Final Destination: I

He stared at the sun.

The truck driver leaned to clean up the ketchup on his dashboard. He took his eyes off the road, but onlyfor a little while. It was an empty expressway, and he was doing good. The only roadkill will be an unlucky dog.

RATM blaring on his headphone, he adjusted his eyes to the sun. They said never hide, and admired the sepia tones of his newly acquired Ray-Ban.

The bus driver licked off the ketchup. Finger lickin good. Oh shit.

He took a look to his left. The beat rose to a crescendo, "What better place than here? what better time than now?". His left hand had instinctively started digging for the IPOD, trying to change to the next.

The impact barely made the truck move. But the driver knew.

General Reflections

It feels as if the flu is into me, gnawing at the very essence of me, my mind.
Watched Hitch last night, and as with the other notable Will Smith movie of recent years, it made me question my existence as it is now.
Hitch and the Pursuit of Happyness both stress on the importance of living beyond the ordinary: to seek out and claim the most important conquest of them all, love.
Will of Pursuit led his life to secure the future of himself and his kid, driven by the love for his son. He could have just as easily fell into a vortex of guilt, rage and frustation and sunk deeper into depression. He could have easily been a bum who lives off the street and sings out loud when someone passes by; just to make the other guy know what he's been through and what he thinks of the world. But he did not. He chose change.
Hitch is obviously not even remotely comparable to Pursuit. It's a movie with a much lighter vein, based on the subject of tackling the modern-day cynicism in relationships. It could have dealt this more seriously but chose not to, and insteaddrowned itself in candyfloss. Not that I hold that in contempt. Somehow I've come to realise not every movie has to make a point and that too seriously. Hitch can make analert guy think. And then he's free to comment and reflect. It's an encouragement rather than a thesis.
It certainly made me ponder. It's been too long trying to be a lone wolf.
There was a time, not too long ago, when I used to fall in love with any woman I see. It still happens, if only for a glance. Then the realities sink in, and the differencesamplify and the longing disappears. What makes it worse that I've chosen to be aneccentric type, which makes it difficult for me to adjust to an ordinary life, which most women seem to like to live.
Get real. Which chick would like to run off to the Sahyadris every weekend?
But perhaps the issue is deeper than that. Why is it that I like to run away?

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.