Why, darling? Why?

It's raining outside at the time I write this. And a few fond memories from not very long ago, are coming back to my mind. But just as they do, I warn myself of the frivolity of these memories. I know for a fact that they meant little now, as much as they did then, back in time. Blah, blah, blah.... Sentimentality, I tell you, completely sucks!

You can get your dream job, follow your passions, watch Narendra Modi travel the world, see Volkswagen drown in its own diesel fumes, and also feel bad about a girl you like sounding iffy upon being asked to buy you coffee. But only two words come to mind when you realize that there's no water in the bathroom, specially just after having taken a dump. The words are "Oh" and "Shit". Needless to say that "!!!!" follows too. But again, let's not focus on excretion.

I was sitting on my commode, and wondering about emoticons. Yeah, I do stuff like that. Can you imagine, it all started with this?.....

It did have the "sad" smiley face for a companion. But then again, the number of options we have now, to express how we feel, is honestly unimaginable.  More importantly, I am still trying to figure out what the hell the one below means.

Anyway, moving on. It's worth wondering what over 7.2 billion people on the planet think while taking a dump. Okay, maybe it's not that much worth thinking what human minds can conjure up while smelling their own turd, or that of those who came and did their business before. That said, however, relieving your bowels is surely a constructive period, at least as far as creativity goes. You can think and do as you please, without a giving a shit, while actually dishing out all your shit. Wow! That was some line!

I'm wondering whether I'd be writing these words, had it not been a nagging female running after my life with a dagger! Goodness, I want to get rid of her! Oh yes, by the way, talking about women, I realized that if you ever so much so as  give them a little leeway, they WILL make you feel like you owe them something. I know, it kind of sucks. I say this despite not having a complete understanding of female psychology. And honestly, anyone, let alone ladies themselves, claiming to have understood how the female mind works, is lying, is a female, or both. Actually, anyone claiming to have understood anything completely is a liar. And if the liar gets away with the lie long enough, the liar is definitely a female!

That brings me to understanding of things. Actually, that does not bring me to anything. Yeah, but there's something that's been bothering me for a while. I went to a mall the other day. The entry to the mall is such that the first area you enter is the food place; a jam packed place where giant firms with fancy logos shovel their crap into your bellies. Agreed, that's a pessimistic take on things. But the "choices" we all pride ourselves on for having, are mostly part of a big.................. fat............. farce. 

I saw the huge crowd in that food-court area, with all these people doing their thing, and something struck me. We are all living mass-produced realities. That statement is still far from clear in my own head. But it strangely rings a bell somewhere inside. Or maybe it's just me. 

Another thing being that there is a good chance that we are living in the past. Not like "There is some force in the future that is playing out our present the way we see it.". Okay, that too may be a possibility. But just the way we live, technologically, there is something very backward about our present. Yes, we have smartphones that would work in space just as well as they do on earth. Now some smart-ass will comment on how there is no network, or plug-points in outer space, or some crap like that. Not that sort of stuff. I am talking about uploading-your-mind-into-the-cloud kind of stuff. Imagine, all these minds, not being separate from one another, sharing each other's streams of thought, and then being able to project it on the planet into some human, or maybe even into a holographic form. So even the flesh is out of picture. No, I'm not talking about artificial intelligence, mind you. Only problem in the picture is that the whole concept of sex goes straight out of our windows. You see, the Cloud spells the end for Windows. Goo(dness)gle knows the use of Apples then. Maybe they'll only remain in the tales of the Eden Garden. Bad trip. Sorry.