"The Government of My Brain seems to have built a new drainage system. Nothing stays and festers there anymore. It no more stinks, and more importantly and tragically, it doesn't overflow"
A mindless rambling about this, that, and the ordinary.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Thus Whined Vinayaka Rama - 8
If you see a man who has come back to office a week after his wedding, don't ever ask him, "Hey dude ! What the fuck have you been up to?". Really.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
The Doggone Future - 1
The story of a dog managing to change the future of the world might surprise you. In fact, it would be surprising if it does not surprise you at all. A dog doing anything other than what a dog is supposed to be doing can be surprising - getting newspapers from the shops excluded, that is (or in this case, was, has been, whatever) the norm these (those) days - apart from that, anything would not just be surprising, but painfully shocking as well.
(Now that is how you abuse a word. I have used 'surprising' so many times, it is already causing unbearable nausea - to you and ME too!)
But well, everything's got to end. Everything has got to change. Someday. And it definitely did.
After the incident of the Appallingly Confusing Tuesday, henceforth to be called ACT, the world was never the same. I still remember the lack of shock - which in itself was shocking to me - and the absence of chaos after the tremendous amount of change the ACT had caused. Humans were never this, erm..well, unpredictable. You could definitely say when they would kill and when they would not. Yes, the details sometimes differed, but all in all, there was a definite pattern they liked to follow. For example, a human being would go like -
"Hey ! I think what I am saying is right ! Well. I just don' think what I say is right, I believe it to be right. It is not just a belief, it is a strong faith! Unshakable. Not even the strongest earthquake can bring it down. Umm.. what? You are asking me how am I so sure? Well.. our prophet said so ! Don't you dare say he might have been wrong ! That's sacrilege ! You must die !"
BOOM. Rattttatttatttaattaat. BOOM.
See what I am getting at? Humans always have tended to behave in a certain pattern - which makes them so darned predictable. You give a dog a loaf of bread, it will hang its tongue out and wait for you to give another one. You give a man something to die for, he will either kill you or he will kill himself in the process of killing you. It is as straight and simple as that. No deviations. There might be certain samples of anomalies, but the humans generally take care of that. They tend to dislike anomalies.
"You are so different.. Hmm.. You must be evil ! Die devil die !"
They are pretty easy going that way. No complications. Just plain old herd mentality. Run. Stampede. Or be killed. Just plain old barbarism. If I don't know, it probably is wrong. If I can't believe, it probably should not exist. Sure, there were also people who said this was all wrong. But they were taken care of. Anomalies. Remember?
So, all in all, as I said earlier, it was rather interesting to see that the ACT had not caused any sort of a concern. People went on with their lives as if nothing had happened. They got up in the morning, some had coffee, some had tea, some had water just so that they could pay a visit to the lavatory, some picked a quarrel with their wife, some picked quarrels with all their wives, some just hated getting up and hanged themselves, some had sex, and some had sex and went back to bed, some switched on the TV and muttered to themselves, "What is going on this world? I think it is time for apocalypse"
Yes. Nothing much had changed. At the same time, a lot had changed too. It was something like a dozen puppies popping out of the bitch, and the bitch wanting to eat every one of them. The world had gone nuts while actually believing it was always this way.
And some people got up in the morning, took their dogs for a walk, collected their turd, came back home to find their wife in bed with someone, and asked themselves, "What would the daughter of god do in this case?". A while later they started cursing and crying.
Ah. Now I get your attention. Yes. I said Daughter Of God. Don't abbreviate it to say DOG. It does not mean a god damned thing.
(Now that is how you abuse a word. I have used 'surprising' so many times, it is already causing unbearable nausea - to you and ME too!)
But well, everything's got to end. Everything has got to change. Someday. And it definitely did.
After the incident of the Appallingly Confusing Tuesday, henceforth to be called ACT, the world was never the same. I still remember the lack of shock - which in itself was shocking to me - and the absence of chaos after the tremendous amount of change the ACT had caused. Humans were never this, erm..well, unpredictable. You could definitely say when they would kill and when they would not. Yes, the details sometimes differed, but all in all, there was a definite pattern they liked to follow. For example, a human being would go like -
"Hey ! I think what I am saying is right ! Well. I just don' think what I say is right, I believe it to be right. It is not just a belief, it is a strong faith! Unshakable. Not even the strongest earthquake can bring it down. Umm.. what? You are asking me how am I so sure? Well.. our prophet said so ! Don't you dare say he might have been wrong ! That's sacrilege ! You must die !"
BOOM. Rattttatttatttaattaat. BOOM.
See what I am getting at? Humans always have tended to behave in a certain pattern - which makes them so darned predictable. You give a dog a loaf of bread, it will hang its tongue out and wait for you to give another one. You give a man something to die for, he will either kill you or he will kill himself in the process of killing you. It is as straight and simple as that. No deviations. There might be certain samples of anomalies, but the humans generally take care of that. They tend to dislike anomalies.
"You are so different.. Hmm.. You must be evil ! Die devil die !"
They are pretty easy going that way. No complications. Just plain old herd mentality. Run. Stampede. Or be killed. Just plain old barbarism. If I don't know, it probably is wrong. If I can't believe, it probably should not exist. Sure, there were also people who said this was all wrong. But they were taken care of. Anomalies. Remember?
So, all in all, as I said earlier, it was rather interesting to see that the ACT had not caused any sort of a concern. People went on with their lives as if nothing had happened. They got up in the morning, some had coffee, some had tea, some had water just so that they could pay a visit to the lavatory, some picked a quarrel with their wife, some picked quarrels with all their wives, some just hated getting up and hanged themselves, some had sex, and some had sex and went back to bed, some switched on the TV and muttered to themselves, "What is going on this world? I think it is time for apocalypse"
Yes. Nothing much had changed. At the same time, a lot had changed too. It was something like a dozen puppies popping out of the bitch, and the bitch wanting to eat every one of them. The world had gone nuts while actually believing it was always this way.
And some people got up in the morning, took their dogs for a walk, collected their turd, came back home to find their wife in bed with someone, and asked themselves, "What would the daughter of god do in this case?". A while later they started cursing and crying.
Ah. Now I get your attention. Yes. I said Daughter Of God. Don't abbreviate it to say DOG. It does not mean a god damned thing.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Thus Whined Vinayaka Rama - 7
"I think I have completely forgotten what I wanted to forget. And now it is annoying me because I do not even know if I have succeeded in forgetting what I should have forgotten. What if I still remember it and do not know that this is what I should not have remembered at all?"
The Taming of the PC
In his agonizingly long short life, Vinayaka Rama managed to do a lot of things. Spending a week in police custody was one of them. This particular piece of history does not deal with the cause but rather with the sufferings of Vinayaka Rama and the people who made the mistake of striking a conversation with him – when he was in their custody.
And one day, Vinayaka Rama managed to escape from the police custody…. Only to end up returning for the night. The constable was shocked. The shocked constable made the mistake of asking ……
PC - Why did you get out?!
VR - Because I could not stay here any more!
PC – And, why could you not stay here!
VR - I wanted to see how it looked outside.
PC - But you said you got out because you could not stay here.
VR - Yes.
PC - And now you are saying you did not stay here because you wanted to get out.
VR - No.
PC - YES.
VR - No.
PC - What did you say then?
VR - I said I didn’t stay because I wanted to look what was out there.
PC - And you did not stay there because?!
VR - Because I saw what was out there.
PC - And you did not like it?
VR - No.
PC - What do you mean by ‘No’?
VR - The answer to your question.
PC - But what is it?
VR - It means No.
PC - I know what No means. I don’t know what does No mean for my question.
VR - What is your question?
PC – Didn’t you like it?
VR - What?
PC - What you saw out there !
VR - Don’t you know what is out there?
PC - I know.
VR - Ok.
PC - Tell me.
VR - You already know.
PC - What?
VR - Yes.
PC - No. I don’t !
VR - You said you knew.
PC – What exactly did I say?
VR - When?
PC - What?
VR - What?
PC - What did I say?
VR - When did you say what?
PC - How am I supposed to know that?
VR - And how am I supposed to know what you are supposed to know but you don’t know?
There was a punch. A few stars. A single red bump on the chin. There was the bruised face of Vinayaka Rama and a bruised soul of the police constable.
And one day, Vinayaka Rama managed to escape from the police custody…. Only to end up returning for the night. The constable was shocked. The shocked constable made the mistake of asking ……
PC - Why did you get out?!
VR - Because I could not stay here any more!
PC – And, why could you not stay here!
VR - I wanted to see how it looked outside.
PC - But you said you got out because you could not stay here.
VR - Yes.
PC - And now you are saying you did not stay here because you wanted to get out.
VR - No.
PC - YES.
VR - No.
PC - What did you say then?
VR - I said I didn’t stay because I wanted to look what was out there.
PC - And you did not stay there because?!
VR - Because I saw what was out there.
PC - And you did not like it?
VR - No.
PC - What do you mean by ‘No’?
VR - The answer to your question.
PC - But what is it?
VR - It means No.
PC - I know what No means. I don’t know what does No mean for my question.
VR - What is your question?
PC – Didn’t you like it?
VR - What?
PC - What you saw out there !
VR - Don’t you know what is out there?
PC - I know.
VR - Ok.
PC - Tell me.
VR - You already know.
PC - What?
VR - Yes.
PC - No. I don’t !
VR - You said you knew.
PC – What exactly did I say?
VR - When?
PC - What?
VR - What?
PC - What did I say?
VR - When did you say what?
PC - How am I supposed to know that?
VR - And how am I supposed to know what you are supposed to know but you don’t know?
There was a punch. A few stars. A single red bump on the chin. There was the bruised face of Vinayaka Rama and a bruised soul of the police constable.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
I am the.....
I am the bored.
I have lived the life of a coward. A coward who knew he was a coward, but who refused to accept it. I am not sure if people generally behave this way - not accepting what they know to be the truth, but i assume, it comes naturally to a lot of people. And I am one of them. A coward. I am also a coward who refused to try new things. Refusal does not come naturally to me, probably I refused to be natural, which is in a way a damning statement about my rate of refusals. Refusing to try and refusing to be natural when refusal is not natural.
I am not just the bored. I am the defeated. And the confused.
I am not confused because I am ignorant about the world. I am confused because I am not ignorant of a few things in the world which I should have been ignorant of. Now I cannot ignore. I cannot pretend that I don't care too. Because pretending is ignoring. Ignoring my self. Note that my self is not equal to myself. There is a lot of difference on a fundamental level. While the space between me and self is very philosophical the spacelessness between me and self smacks of selfishness. I am not selfish. As i said, just a tad confused. Do not confuse it with me being ignorant about the world. Did i say that already? Yes. Do not get too confused about my confusion. It is my nature to be confused. I am a natural. But didn't I just say i refuse to be a natural? I think it should not be taken out of the context. I digress.
I am the bored, the defeated, and the confused. And also the digressed.
It is not for me to point out my digressions. I am not talking about life, of which there are many, but I am talking about the statements that I make on my life, of which there are many too. I think your point about both being the same is valid. I don't deny that. I cannot. I don't have the intellect to deny it nor the heart. I am the bored, remember? And the defeated too, comprende? So I am the digressed. I jump from the wooden plank to the roaring sea like the pirate who never quite figured out the difference. He knew it was death jumping in, but it was death standing on the wooden plank too, especially when there was a handful of people having their hands filled with knives and swords. And i prove my point about being the digressed. Hope I make enough sense.
I am not just the bored, the defeated, the confused, and the digressed. I am the less hoped too. Whatever that means.
I have lived the life of a coward. A coward who knew he was a coward, but who refused to accept it. I am not sure if people generally behave this way - not accepting what they know to be the truth, but i assume, it comes naturally to a lot of people. And I am one of them. A coward. I am also a coward who refused to try new things. Refusal does not come naturally to me, probably I refused to be natural, which is in a way a damning statement about my rate of refusals. Refusing to try and refusing to be natural when refusal is not natural.
I am not just the bored. I am the defeated. And the confused.
I am not confused because I am ignorant about the world. I am confused because I am not ignorant of a few things in the world which I should have been ignorant of. Now I cannot ignore. I cannot pretend that I don't care too. Because pretending is ignoring. Ignoring my self. Note that my self is not equal to myself. There is a lot of difference on a fundamental level. While the space between me and self is very philosophical the spacelessness between me and self smacks of selfishness. I am not selfish. As i said, just a tad confused. Do not confuse it with me being ignorant about the world. Did i say that already? Yes. Do not get too confused about my confusion. It is my nature to be confused. I am a natural. But didn't I just say i refuse to be a natural? I think it should not be taken out of the context. I digress.
I am the bored, the defeated, and the confused. And also the digressed.
It is not for me to point out my digressions. I am not talking about life, of which there are many, but I am talking about the statements that I make on my life, of which there are many too. I think your point about both being the same is valid. I don't deny that. I cannot. I don't have the intellect to deny it nor the heart. I am the bored, remember? And the defeated too, comprende? So I am the digressed. I jump from the wooden plank to the roaring sea like the pirate who never quite figured out the difference. He knew it was death jumping in, but it was death standing on the wooden plank too, especially when there was a handful of people having their hands filled with knives and swords. And i prove my point about being the digressed. Hope I make enough sense.
I am not just the bored, the defeated, the confused, and the digressed. I am the less hoped too. Whatever that means.
Thus Whined Vinayaka Rama - 6
"I, even though it is not very unusual, have always had difficulty in differentiating my illusions from my reality. They both seem so real to me.The other day, the love of my life said that sometimes I am such a sweetheart. I asked her if she was on drugs or if I was."
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