The mind wanders in a cauldron of thoughts at times. Not particularly willing to commit to anything. All of a sudden, a loud train of thought comes hurtling through space. You know for a fact that it will not hit you. What you don't know is that you have been dragging a bungee chord tied around your waist, with a hook on its dangling ends. The train passes you by, and nothing happens for a while, or at least a few moments. And then, you feel a spine-ripping tug. Only that miraculously, your spine happens to be stronger than you think. Looks like all the heavy lifting finally came of some use. Best part being that there aren't any pillars, structures, or people around that you need to be bothered about being hurled at, at break-bone(break-everything speeds) speeds. Once the sudden acceleration of the tug subsides gradually, letting your mind gather itself from the 10G jolt, everything settles down into its own place, as though there was no train. Just that now, you're being dragged through free space by a thought that didn't occur to you up until it did.
The strange part about having a thought is that the moment you have one, you begin wondering how it would be to get back to not having any thoughts running in your head. And when your mind is the devil's workshop, a.k.a empty, you scrape the bottoms of your think-tank for some thought, ANY THOUGHT, with some never before seen despondence.
And while you're tussling between your thoughts and lack of them, your sister comes barging into the room, asking for some sort of help, goodness knows what. All of that outer space warps back into the confines of your room. You mindlessly help her with what the little tyrant wants. She leaves the room(sigh!) saying TYSM..... That's "Thank You So Much". Where do they learn this shit?
What? What? What? What?
Badada Badada BadadaDAA!
I'm gonna pop some tags, only got 20 dollars in my pocket,
I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, lookin' for a come-up,
This is fucking awesome!
If you ever want to focus on one thing, and ONE thing only, go for a drive on any Mumbai road. Your troublesome sweetheart won't pop up in your dreams after that. At least till the time you're driving. Actually, absolutely nothing shall percolate into your skull through the sieve called "sensory overload". But that realization of having taken on that monster of a Mumbai-traffic leaves you feeling like your balls are made of Adamantium. It's a good feeling as long as your balls are already made of Adamantium. Moving on. Best part is when your dad is sitting right next to you, wondering how in hell you figured out driving, without virtually any training at all. I'm a natural, you see? And while I was driving, I was also shitting bricks. That, my dad didn't know. What I also didn't know was how I pulled it off, all the city driving. Some demon driving the car back today noon.
There's something that struck my attention the other day. One often hears that the moment things start to go right for someone, they become all haughty, and up their own arse about themselves. "Oh! Now, nothing can go wrong!"
But it may be the other way around. That the moment things start going your way, you feel a sense of humility, a sense of responsibility to the task/tasks that have started to go smoothly. I think it's like this. Success and humility go hand in hand. You need one to get the other. You won't have true humility until you've tasted success. And you cannot taste success without having humility.
Just like money. To make money, you need money. And that's precisely the point where I went overboard.
After cars and humility, comes something very important. WOMEN! They are as subservient as the air we breathe. And also as suffocating as the polythene bags, that we are told as kids never to cover our head with. But as kids, no one tells us that the elders are stupid people, at least in more measures than they'd ever care to admit. So yeah, women are amazingly crucial. But not today. Not that they aren't important right this moment. Just that I want to keep my mind free from visualizing anything sexy, voluptuous, beautiful, and maddening all at the same time. Besides, right now, I don't want to think about all the people rocking their beds for all the right reasons, like the orgasm-counting protagonist in the movie Amélie. And so, i shall talk about the next most important thing. That's "apps".
Apps for food, apps for groceries, apps for matrimonials, apps for taxis, apps for healthcare, then came "Tinder", followed by Aziz Ansari's(Stand-up Comedian) book revolving around Tinder, perhaps.
Everything's "apps". Soon, there'll be an app to jerk you off! Why stop there? There will be apps that turn the mobile phone into your own personal sex machine (like it isn't already). Okay, maybe that's not a bad thing. But yeah, our future kids will be cyborg-babies! You never know. Specially at the rate at which we are going. More of everything! Like we're never going to have enough. EVVER! And in the process, as I repeatedly say, we'll be reduced to the two dimensional world of our device's devices. Damn, I should try writing dystopia!
The strange part about having a thought is that the moment you have one, you begin wondering how it would be to get back to not having any thoughts running in your head. And when your mind is the devil's workshop, a.k.a empty, you scrape the bottoms of your think-tank for some thought, ANY THOUGHT, with some never before seen despondence.
And while you're tussling between your thoughts and lack of them, your sister comes barging into the room, asking for some sort of help, goodness knows what. All of that outer space warps back into the confines of your room. You mindlessly help her with what the little tyrant wants. She leaves the room(sigh!) saying TYSM..... That's "Thank You So Much". Where do they learn this shit?
What? What? What? What?
Badada Badada BadadaDAA!
I'm gonna pop some tags, only got 20 dollars in my pocket,
I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, lookin' for a come-up,
This is fucking awesome!
If you ever want to focus on one thing, and ONE thing only, go for a drive on any Mumbai road. Your troublesome sweetheart won't pop up in your dreams after that. At least till the time you're driving. Actually, absolutely nothing shall percolate into your skull through the sieve called "sensory overload". But that realization of having taken on that monster of a Mumbai-traffic leaves you feeling like your balls are made of Adamantium. It's a good feeling as long as your balls are already made of Adamantium. Moving on. Best part is when your dad is sitting right next to you, wondering how in hell you figured out driving, without virtually any training at all. I'm a natural, you see? And while I was driving, I was also shitting bricks. That, my dad didn't know. What I also didn't know was how I pulled it off, all the city driving. Some demon driving the car back today noon.
There's something that struck my attention the other day. One often hears that the moment things start to go right for someone, they become all haughty, and up their own arse about themselves. "Oh! Now, nothing can go wrong!"
But it may be the other way around. That the moment things start going your way, you feel a sense of humility, a sense of responsibility to the task/tasks that have started to go smoothly. I think it's like this. Success and humility go hand in hand. You need one to get the other. You won't have true humility until you've tasted success. And you cannot taste success without having humility.
Just like money. To make money, you need money. And that's precisely the point where I went overboard.
After cars and humility, comes something very important. WOMEN! They are as subservient as the air we breathe. And also as suffocating as the polythene bags, that we are told as kids never to cover our head with. But as kids, no one tells us that the elders are stupid people, at least in more measures than they'd ever care to admit. So yeah, women are amazingly crucial. But not today. Not that they aren't important right this moment. Just that I want to keep my mind free from visualizing anything sexy, voluptuous, beautiful, and maddening all at the same time. Besides, right now, I don't want to think about all the people rocking their beds for all the right reasons, like the orgasm-counting protagonist in the movie Amélie. And so, i shall talk about the next most important thing. That's "apps".
Apps for food, apps for groceries, apps for matrimonials, apps for taxis, apps for healthcare, then came "Tinder", followed by Aziz Ansari's(Stand-up Comedian) book revolving around Tinder, perhaps.
Everything's "apps". Soon, there'll be an app to jerk you off! Why stop there? There will be apps that turn the mobile phone into your own personal sex machine (like it isn't already). Okay, maybe that's not a bad thing. But yeah, our future kids will be cyborg-babies! You never know. Specially at the rate at which we are going. More of everything! Like we're never going to have enough. EVVER! And in the process, as I repeatedly say, we'll be reduced to the two dimensional world of our device's devices. Damn, I should try writing dystopia!
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