Bullcrap is considered better than bullshit. God knows how. Literature in urban dictionary says so, that you can use the word 'bullcrap' infront of your parents, but not 'bullshit'.
Wait. Why am I blogging?
Few days back I decided to delete my fb account. Reason. Amit Singh.
"Till now you have never obeyed to whatever I said, if you would have done my way, you would have not got lost like today."
No doubt, the dude was right. Today I am lost. So, the phone conversation with him ended with him telling me to delete the fb account. & I decided to follow him. I call up Rishi telling him to deactivate my account. Rishi says - lets see how long you remain offline.
It was just hardly 40 mints past that I switched back to my fb account. Surely I am lost like hell.
But guys, mark it, fb was never the reason for failure, neither was gym, nor were movies or biking & not even IPL. If you cut the net connection from my room, I wouldn't even have brought those fucking marks that I have brought after all this fucking happenings. Primarily, the reason for failure!!! Yeah there is a reason behind everything, & we look to blame someone for every wrong happenings. What to do. Human nature. A divine level above this shitty human nature, would be to blame yourself. & that would sound even more shitty. Practically this reason sucks. Totally. It goes like the sanskrit shloka - Vinaashkaale wiparit buddhi. Surely I was bitten my a mad dog in the end days of December 2010, the symptoms of which persisted for 2 months, maybe even now, a little though. No matter how much others tell you - look there is a ditch ahead, don't go forward. But you go like - aaha, I love ditches. & then when you fall into the ditch, then you sit & wonder - what the fuck!!!
Today I managed to blast the music in my room again, but just one song. Was trying to account what if someone switches between Marilyn Manson's Sweet Dreams & Beautiful People, & the song Emptiness, nope, I didn't play that song today. I hate that song. Literally. & those motherfucking assholes took out a female version too, where the motherfucking bitch tries to feel to sorry why she left the guy. As if. Someone should temper me like Steve does - 'as if it didn't happen to you, so it is not supposed to happen with anyone else in the world.'
So what I was saying, if you shuffle up the songs like Bade Achche Lagte Hai by Shreya Ghoshal (don't laugh saying - bade to har kisi ko achche lagte hai), then Marilyn Manson, then Aamake Aamar Moton Thakte Dao (what a song), Paon Paijaniya by Shehnaaz Akhtar & the Top Gun theme - Take My Breath Away. Mix these up with Apocalyptica & Pink Floyd. This playlist surely doesn't make any sense. This marks the perfect example of insanity. Surely I have lost my mind. Last time I wrote, it takes a man to smile in adversity. Now I will write, it takes an insane to smile when his ass is burnt up like hell.
Now its best to shout like Eddie Vedder - whyyyyyyy. whyyyyyyy. whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
Don't sing the rest of the stanza. Instead you change the following lines to 'why was it mine?' Yup. It should go like - 'why was it my ass that had to get kicked?' & God would thunder back at you saying - 'It was you who came pleading before me to get your ass kicked.' & then you would become speechless.
Rishi is writing great now. His article 'Summons'. & that heading pic. Wonder work. These people are gonna leave this place in 4-5 months. Can't believe that I came with them here in the sevagram ashram. You can't do anything at this stage, but to sit & watch. When you are at the bottom of the abyss, all you do is keep staring upwards towards the feeble rays of the sun coming through the water. & at night, since there is no light, you don't feel much of the difference. Its the brightness which kills you from inside. That's one thing I realized when I went home this time, it never felt good when the sun shone bright in the sky. It was okay with the day gloomy with clouds & dark rains. It felt good to be hidden.
Whatever. Kolkata Knight Riders won last night. It felt good. That also in Champions League they defeated RCB. & my parents are growing old, with watching me getting worthless. A time wasted is a waste of time. There is never an excuse or redemption for that. All that there is remorse & condemnation.
So, I once wrote Love Actually. & felt so proud to do that.
I am going to write Love Actually Part 2. The movie didn't have a sequel, if also, not yet any news of its making. But I will the 2nd article.
Who on earth reads this bullcrap!!!
Wait. Why am I blogging?
Few days back I decided to delete my fb account. Reason. Amit Singh.
"Till now you have never obeyed to whatever I said, if you would have done my way, you would have not got lost like today."
No doubt, the dude was right. Today I am lost. So, the phone conversation with him ended with him telling me to delete the fb account. & I decided to follow him. I call up Rishi telling him to deactivate my account. Rishi says - lets see how long you remain offline.
It was just hardly 40 mints past that I switched back to my fb account. Surely I am lost like hell.
But guys, mark it, fb was never the reason for failure, neither was gym, nor were movies or biking & not even IPL. If you cut the net connection from my room, I wouldn't even have brought those fucking marks that I have brought after all this fucking happenings. Primarily, the reason for failure!!! Yeah there is a reason behind everything, & we look to blame someone for every wrong happenings. What to do. Human nature. A divine level above this shitty human nature, would be to blame yourself. & that would sound even more shitty. Practically this reason sucks. Totally. It goes like the sanskrit shloka - Vinaashkaale wiparit buddhi. Surely I was bitten my a mad dog in the end days of December 2010, the symptoms of which persisted for 2 months, maybe even now, a little though. No matter how much others tell you - look there is a ditch ahead, don't go forward. But you go like - aaha, I love ditches. & then when you fall into the ditch, then you sit & wonder - what the fuck!!!
Today I managed to blast the music in my room again, but just one song. Was trying to account what if someone switches between Marilyn Manson's Sweet Dreams & Beautiful People, & the song Emptiness, nope, I didn't play that song today. I hate that song. Literally. & those motherfucking assholes took out a female version too, where the motherfucking bitch tries to feel to sorry why she left the guy. As if. Someone should temper me like Steve does - 'as if it didn't happen to you, so it is not supposed to happen with anyone else in the world.'
So what I was saying, if you shuffle up the songs like Bade Achche Lagte Hai by Shreya Ghoshal (don't laugh saying - bade to har kisi ko achche lagte hai), then Marilyn Manson, then Aamake Aamar Moton Thakte Dao (what a song), Paon Paijaniya by Shehnaaz Akhtar & the Top Gun theme - Take My Breath Away. Mix these up with Apocalyptica & Pink Floyd. This playlist surely doesn't make any sense. This marks the perfect example of insanity. Surely I have lost my mind. Last time I wrote, it takes a man to smile in adversity. Now I will write, it takes an insane to smile when his ass is burnt up like hell.
Now its best to shout like Eddie Vedder - whyyyyyyy. whyyyyyyy. whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
Don't sing the rest of the stanza. Instead you change the following lines to 'why was it mine?' Yup. It should go like - 'why was it my ass that had to get kicked?' & God would thunder back at you saying - 'It was you who came pleading before me to get your ass kicked.' & then you would become speechless.
Rishi is writing great now. His article 'Summons'. & that heading pic. Wonder work. These people are gonna leave this place in 4-5 months. Can't believe that I came with them here in the sevagram ashram. You can't do anything at this stage, but to sit & watch. When you are at the bottom of the abyss, all you do is keep staring upwards towards the feeble rays of the sun coming through the water. & at night, since there is no light, you don't feel much of the difference. Its the brightness which kills you from inside. That's one thing I realized when I went home this time, it never felt good when the sun shone bright in the sky. It was okay with the day gloomy with clouds & dark rains. It felt good to be hidden.
Whatever. Kolkata Knight Riders won last night. It felt good. That also in Champions League they defeated RCB. & my parents are growing old, with watching me getting worthless. A time wasted is a waste of time. There is never an excuse or redemption for that. All that there is remorse & condemnation.
So, I once wrote Love Actually. & felt so proud to do that.
I am going to write Love Actually Part 2. The movie didn't have a sequel, if also, not yet any news of its making. But I will the 2nd article.
Who on earth reads this bullcrap!!!
