Remnants of Inner Thoughts
Stepping out the door, everyday, without a plan is my usual modus operandi. With no purpose, I keep walking and all of a sudden step on a mud duck, and yell, “WHY IS IT ME ALL THE TIME?”
This method, in fact, has lead to spontaneous ingenuity, synchronistic encounters, adventures, handful of references, a restraining order, prison term and eventually a death sentence.
But, life doesn’t seem to end there. It has much to offer.
Life is often a lonesome road – a voyage through pain, joy, ecstasy, hope, fear, monotony, infatuation, love, intimacy, lust and chemistries – upon which we sometimes catch a flash of torchlight and wonder, “WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MY HAIR?”
This subtle quality – the manifestation of stupidity, indolence and oddity – is however the most essential factor of any individual (Pen and paper. Note it).
As a cultural facilitator, my task is to turn a wild party into a boring social gathering.
Unlike “A lot like love”
Ok, don’t get swayed away by the subhead, it was just my vile attempt to break the monotony of reading long running commentaries.
So, like any sane people, I regularly sit around in boxer on an arm chair and ponder the details of life itself and question what if I was a Mafia Don, what if beer was water, what if nobody had hair, what if everybody looked stupid, what if going to school was like going to movie theatre, what if we float, what if bedroom was bathroom and vice versa, what if felony meant charitable act.
Sometimes thought annoying items might arise out of it, but there is a grain of truth hidden deep inside the Center Shock.
Why do sports teams or for that matter dickhead celebrities call their supporters as fans? What do fans do? They blow (cold air to keep you cool). They say "To err is human” but I suspect they are saying just to make you do the same mistake over and over again.
I think Hercules, son of Zeus, wasn’t real. Even if he was real, he must have been a fat ape. Or What?
I often suspect that early man moved out of caves because of bats. Bats are very scary. Another stereotype associated with bats is horror movies.
I think being a Superman is fun, but, I also feel that all those flying thing and saving the world from bad guys would gradually appear monotonous in the later stage.
I would like to use the word “Blindfuck” more often in everyday conversation.
I strongly think that wooden cars would be Nice. Witty. Pleasant. Fascinating. They would be able to float in water and even if they got old, can be used as firewood.
I always wish ancient barter system still existed. I have a lot of worthless crap that I would definitely like to get rid of.
I love red colour, but not as much as I would like winning the jackpot.
I wonder why John Galliano is such an impractical fashion designer.
Someone should buy me a Jet. If you are that someone, please contact me.
I often wonder if Fish hates Crocodile. I suspect that they both hate each other.
I always wish to write my autobiography, with full of lies. Possibly.
I get carried away by phrases such as ““Oh, no. My brains!”, “Drinking has ruined my life. I am still 16-year-old!”, “Do you have anything by Dan Brown or John Langdon or Robert Ludlum?”, “Something is not at all right, but I am all right”, “looking the look and walking the walk” and the like.
If I am given a chance, I would like to dance on classic tunes such as “Bootylicious,” “Walk like an Egyptian”, “Macarana”, “Wannabe,” or try out something on hymnal tunes “To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise”, “Hark, my soul! how everything”, “Awake, my soul, and with the sun” and more.
If I ever meet Lucifer, I would ask about that fork-like weapon he carries around all the time. Is he supposed to be an evil farmer or something, with some sort of improvised hoe?
I've always doubted “Kaun Banega Crorepati?” must be the funniest question in Hindi.
Neverland must be a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
I wonder how Pluto felt when it lost planet status.
I used to ponder whether “I love little Pussy” nursery rhyme is still taught in kindergartens. With good intention.
What is Poison? Is it supposed to be Poi's seventh son from Area 51.
What exactly is Slumber? Is it Plumber’s nice and Timber’s second cousin? Or was it supposed to be the 13th month in Gregorian calendar, but, was dismissed owing to its lethargy?
Lastly, if somebody could combine Cricket and Football. Wouldn’t that be the greatest game ever invented?
This method, in fact, has lead to spontaneous ingenuity, synchronistic encounters, adventures, handful of references, a restraining order, prison term and eventually a death sentence.
But, life doesn’t seem to end there. It has much to offer.
Life is often a lonesome road – a voyage through pain, joy, ecstasy, hope, fear, monotony, infatuation, love, intimacy, lust and chemistries – upon which we sometimes catch a flash of torchlight and wonder, “WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MY HAIR?”
This subtle quality – the manifestation of stupidity, indolence and oddity – is however the most essential factor of any individual (Pen and paper. Note it).
As a cultural facilitator, my task is to turn a wild party into a boring social gathering.
Unlike “A lot like love”
Ok, don’t get swayed away by the subhead, it was just my vile attempt to break the monotony of reading long running commentaries.
So, like any sane people, I regularly sit around in boxer on an arm chair and ponder the details of life itself and question what if I was a Mafia Don, what if beer was water, what if nobody had hair, what if everybody looked stupid, what if going to school was like going to movie theatre, what if we float, what if bedroom was bathroom and vice versa, what if felony meant charitable act.
Sometimes thought annoying items might arise out of it, but there is a grain of truth hidden deep inside the Center Shock.
Why do sports teams or for that matter dickhead celebrities call their supporters as fans? What do fans do? They blow (cold air to keep you cool). They say "To err is human” but I suspect they are saying just to make you do the same mistake over and over again.
I think Hercules, son of Zeus, wasn’t real. Even if he was real, he must have been a fat ape. Or What?
I often suspect that early man moved out of caves because of bats. Bats are very scary. Another stereotype associated with bats is horror movies.
I think being a Superman is fun, but, I also feel that all those flying thing and saving the world from bad guys would gradually appear monotonous in the later stage.
I would like to use the word “Blindfuck” more often in everyday conversation.
I strongly think that wooden cars would be Nice. Witty. Pleasant. Fascinating. They would be able to float in water and even if they got old, can be used as firewood.
I always wish ancient barter system still existed. I have a lot of worthless crap that I would definitely like to get rid of.
I love red colour, but not as much as I would like winning the jackpot.
I wonder why John Galliano is such an impractical fashion designer.
Someone should buy me a Jet. If you are that someone, please contact me.
I often wonder if Fish hates Crocodile. I suspect that they both hate each other.
I always wish to write my autobiography, with full of lies. Possibly.
I get carried away by phrases such as ““Oh, no. My brains!”, “Drinking has ruined my life. I am still 16-year-old!”, “Do you have anything by Dan Brown or John Langdon or Robert Ludlum?”, “Something is not at all right, but I am all right”, “looking the look and walking the walk” and the like.
If I am given a chance, I would like to dance on classic tunes such as “Bootylicious,” “Walk like an Egyptian”, “Macarana”, “Wannabe,” or try out something on hymnal tunes “To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise”, “Hark, my soul! how everything”, “Awake, my soul, and with the sun” and more.
If I ever meet Lucifer, I would ask about that fork-like weapon he carries around all the time. Is he supposed to be an evil farmer or something, with some sort of improvised hoe?
I've always doubted “Kaun Banega Crorepati?” must be the funniest question in Hindi.
Neverland must be a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.
I wonder how Pluto felt when it lost planet status.
I used to ponder whether “I love little Pussy” nursery rhyme is still taught in kindergartens. With good intention.
What is Poison? Is it supposed to be Poi's seventh son from Area 51.
What exactly is Slumber? Is it Plumber’s nice and Timber’s second cousin? Or was it supposed to be the 13th month in Gregorian calendar, but, was dismissed owing to its lethargy?
Lastly, if somebody could combine Cricket and Football. Wouldn’t that be the greatest game ever invented?
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