need food. I also need an SLR, a videocam and a passport to visit the entire world. Fact is, if I were born a couple of thousand years ago, I wouldn't have even pined for these. Food to me would have been something burnt. Clothes some natural rag. Shelter would have been some abandoned cave. And I wouldn't have even known what I was missing out on.
Would I have lived an inferior life?

What you don't know can't give you a sense of deprivation.

Tis ain't that bad either

Burn the bridges to the past, be a new person everyday

This one I thought was cool enough

lies damned lies and conference calls...