When I think about revenge, I think about The Sound of Music. After everything the Nazis put that plucky von Trapp family through, they all end up on the top of that mountain, singing, with Julie Andrews spinning around them like a deranged wind-up toy. They seem utterly at peace. What a perfect final image, as they climb up from the valley of their former lives, perching for a moment on the high border between the past and future before they descend into their new home.
WARNING: I haven't actually seen The Sound of Music in years, and I hardly paid attention to it anyway because I thought it was a girls' movie and I was mad because we had to watch it instead of the show about hyenas.
But think about how bitter the von Trapps must have felt about leaving their home behind, in the hands of the Nazis, even if it was to go to a new, safer place. Their relief at being liberated from their oppressors probably kept them from thinking too much about revenge for at least a few months. Eventually, their human desire for Justice must have reared its head. Captain von Trapp would heave the ax fiercely into the firewood and asked himself how anyone could get away with all that Evil, and why God was showing no sign striking back and reasserting the superior power of Good.
Sure, the Nuremberg trials provided the von Trapps and the rest of us w ith the sense that there was at least a measure of Justice in the world. But as they grew numb and familiar to their new homes, the von Trapps lay in their beds and considered that the overwhelming majority of shitty human behavior goes completely unpunished. Everybody noticed that Julie Andrews didn't lead the family in musical rounds the way she used to. Her and the Captain began to feel secretly, shamefully repulsed by each other, and tried frantically to hide their flagging desires. And that little kid stopped doing that really cute thing he kept doing in the movie. That thing about milking cows or buffing his lederhosen or something.
The valley where they now lived, that had seemed so fresh and alive with promise when they saw it from the mountaintop, was growing cramped, as if squeezing and contracting to expel them. Or possibly, their need for revenge was growing so large that nothing could contain it. That girl who was in love with the Nazi boy began a series of sexual relationships with obnoxious, grabby boys who could never help her reconstruct her shattered belief in the existence of love. When at last she befriended a young man who treated her with respect, Julie Andrews finally broke her heart by seducing him on the family's clavichord. Discovering Julie Andrews helping the gawky, virginal boy to undo her underthings, the Captain flew into a rage and fetched the ax. Everyone in the von Trapp's adopted town was treated to the shameful sight of the tearful and naked young man, running from the enraged Captain, with his still-erect penis bobbing frantically before him.
Another member of the traumatized von Trapp clan took out his pent-up anger by laying out poison for small farm animals. The Captain caught him hiding in the bushes beside a neighbor's field, watching the baby goats go wobbly-legged and collapse into tiny heaving mounds moments after eating the snacks he had left for them. The Captain beat him soundly, venting his helpless fury at the dawning realization that his family was disintegrating around him and he could do nothing to save them. He had led them here to safety, and yet they were each somehow still trapped in the merciless grip of a brutal regime.
WARNING: In the interests of avoiding legal action, this would be an appropriate time to point out that as plausible as this scenario may sound, I made it up.
Every day, millions of men, women, and children beg their gods for Justice, for some small redress of their grievances, and get the cold shoulder in return. To them, the line between Justice and revenge becomes as insignificant as the lines on a sidewalk. When you were a kid, you taunted yourself with the idea that stepping on that line would break your mother's back. You still half-believed in the cosmic consequences of even the most insignificant act. Now that you're older and acquainted with injustice, you walk unafraid over the lines and toward wherever you're headed.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
Fear & Loathing in Professional College
What is the freshman experience? If we follow that question seriously it will lead us past the zone of academic bullshit, where dedicated teachers pass their knowledge on to a new generation, and into the nitty-gritty of human needs and hang-ups.
First, let's see what's happening now. Let's look at the role students play in what we like to call education. College is where we let the dying society inject its venom into us. They exploit and enslave students, they petrify society and they make democracy unlikely. And it's not what we are taught that does the harm but instead how we are taught.
College freshmen are pushed around, their will is stolen, they are turned into timid square apathetic slaves --authority addicts. A student is expected to know his place. The faculty tells us what courses to take, what to read, what to write, and frequently, where to set the margins on his word processed document. They tell us what's true and what isn't. Some teachers insist that they encourage dissent but they're almost always just teasing and every student knows it.
In fact, for the freshman student, it doesn't make that much difference which program you're in. The real lesson is the method. The medium in college truly is the message. And the medium is, above all, coercive. You're forced to attend. The subjects are required. You have to do homework. You must observe college rules. And throughout, you're bullied into docility and submissiveness. They may pad the handcuffs--but the handcuffs stay on.
It's how you're taught that does the harm. You may only study geometry for a semester-- or Calculus for two years. But doing what you're told, whether or not it makes sense, is a lesson you get every blessed school day for twelve years or more. You know how malleable we humans are. And you know what good learners we are--how little time it takes us to learn to drive a car or a plane or to play passable guitar. So imagine what the effect must be upon our apt and impressionable minds of a twelve-year course in servility.
Twelve years pitted against your classmates in a daily Roman circus. The game is Doing What You're Told. The winners get gold stars, affection & envy. They get A's, honours, awards and college scholarships. The losers get humiliation and degradation. The fear of losing the game is a great fear: it's the fear of swats, of the principal's office, and above all the fear of failing. What if you fail and have to watch your friends move past you to glory? And, of course, the worst could happen: you could be expelled. Not very many kids get swats or fail or are expelled. But it doesn't take many for the message to be heard. These few heavy losers are like severed heads displayed at the city gates to keep the populace in line.
The unwritten law of the land when it comes to instructors is: Tell the man what he wants to hear or he'll fail your ass out of the course! When a teacher says "jump", students jump. Even more discouraging than this master-slave approach to education is the fact that the students take it. They haven't gone through twelve years of schooling for no reason. They've learned one thing and perhaps only one thing during those twelve years. They've forgotten their algebra. They've grown to fear and resent literature. They write like they've been lobotomized. But, Wow, can they follow orders!
Students don't ask that the orders they are given make sense. They've given up expecting things to make sense long before they leave elementary school. Things are true because the teacher says they're true. Your english teacher tells you a noun is a person, place or thing. So let it be. The important thing is to please her. Back in kindergarten, you found out teachers only love children who’d stand in nice straight lines. And that's where it's been at ever since.
What could possibly explain what we see in a freshman class? Is it a slave mentality? We are obliging on the surface but hostile and resistant underneath. Students vary in their awareness of what's going on. Some recognize their own put-on for what it is worth and even let their rebellion break through to the surface now and then. Others -- including most of the "good students" -- have been more deeply brainwashed. They swallow the crap with greedy mouths. They honest-to-God believe in grades, in busy work, in General Education requirements.
College entrance requirements tend to screen out the rebels. Not entirely, of course. Some students are expert con artists who know perfectly well what's happening. They want the diploma and spend their years in the penitentiary alternately laughing and cursing as they play the game. If their egos are strong enough, they cheat a lot. And, of course, even when they are angry down deep somewhere, it comes out in passive rather than active aggression. Frequent spells of laziness makes them misread simple questions. They spend their night mechanically outlining and highlighting chapters while meticulously failing to comprehend a single word of what's in front of them.
My question here would be; Why does the medium of education affect the freshmen so deeply while its purported content--the subject matter--so often slips their minds? I believe this is partly because the content varies from year to year while the form remains more or less the same. But also, the form--a structure of rules, punishments, rewards--affects us directly in a real way, while the subject matter may have no such immediate grasp on our lives. After all, don't we tend to learn best what matters most? Under a coercive system it isn't really the subject that matters. What matters is pleasing the authorities. These two are far from being one in the same.
Finally, there's the darkest reason of all for the master-slave approach to education. For one thing, damn little education takes place in colleges. How could it? You can't educate slaves, you can only train them. Or, to use an even uglier and more timely word, you can only program them.
Students don't get emancipated when they graduate. As a matter of fact, we don't let them graduate until they've demonstrated their willingness -- over 16 years -- to remain slaves. And for important jobs, like teaching, we make them go through more years just to make sure.
Educational oppression is trickier to fight than any other form of oppression. If you're a terrorist, they can't exile you. They either have to intimidate you or kill you. But in high school or college they can just bounce you out of the fold. And they do. Rebel students and renegade faculty members get smothered or shot down with devastating accuracy. Others get tired of fighting and voluntarily leave the system.
Students have immense unused power. They could, theoretically, insist on participating in their own education. They could make academic freedom bilateral. They could teach their teachers to thrive on love and admiration, rather than fear and respect, and to lay down their weapons. Students could discover community. And they could learn to dance by dancing on the scantron cards. They could raze one set of walls and let life come blowing into the classroom. They could raze another set of walls and let education flow out and flood the streets. They could turn the classroom into where it's at -- a field of action. And believe it or not, they could study eagerly and learn prodigiously for the best of all possible reasons -- their own reasons.
They could, Theoretically. They have the power. If history has taught us one thing, for students, as for any oppressed group of people, the hardest battle isn't with the enemy, It's with what enemy has done to your mind
First, let's see what's happening now. Let's look at the role students play in what we like to call education. College is where we let the dying society inject its venom into us. They exploit and enslave students, they petrify society and they make democracy unlikely. And it's not what we are taught that does the harm but instead how we are taught.
College freshmen are pushed around, their will is stolen, they are turned into timid square apathetic slaves --authority addicts. A student is expected to know his place. The faculty tells us what courses to take, what to read, what to write, and frequently, where to set the margins on his word processed document. They tell us what's true and what isn't. Some teachers insist that they encourage dissent but they're almost always just teasing and every student knows it.
In fact, for the freshman student, it doesn't make that much difference which program you're in. The real lesson is the method. The medium in college truly is the message. And the medium is, above all, coercive. You're forced to attend. The subjects are required. You have to do homework. You must observe college rules. And throughout, you're bullied into docility and submissiveness. They may pad the handcuffs--but the handcuffs stay on.
It's how you're taught that does the harm. You may only study geometry for a semester-- or Calculus for two years. But doing what you're told, whether or not it makes sense, is a lesson you get every blessed school day for twelve years or more. You know how malleable we humans are. And you know what good learners we are--how little time it takes us to learn to drive a car or a plane or to play passable guitar. So imagine what the effect must be upon our apt and impressionable minds of a twelve-year course in servility.
Twelve years pitted against your classmates in a daily Roman circus. The game is Doing What You're Told. The winners get gold stars, affection & envy. They get A's, honours, awards and college scholarships. The losers get humiliation and degradation. The fear of losing the game is a great fear: it's the fear of swats, of the principal's office, and above all the fear of failing. What if you fail and have to watch your friends move past you to glory? And, of course, the worst could happen: you could be expelled. Not very many kids get swats or fail or are expelled. But it doesn't take many for the message to be heard. These few heavy losers are like severed heads displayed at the city gates to keep the populace in line.
The unwritten law of the land when it comes to instructors is: Tell the man what he wants to hear or he'll fail your ass out of the course! When a teacher says "jump", students jump. Even more discouraging than this master-slave approach to education is the fact that the students take it. They haven't gone through twelve years of schooling for no reason. They've learned one thing and perhaps only one thing during those twelve years. They've forgotten their algebra. They've grown to fear and resent literature. They write like they've been lobotomized. But, Wow, can they follow orders!
Students don't ask that the orders they are given make sense. They've given up expecting things to make sense long before they leave elementary school. Things are true because the teacher says they're true. Your english teacher tells you a noun is a person, place or thing. So let it be. The important thing is to please her. Back in kindergarten, you found out teachers only love children who’d stand in nice straight lines. And that's where it's been at ever since.
What could possibly explain what we see in a freshman class? Is it a slave mentality? We are obliging on the surface but hostile and resistant underneath. Students vary in their awareness of what's going on. Some recognize their own put-on for what it is worth and even let their rebellion break through to the surface now and then. Others -- including most of the "good students" -- have been more deeply brainwashed. They swallow the crap with greedy mouths. They honest-to-God believe in grades, in busy work, in General Education requirements.
College entrance requirements tend to screen out the rebels. Not entirely, of course. Some students are expert con artists who know perfectly well what's happening. They want the diploma and spend their years in the penitentiary alternately laughing and cursing as they play the game. If their egos are strong enough, they cheat a lot. And, of course, even when they are angry down deep somewhere, it comes out in passive rather than active aggression. Frequent spells of laziness makes them misread simple questions. They spend their night mechanically outlining and highlighting chapters while meticulously failing to comprehend a single word of what's in front of them.
My question here would be; Why does the medium of education affect the freshmen so deeply while its purported content--the subject matter--so often slips their minds? I believe this is partly because the content varies from year to year while the form remains more or less the same. But also, the form--a structure of rules, punishments, rewards--affects us directly in a real way, while the subject matter may have no such immediate grasp on our lives. After all, don't we tend to learn best what matters most? Under a coercive system it isn't really the subject that matters. What matters is pleasing the authorities. These two are far from being one in the same.
Finally, there's the darkest reason of all for the master-slave approach to education. For one thing, damn little education takes place in colleges. How could it? You can't educate slaves, you can only train them. Or, to use an even uglier and more timely word, you can only program them.
Students don't get emancipated when they graduate. As a matter of fact, we don't let them graduate until they've demonstrated their willingness -- over 16 years -- to remain slaves. And for important jobs, like teaching, we make them go through more years just to make sure.
Educational oppression is trickier to fight than any other form of oppression. If you're a terrorist, they can't exile you. They either have to intimidate you or kill you. But in high school or college they can just bounce you out of the fold. And they do. Rebel students and renegade faculty members get smothered or shot down with devastating accuracy. Others get tired of fighting and voluntarily leave the system.
Students have immense unused power. They could, theoretically, insist on participating in their own education. They could make academic freedom bilateral. They could teach their teachers to thrive on love and admiration, rather than fear and respect, and to lay down their weapons. Students could discover community. And they could learn to dance by dancing on the scantron cards. They could raze one set of walls and let life come blowing into the classroom. They could raze another set of walls and let education flow out and flood the streets. They could turn the classroom into where it's at -- a field of action. And believe it or not, they could study eagerly and learn prodigiously for the best of all possible reasons -- their own reasons.
They could, Theoretically. They have the power. If history has taught us one thing, for students, as for any oppressed group of people, the hardest battle isn't with the enemy, It's with what enemy has done to your mind
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Schrodinger's Solipsistic Student
Concerts tend to bring out the best in musical performers. For some reason uncomprehendible to the most of us, there is sense of connection that you can feel at a really charged up concert. We barely get a glimpse of it and never truely last in that euphoric moment forever.
In a classroom, we're neither looking for a concert like experience, nor are we want a Seinfeld-esque personality.
When I walk into that class room, what I'm secretly hoping for is somebody who can engages the intellect of the class, making them feel good they're alive. Yet there have been several an occasion, you are made to feel like yet another formless boring data dump by someone who not only hasn’t figured out how to connect with the class, he hasn’t even realized he needs to.
Students have accepted the fact of the matter that most of their teachers simply launch into their own work as if
• they have read and thoroughly assimilated all previous work in the field;
• they can absorb, in real time, all of the material about to be verbally inflicted on them; and
• they can accurately extract all the important conclusions from this spiel with little or no help from the teacher.
It takes quite a bit of effort to stay awake at the best of times to figure out the context, if not surmise that deep down within somewhere hidden away is a logical flow of ideas.
The greatest trick Microsoft ever pulled was convincing the world that PowerPoint was not Evil. "Bullet Oriented" visual aids establish a military relationship between the student and the instructor. Powerpoint has this way of efficiently bulldozing subtlety replacing it with ambiguous phrases and lowering the student's IQ by 20 points.
Very soon one finds the presentation has taken on a rather gonzo element. Moderately promising data morphs itself into chartjunk poking it's finger into the eye of thought.
Well how did these visual aids that were supposed to get the main points across maintaining a logical flow of ideas come to the point of driving students up the wall. Powerpoint allows speakers to pretend that they are giving a real talk, and audiences to pretend that they are really listening.
When the time comes to open your text books to page N, and it's kind of like story time but when the contents of the book are read aloud to the entire class, and you get this eerie feeling you know less about the subject that when he started reading trust me it's bad.
This is when it comes to mind, hey if JFK had powerpoint would he have been a better speaker. Would "I have a dream" sounded any better if we saw it with some animation....
Is it too much to walk into a lecture hall and find someone who's
• Kind without being a pushover
• Knowledgeable without being condescending
• Clearly expressive without being boring
In a classroom, we're neither looking for a concert like experience, nor are we want a Seinfeld-esque personality.
When I walk into that class room, what I'm secretly hoping for is somebody who can engages the intellect of the class, making them feel good they're alive. Yet there have been several an occasion, you are made to feel like yet another formless boring data dump by someone who not only hasn’t figured out how to connect with the class, he hasn’t even realized he needs to.
Students have accepted the fact of the matter that most of their teachers simply launch into their own work as if
• they have read and thoroughly assimilated all previous work in the field;
• they can absorb, in real time, all of the material about to be verbally inflicted on them; and
• they can accurately extract all the important conclusions from this spiel with little or no help from the teacher.
It takes quite a bit of effort to stay awake at the best of times to figure out the context, if not surmise that deep down within somewhere hidden away is a logical flow of ideas.
The greatest trick Microsoft ever pulled was convincing the world that PowerPoint was not Evil. "Bullet Oriented" visual aids establish a military relationship between the student and the instructor. Powerpoint has this way of efficiently bulldozing subtlety replacing it with ambiguous phrases and lowering the student's IQ by 20 points.
Very soon one finds the presentation has taken on a rather gonzo element. Moderately promising data morphs itself into chartjunk poking it's finger into the eye of thought.
Well how did these visual aids that were supposed to get the main points across maintaining a logical flow of ideas come to the point of driving students up the wall. Powerpoint allows speakers to pretend that they are giving a real talk, and audiences to pretend that they are really listening.
When the time comes to open your text books to page N, and it's kind of like story time but when the contents of the book are read aloud to the entire class, and you get this eerie feeling you know less about the subject that when he started reading trust me it's bad.
This is when it comes to mind, hey if JFK had powerpoint would he have been a better speaker. Would "I have a dream" sounded any better if we saw it with some animation....
Is it too much to walk into a lecture hall and find someone who's
• Kind without being a pushover
• Knowledgeable without being condescending
• Clearly expressive without being boring
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Freaky-No-Mix: A Rogue Explores The Hidden Side of Almost Something
The following document is thanks to Freakonomics... If there's one thing I detest it's having to create the same kinda stuff over and over again.. I can relate to God .. i mean he did the original patented creation himself and left man with the pleasurable unoriginal procreation mass manufacturing part..
Well back to my original idea of righting the write stuff.. [sic] well this book got me thinking .. it rekindled my thought process and shed new light on already existing preconcieved notions about life in general... it was actually the very first time i read a piece of non-fiction and said to myself ... this guy better come out with his sequel pretty quick...
as for the piece of literature i intend to write... compared to the original book this is going to be a joke of an effort .. but hey it's just me flexing my grey cells ...
ahem.. ahem... testing grey matter ...well let's wind the clocks back to the year 1991... the year the narishimha rao congress I regime came ot power in india... manmohan singh opened the floodgates to international inverstors and the trade markets openned up... we in india saw a huge influx of trade and commerce... the harshad mehta stock market incident ... the Rajan Pillai East-West Airlines scandal; i mean the lil factoids you can gather from the era are gigantormous...But let's just stray away from all that and have a look at something totally irrelevent ...
The year is 1995 and both Aishwarya Rai and Sushmitha Sen won the respective beauty contests that they participated in ... .My pondering in this case is ...what did these women have that their predecessors didnt have.. was it that in the couple of years [91-95] they were able to acquire int'l beauty consultants and we adopted a new strategy in training these girls .... or were their vested interest in choosing these women to be winners in the contest...
Let's speak in numbers ... a country of nearly a billion people ... half of them, are women let's say... and half of em are in the 18-35 age bracket... and half of em are urbanites ... and half of em are in the economic bracket to take full advantage of this economic boom that we have spoken of...
In this case study, when there is a new born market of customers and in india's case such a large majority of people with purchasing power .. in the cummulative numbers have made up for what japan and the US do in pure GDP.. so we have this market place with people ready to buy and markets openning up every day.. so what do the marketters need to do mass promote their goods ...and what better way than to do so other than with the media ..
back to the beauty market ... 1995 ... india has posted it's flag in the international beauty market ... guys are oggling ... girls are getting self concsious ... u have awakenned a slumberring marketting .. and guess what those baby boomers did for us .. they left us with a massive number of urbanite hip youngsters who are soaking up this phenomenon right before your eyes...
within the next 5 years we will have seen lara dutta, priyanka chopra and a lot more of those chicks walking down those ramps and and fluttering feathers as they walk by....
"Femina Miss India" has a category for Miss Perfect Left Butt Cheek and Miss Most Moist G spot...
the market has soaked up this phenomenon and if there's one thing that Newton got right when that freaking apple smashed his skull in was "momentum" ... and with the beauty product growing every minute ... somebody did something right...
well.. the chain of thought has been broken thanks to a lunch break never the less that isnt a problem with our predicament ... well we have figured out that there were ulterior motives behind all those beauty queens being pumped out of india.. i mean think about it ... up until the 90s the world didnt give two shits about the kind of beaty that Indian women had.. and now all of a sudden...OHHH... AHH... they are exotic beauties .. my ass... the capitalist the wolrd over just saw
they could naw their way into ur pockets ...
now let's stray away from that chain of thought and look at the socio-political aspect of it .. let's just say that these girls of the 90s were concieved in the 70s... so that makes the parents those bell bottom flower power folks who were smoking pot and listening to some really cool music .... so what abt those ppl... did they send these girls to the right school ... give em some kinda sensibility that wasnt around earlier... did they take them to the right movies... the right fairs... the right family events ...
Let's have a look at their biology ... were they the product of the green revolutions bio-engineered milk and wheat..or were they picky eaters as kids ... did they opt out of certain kinds of foods .. what kind of foods didd they totally avoid.. what was their exercise routine like as kids ... were they bullied by the boys in school .. or were they used to being oggled at all thru school...
Now how about have a look at really miscellanous aspects: Were they the first borns, where they born in the same kinda of astrological/astronomical star alignments ... did they have pets ? Did they mastrubate regularly? how about sexual escapades... were the involved in lesbian trysts ???
Enough said, There's a lot more I'd like to look into... Cricket Players, the Hawala Scam, The amount of Gulfees, The Mallu brain drain phenomenon...
Well back to my original idea of righting the write stuff.. [sic] well this book got me thinking .. it rekindled my thought process and shed new light on already existing preconcieved notions about life in general... it was actually the very first time i read a piece of non-fiction and said to myself ... this guy better come out with his sequel pretty quick...
as for the piece of literature i intend to write... compared to the original book this is going to be a joke of an effort .. but hey it's just me flexing my grey cells ...
ahem.. ahem... testing grey matter ...well let's wind the clocks back to the year 1991... the year the narishimha rao congress I regime came ot power in india... manmohan singh opened the floodgates to international inverstors and the trade markets openned up... we in india saw a huge influx of trade and commerce... the harshad mehta stock market incident ... the Rajan Pillai East-West Airlines scandal; i mean the lil factoids you can gather from the era are gigantormous...But let's just stray away from all that and have a look at something totally irrelevent ...
The year is 1995 and both Aishwarya Rai and Sushmitha Sen won the respective beauty contests that they participated in ... .My pondering in this case is ...what did these women have that their predecessors didnt have.. was it that in the couple of years [91-95] they were able to acquire int'l beauty consultants and we adopted a new strategy in training these girls .... or were their vested interest in choosing these women to be winners in the contest...
Let's speak in numbers ... a country of nearly a billion people ... half of them, are women let's say... and half of em are in the 18-35 age bracket... and half of em are urbanites ... and half of em are in the economic bracket to take full advantage of this economic boom that we have spoken of...
In this case study, when there is a new born market of customers and in india's case such a large majority of people with purchasing power .. in the cummulative numbers have made up for what japan and the US do in pure GDP.. so we have this market place with people ready to buy and markets openning up every day.. so what do the marketters need to do mass promote their goods ...and what better way than to do so other than with the media ..
back to the beauty market ... 1995 ... india has posted it's flag in the international beauty market ... guys are oggling ... girls are getting self concsious ... u have awakenned a slumberring marketting .. and guess what those baby boomers did for us .. they left us with a massive number of urbanite hip youngsters who are soaking up this phenomenon right before your eyes...
within the next 5 years we will have seen lara dutta, priyanka chopra and a lot more of those chicks walking down those ramps and and fluttering feathers as they walk by....
"Femina Miss India" has a category for Miss Perfect Left Butt Cheek and Miss Most Moist G spot...
the market has soaked up this phenomenon and if there's one thing that Newton got right when that freaking apple smashed his skull in was "momentum" ... and with the beauty product growing every minute ... somebody did something right...
well.. the chain of thought has been broken thanks to a lunch break never the less that isnt a problem with our predicament ... well we have figured out that there were ulterior motives behind all those beauty queens being pumped out of india.. i mean think about it ... up until the 90s the world didnt give two shits about the kind of beaty that Indian women had.. and now all of a sudden...OHHH... AHH... they are exotic beauties .. my ass... the capitalist the wolrd over just saw
they could naw their way into ur pockets ...
now let's stray away from that chain of thought and look at the socio-political aspect of it .. let's just say that these girls of the 90s were concieved in the 70s... so that makes the parents those bell bottom flower power folks who were smoking pot and listening to some really cool music .... so what abt those ppl... did they send these girls to the right school ... give em some kinda sensibility that wasnt around earlier... did they take them to the right movies... the right fairs... the right family events ...
Let's have a look at their biology ... were they the product of the green revolutions bio-engineered milk and wheat..or were they picky eaters as kids ... did they opt out of certain kinds of foods .. what kind of foods didd they totally avoid.. what was their exercise routine like as kids ... were they bullied by the boys in school .. or were they used to being oggled at all thru school...
Now how about have a look at really miscellanous aspects: Were they the first borns, where they born in the same kinda of astrological/astronomical star alignments ... did they have pets ? Did they mastrubate regularly? how about sexual escapades... were the involved in lesbian trysts ???
Enough said, There's a lot more I'd like to look into... Cricket Players, the Hawala Scam, The amount of Gulfees, The Mallu brain drain phenomenon...
Monday, September 05, 2005
Partir, c'est mourir un peu
The first time I tried writing a love letter for myself [I'd mastered the art, and authored several a letter for a fair price in alcoholic beverages by the time...]; it never got sent to the girl... Instead I modified it and included parts of it in a Kalari article [Kairali's in-house mag]...
" I do not know for what deed of mine in my last life I have been rewarded with so many laurels, of which having the good fortune to be acquainted with you becomes the icing on the cake. At times I feel that you are not just human but rather an angel sent from above, perhaps an incarnation of some divine godly form, let's put it as the God of small things, blessed with these gifts which you bestow upon me as I arrive.
The small things that you do that makes me happy in not just small measures but very large heaps. The little parties you throw, the little songs you sing, the little dances you perform, the little advices you give, the little games we play, the little chats we have. The little things that make this life a little, no, a lot worth living.
If I compare each person I have met in this miniscule lifetime of mine to a star, I would call you a shooting star. Few and far between do you come by to emblazon me with your celestial presence. You were not there when just a few stars inhabited my skies, and will not be there when my skies are to be peopled by so many. But when you are around, you just light up my sky, you make all the stars just stop and look on at you.
When I'm with you I feel I'm dancing with the angels in the sky, I see snowfall in the summertime, feel the healing powers of the one above, see the world from the highest mountain, taste love from the purest fountain. With you I saw the sun make love to the sea. You lift me up when I'm feeling low, I see my tears disappear, and I feel my pain pass away. You do the things I've never done; I've sailed in a perfect dream but still haven't seen anything that amazes me quite like you do. "
Today after all these years I'm still being asked to write ... I couldn't help but look back ...
" I do not know for what deed of mine in my last life I have been rewarded with so many laurels, of which having the good fortune to be acquainted with you becomes the icing on the cake. At times I feel that you are not just human but rather an angel sent from above, perhaps an incarnation of some divine godly form, let's put it as the God of small things, blessed with these gifts which you bestow upon me as I arrive.
The small things that you do that makes me happy in not just small measures but very large heaps. The little parties you throw, the little songs you sing, the little dances you perform, the little advices you give, the little games we play, the little chats we have. The little things that make this life a little, no, a lot worth living.
If I compare each person I have met in this miniscule lifetime of mine to a star, I would call you a shooting star. Few and far between do you come by to emblazon me with your celestial presence. You were not there when just a few stars inhabited my skies, and will not be there when my skies are to be peopled by so many. But when you are around, you just light up my sky, you make all the stars just stop and look on at you.
When I'm with you I feel I'm dancing with the angels in the sky, I see snowfall in the summertime, feel the healing powers of the one above, see the world from the highest mountain, taste love from the purest fountain. With you I saw the sun make love to the sea. You lift me up when I'm feeling low, I see my tears disappear, and I feel my pain pass away. You do the things I've never done; I've sailed in a perfect dream but still haven't seen anything that amazes me quite like you do. "
Today after all these years I'm still being asked to write ... I couldn't help but look back ...
Friday, August 26, 2005
Les Indespensables De Arun Jacob
I have come to accept the true penetration of confusion, Confusion that dwells within.. Confusion that finds place within the deepest darkest corners of the human psyche.. One that resides amoung th e loftiest of you and me...
Confusion, the horror of this pain it brings, a pains that stings... a stinging we dwell on ... we accept because a narcisstic streak within us calls for this paiin to keep on inflicting it self upon us... the claves knaw into us sucking the life force of our very existance away from us... but there isnt a fear in our minds which ios a vacous entity now for fear and confusion have taken hostage of what used to be afeasible thinking faculty now home to this weird sensation that we have come to hate but havent had the courage to uproot from within...
So who feeds this demon that grows and gathers allies and gets stronger with each passing day ... the priests within have lost their pwoers to conduct the required ceremonies of exorcism which might have been the last hope of rekindling the past .. but we have come to terms that the past will never be back ..and this wild being that has taken control of the realms of the mind, we have to accomodate this being..for it holds divine powers .. the likes of which we have never seen before.. an entity that gains strength in a given instant... a whiff of the slightest fragrance, a bright color ..a melodious tune...this enemy is turning out way too strong for mere mortals to combat...rather it would be better to ally ourselves with this embodiment of all things undescribable
where is this fear coming from ... is it a generalized fear of all things alien and new ... am i afraid of this new entity that i havent been able to figure out yet... is it my ego that cant handle the fact that this might be it's waterloo... this might be an enemy i cant subdue ... who am i dealing with... and why is it that as much i want kill this nemesis .. i'dn't mind dying in his arms ...
how much pain and suffering must one amass, be inflicted upon before one finds the courage to stand up before this fiend or is he/she a friend..
Why do you do this to me 'Love'?
Confusion, the horror of this pain it brings, a pains that stings... a stinging we dwell on ... we accept because a narcisstic streak within us calls for this paiin to keep on inflicting it self upon us... the claves knaw into us sucking the life force of our very existance away from us... but there isnt a fear in our minds which ios a vacous entity now for fear and confusion have taken hostage of what used to be afeasible thinking faculty now home to this weird sensation that we have come to hate but havent had the courage to uproot from within...
So who feeds this demon that grows and gathers allies and gets stronger with each passing day ... the priests within have lost their pwoers to conduct the required ceremonies of exorcism which might have been the last hope of rekindling the past .. but we have come to terms that the past will never be back ..and this wild being that has taken control of the realms of the mind, we have to accomodate this being..for it holds divine powers .. the likes of which we have never seen before.. an entity that gains strength in a given instant... a whiff of the slightest fragrance, a bright color ..a melodious tune...this enemy is turning out way too strong for mere mortals to combat...rather it would be better to ally ourselves with this embodiment of all things undescribable
where is this fear coming from ... is it a generalized fear of all things alien and new ... am i afraid of this new entity that i havent been able to figure out yet... is it my ego that cant handle the fact that this might be it's waterloo... this might be an enemy i cant subdue ... who am i dealing with... and why is it that as much i want kill this nemesis .. i'dn't mind dying in his arms ...
how much pain and suffering must one amass, be inflicted upon before one finds the courage to stand up before this fiend or is he/she a friend..
Why do you do this to me 'Love'?
Thursday, August 25, 2005
KUNDI-MAN [PBUH; place bum upon him]
I take great pride in posting this piece here... My hearty congrats to the author for the first episode of the Kundiman Project :"Kundiman Begins"...This happens in a galaxy far far away...and has been happening for way to long ..
KUNDIMAN’S LIFESTORY
BAD BUT GOOD DAY
One day there was a boy named Jamie. He loved cycling. He used to go to school on his cycle everyday. One day he saw the three meanest bully’s of the school. Andy, Axel & Joe. They saw him & came towards him. He wanted to escape but he couldn’t go away because he was already late for school and there was no place to hide. By This time they had already reached him. “Watcha doing wimp” asked Ax. He didn’t answer. He tried to ignore them & started walking when Andy blocked him. “Wait there Jam I have a little present for you on Christmas”. Jamie replied “I know that your gift will be stupid you jerk”. Andy got angry. “I know how to take care of this problem”. He pushed Jamie right into puddle of mud & they went away laughing. Ax said “Take this as your X’mas gift wimp”. He was covered with mud. He was so angry. How could he go to school like this? He thought. He ran fast & reached the school gate. He went right in & reached his class right on time. He got into his class without looking at anyone. His teacher Mrs.Pimpleweed saw him & asked him “Where were you Jamie?” He replied “I got bullied on the way” She thought for a while. Then she said “That’s not my problem, it is your responsibility to look after yourself.” “That’s detention for you.” Some children started giggling. It was not his fault he got bullied he thought. After a horrible day of school he had to go to detention & the worst part was he had to stay at school with the teacher watching his every move. He never knew how detention was as it was his first time and he really did hate cuz Andy, Axel & Joe were there too. He tried to think of an excuse to get out of there. The only thing he could think of was the toilet. He asked her “Madam, may I go to the toilet” asking it in a very kind manner to make sure she would fall for the trick. “Well…………ok.” in a rather annoying way. “But I’m warning you if you don’t come back in 10 minutes you will get detention for the rest of the week.” Detention for the rest of the week! That would be the worst thing that could happen. He came out of the room quite disappointed. His plan had worked at the same time failed. Anyway now that there was no use trying to escape detention he thought there was no use but to go to the toilet cuz he felt like going to the toilet now. He liked almost all the superheroes and sat shiting on “thee seat” and thinking how life would be if he was a superhero. He was so much into it that he forgot the time fly by. He quickly got up (after cleaning his butt) and went to wash his hands. Just when he was going to leave he remembered to flush (which usually happens to me) and then something very strange happened right out the “thee seat”.
KUNDIMAN’S LIFESTORY
BAD BUT GOOD DAY
One day there was a boy named Jamie. He loved cycling. He used to go to school on his cycle everyday. One day he saw the three meanest bully’s of the school. Andy, Axel & Joe. They saw him & came towards him. He wanted to escape but he couldn’t go away because he was already late for school and there was no place to hide. By This time they had already reached him. “Watcha doing wimp” asked Ax. He didn’t answer. He tried to ignore them & started walking when Andy blocked him. “Wait there Jam I have a little present for you on Christmas”. Jamie replied “I know that your gift will be stupid you jerk”. Andy got angry. “I know how to take care of this problem”. He pushed Jamie right into puddle of mud & they went away laughing. Ax said “Take this as your X’mas gift wimp”. He was covered with mud. He was so angry. How could he go to school like this? He thought. He ran fast & reached the school gate. He went right in & reached his class right on time. He got into his class without looking at anyone. His teacher Mrs.Pimpleweed saw him & asked him “Where were you Jamie?” He replied “I got bullied on the way” She thought for a while. Then she said “That’s not my problem, it is your responsibility to look after yourself.” “That’s detention for you.” Some children started giggling. It was not his fault he got bullied he thought. After a horrible day of school he had to go to detention & the worst part was he had to stay at school with the teacher watching his every move. He never knew how detention was as it was his first time and he really did hate cuz Andy, Axel & Joe were there too. He tried to think of an excuse to get out of there. The only thing he could think of was the toilet. He asked her “Madam, may I go to the toilet” asking it in a very kind manner to make sure she would fall for the trick. “Well…………ok.” in a rather annoying way. “But I’m warning you if you don’t come back in 10 minutes you will get detention for the rest of the week.” Detention for the rest of the week! That would be the worst thing that could happen. He came out of the room quite disappointed. His plan had worked at the same time failed. Anyway now that there was no use trying to escape detention he thought there was no use but to go to the toilet cuz he felt like going to the toilet now. He liked almost all the superheroes and sat shiting on “thee seat” and thinking how life would be if he was a superhero. He was so much into it that he forgot the time fly by. He quickly got up (after cleaning his butt) and went to wash his hands. Just when he was going to leave he remembered to flush (which usually happens to me) and then something very strange happened right out the “thee seat”.
Friday, August 19, 2005
I'm the Demon Seed, Satisfaction Guaranteed
The kinda ecstatcy one kinda develops is pretty enormous ..when it's a personal victory... of the sorts i might try to explain .. but i'd rather not ... coz it's the best possible i can rollick in laughter... the pure pleasure of the sinister minds...i get it now..have u ever noticed there are some conversations u wanna go over... coz they are like chess games... u wanna study the moves.. coz that's how they were executed....
The sheer brilliance of certains acts are best left unadmired by the general and admired by the creator and an elite few... coz vanity is the underlying theme behind it ... I can relate to Dr. Frankenstein... I can relate to Dr.Jekyl ... the virtuosity of this creation of yours isnt for the world to find flaw in ...rather for u to cherish vanquish and encapsulate into a moment ... that can be replayed ...where u can bask in the glory of...
What am I talking abt ? does it matter.... well i guess it does.. the premise is non-possessive intimacy... and how a certain somebody was trying to comprehend it..well... finding something out that you already knew ... is kinda like finding something else right... that too..
I had set out to say way too many things ... but i'm yet to find the perfect platform to latch onto ... falling flat and doing something without conviction isnt what i'm up for tonight... this will have to do..
I Love You...[couldn't come up with a better closing line...]
The sheer brilliance of certains acts are best left unadmired by the general and admired by the creator and an elite few... coz vanity is the underlying theme behind it ... I can relate to Dr. Frankenstein... I can relate to Dr.Jekyl ... the virtuosity of this creation of yours isnt for the world to find flaw in ...rather for u to cherish vanquish and encapsulate into a moment ... that can be replayed ...where u can bask in the glory of...
What am I talking abt ? does it matter.... well i guess it does.. the premise is non-possessive intimacy... and how a certain somebody was trying to comprehend it..well... finding something out that you already knew ... is kinda like finding something else right... that too..
I had set out to say way too many things ... but i'm yet to find the perfect platform to latch onto ... falling flat and doing something without conviction isnt what i'm up for tonight... this will have to do..
I Love You...[couldn't come up with a better closing line...]
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Nagumomo
Why have I engaged in a sabbatical... Well the answer would be rather plain and simple... There's this polish proverb I heard recently that makes absolute sense... "You know what they say about families; they look best in portraits" Truly I say onto you ... there are times I question myself ...is it rage sympathy or a bit of both that runs through me ... How irrational people tend to be can sometimes be bewildering... i almost endangered the delicate balance of coexistance on this planet ..while trying to divulge in the inner depths of rationality... a man on a mission is a rather dangerous proposition ... and ppl try to feel your integrity to succumb to their fancies... well emotional battering is another forte one has to flex your muscles in ...this incoherent piece of literature is a creation or loads of confusion empathy pity anger and rage.... if only i could channel it somewhere else and get something out of it .... as for now folks .... bah... who and what am i trying to console..... well... gimme a lil more while ...i'll sort this out ....
Friday, July 22, 2005
R-COONa
RIF - "Reich Center for Industrial Fat Provisioning" ("Reichsstelle für Industrielle Fettversorgung")
RJF - "Pure Jewish Fat" ("Rein jüdisches Fett")
A source of major controversy, I don't wish to to type out the details of the acronyms mentioned above.
The War of 1857 - Cow Fat used in lubricating, loading the cartridges of rifles used by the Hindu Soldiers.
Fight Club - Tyler Durden, manages to acquire fat from liposuction clinics, to use in his soap factory.
What I would like to share with you, is look at the manipulation technics employed in wartime Germany to instill fear among the victims and sicken them at the time.
And how the same technic was used by the war mongers against the British to disgustipate the mercenary that fought under the union jack.
Why did I include Fight Club on the list, just a tangent of thought. Did Chuck Palahniuk employ this literary device to disgust you at face value. Or were there deeper connotations?
RJF - "Pure Jewish Fat" ("Rein jüdisches Fett")
A source of major controversy, I don't wish to to type out the details of the acronyms mentioned above.
The War of 1857 - Cow Fat used in lubricating, loading the cartridges of rifles used by the Hindu Soldiers.
Fight Club - Tyler Durden, manages to acquire fat from liposuction clinics, to use in his soap factory.
What I would like to share with you, is look at the manipulation technics employed in wartime Germany to instill fear among the victims and sicken them at the time.
And how the same technic was used by the war mongers against the British to disgustipate the mercenary that fought under the union jack.
Why did I include Fight Club on the list, just a tangent of thought. Did Chuck Palahniuk employ this literary device to disgust you at face value. Or were there deeper connotations?
Monday, July 11, 2005
September 13th, 1752
There is this distinctive element of pleasure that is to be derived from orchestrating an event. To have mastered the whole situation and all the variables that is to be an encountered in the system. It's quite invariably pleasurable to master this artform.
Through history myth and legend alike have amassed, plundered and pilaged through with knowledge of this artform; the Chankya Sutra, The Art of War, The whole Shakuni escapade, we have Shikhandi as the front man in the fight against Bhishma. Through every mythology, you find this elite event coordinator.
Now the beauty of this individual is how well laid out thought out are his/her operations. And it is in the occurence of the event itself that they take pride in and not the egoistic pleasure of having to be accountable to it. I'm sure the ppl behind JFK's assasination would grail. The folks who got the Bush elections to be a success will agree.
The people who control what happens in front of you, where the average joe blow is quite unaware of the calculations that took place to make it happen. that is sheer brilliance... War monging soldiers well never know the intricate delicacies that espionage can serve.
Through history myth and legend alike have amassed, plundered and pilaged through with knowledge of this artform; the Chankya Sutra, The Art of War, The whole Shakuni escapade, we have Shikhandi as the front man in the fight against Bhishma. Through every mythology, you find this elite event coordinator.
Now the beauty of this individual is how well laid out thought out are his/her operations. And it is in the occurence of the event itself that they take pride in and not the egoistic pleasure of having to be accountable to it. I'm sure the ppl behind JFK's assasination would grail. The folks who got the Bush elections to be a success will agree.
The people who control what happens in front of you, where the average joe blow is quite unaware of the calculations that took place to make it happen. that is sheer brilliance... War monging soldiers well never know the intricate delicacies that espionage can serve.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Vera... Vera... What Has Become Of You?
Isnt It Ironic?
Shankar Mahadevan; trained to be computer engineer...turned out to be a singer....
Arundhathi Roy; qualified to be an architect ... ...Booker prize in her first book....
Manoj Night Shyamalan; his folks insisted he be doctor ... but he preferred his 8mm camera instead...
do u see a common streak, ppl or is it just me... what's the deal... hey folks ... so he/she aint a doctor or enggr... doesnt look like their lives went down the drain now did it? so why dont u give em a chance...
"the narrow domestic walls" are yet to meet the fate of their Berlin counterparts...
so what is the root cause of this social dilemma as i'd like to call it now.. is it the insecurity faced by a generation ..and that is being superimposed on this new generation to circumvent the anger and frustration that generation had to face as they realized a non-technical education has it's limitations in the social strata... and is this so called higher education a ticket to all of life's pleasures and are these ppl truly trying to elevate their social status by thrusting upon their children the divinity of these professions..
so does one's profession define who u r ... or was it that worldly pleasures that can be assured the vortex of this school of thought... would they turn around to call the younger generation ungrateful for they never made them have to suffer the sufferings that were forced upon them... the shame anger and frustration of an entire genreation is that what this spew of doctors and engineers are supposed to mean...
but wait a minute.... how abt the flipside of the coin ... the anguish, the retribution, the sheer anonymity of a human life form ... pushing me to exist for the sake of fulfilling your dreams and not mine... what abt my dreams what abt what i want to become .. what abt the little castles i have .. what abt them... am i just ur demon seed for not obeying ...am i to scummb to ur desires or be forsaken for an eternity... do i not get a chance to do what i want to do... why do u create this barrier... and route all communication thru this one channel... why does every conversation we have always have to be about how much i have upset u .. abt how much i never lived up to ur aspirations .. why is it never a positive note... why is never abt what i have attained... why does every conversation we have turn into a confrontation ... is this so called generation gap that u speak off.. actually ur not willing to accept the truth ...ur utopian fantasies being fulfilled is what my life is supposed to be to u....isnt it... u want tobe a ventriliquist forever... dont u ... with ur hands shoved up my arse .... making me say and do what u want me to ...
let's cut it the strings ...it's abt time...
PS. Nikhil Chinappa; engg college drop out ... MTV India Veejay... has a pet goldfish named karup kundi
Shankar Mahadevan; trained to be computer engineer...turned out to be a singer....
Arundhathi Roy; qualified to be an architect ... ...Booker prize in her first book....
Manoj Night Shyamalan; his folks insisted he be doctor ... but he preferred his 8mm camera instead...
do u see a common streak, ppl or is it just me... what's the deal... hey folks ... so he/she aint a doctor or enggr... doesnt look like their lives went down the drain now did it? so why dont u give em a chance...
"the narrow domestic walls" are yet to meet the fate of their Berlin counterparts...
so what is the root cause of this social dilemma as i'd like to call it now.. is it the insecurity faced by a generation ..and that is being superimposed on this new generation to circumvent the anger and frustration that generation had to face as they realized a non-technical education has it's limitations in the social strata... and is this so called higher education a ticket to all of life's pleasures and are these ppl truly trying to elevate their social status by thrusting upon their children the divinity of these professions..
so does one's profession define who u r ... or was it that worldly pleasures that can be assured the vortex of this school of thought... would they turn around to call the younger generation ungrateful for they never made them have to suffer the sufferings that were forced upon them... the shame anger and frustration of an entire genreation is that what this spew of doctors and engineers are supposed to mean...
but wait a minute.... how abt the flipside of the coin ... the anguish, the retribution, the sheer anonymity of a human life form ... pushing me to exist for the sake of fulfilling your dreams and not mine... what abt my dreams what abt what i want to become .. what abt the little castles i have .. what abt them... am i just ur demon seed for not obeying ...am i to scummb to ur desires or be forsaken for an eternity... do i not get a chance to do what i want to do... why do u create this barrier... and route all communication thru this one channel... why does every conversation we have always have to be about how much i have upset u .. abt how much i never lived up to ur aspirations .. why is it never a positive note... why is never abt what i have attained... why does every conversation we have turn into a confrontation ... is this so called generation gap that u speak off.. actually ur not willing to accept the truth ...ur utopian fantasies being fulfilled is what my life is supposed to be to u....isnt it... u want tobe a ventriliquist forever... dont u ... with ur hands shoved up my arse .... making me say and do what u want me to ...
let's cut it the strings ...it's abt time...
PS. Nikhil Chinappa; engg college drop out ... MTV India Veejay... has a pet goldfish named karup kundi
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Being dIsS_FuNk_sHuN-aLi ImPeRfeCt
a slump is the last thing we should get our selves into .. coz the thing with inertia is .. u tend to make ur selfcomfortable doing what u do.. and if u r rdiing high on the go get em tiger attitude and u get a break... better plan to have the day filled with break neck speed activities coz otherwise ...it can be a shocker... how udr body and mind just shuts down on u ... experience has told me time and again not to do this ... but never do i learn ...
so here u have it ladies and gentlemen in a dire effort to try to cook up something worth while to read or write for that matter i figured randomly punching out my thought s on the key board should account for some form of the creative thought process to crank out a viable form of literature little did i know i was to find my self rotting away at the inside of creative thought centre.. better yet looks like microsoft has taken over...and cnn is covering it on prime time tv... hbo has te movie rights for the tv production wait, wb just heard abt it .. and they wanna turn it into a major motion picture.....yess... who are they going to cast s arun's lost creative epicenter is the question that media moghuls have to anticaipate... i've heard it's a new face but with the mgm take over by sony ...even they dont want to try a new face with bond... hummm so since tom hanks is playing robert langdon and pierce brosnan is playing bond ..who does play me.... i havent the clue ... but wait i hear the exective producer talking abt the apt female to play his better half... ah... see now i knew it was getting to inetersting ...so i perk up my ears and evesdrop into their conversation as to who they have instore to play my better half...
exec#1; "look ... the guy's love life is an absolute enigma... do we really know what he wants and what he's looking forward to ... i mean he could be an ed gein or ted bundy in the making for all i care ...."
exec#2: "no.. the freaking mad erratic behaviour andthe total unpredicatbility i say we can get away with something bigger better... look liz hurley and brendan frasier .. we pulled that of right... and liz wouldnt mind after all her hubby's name's the same one he's got right..."
exec#3: "i dont know guys ... maybe we'll haveto take the iamsam look at things .. i dont know it's mt personal take on it ..."
exec#4: "guy's the bruised emmigrant the perfect tony montana angle i tell u michelle's too old to play it off let's get that keira chick... i kinda got the hots for her..."
exec#5: "personally i think we can give it a good company spin off, and get that scarlett johnason chick on board i think she's got the potential to pull it off"
exec#6: "wait a sec... u think we can sell an ashton kutcher off with this guy... i like it .. if we get working on it fast enough we can get amanda peet on board and make it bigger than a lot like love "
exec#7: "u guys can freaking talk abt who u wann cast till the cows come home .. but i'm telling u it's all abt the product placements... and as long as i see his face in burger king meals and ppl are singing the title track to the soundtrack and music inspired from ... i'm good or i'll make it my life's personal karmic duty to flush down each of ur testicles downt he drain"
that kinda brought a pregnant silence in the room .. which wasw followed by more discussion of the plot line of my life... if these werethe guys in charge of my life... lemme tell u they had no clue what they were doing... and before i barged into a columbine moment ... i made an exit stage left...
so here u have it ladies and gentlemen in a dire effort to try to cook up something worth while to read or write for that matter i figured randomly punching out my thought s on the key board should account for some form of the creative thought process to crank out a viable form of literature little did i know i was to find my self rotting away at the inside of creative thought centre.. better yet looks like microsoft has taken over...and cnn is covering it on prime time tv... hbo has te movie rights for the tv production wait, wb just heard abt it .. and they wanna turn it into a major motion picture.....yess... who are they going to cast s arun's lost creative epicenter is the question that media moghuls have to anticaipate... i've heard it's a new face but with the mgm take over by sony ...even they dont want to try a new face with bond... hummm so since tom hanks is playing robert langdon and pierce brosnan is playing bond ..who does play me.... i havent the clue ... but wait i hear the exective producer talking abt the apt female to play his better half... ah... see now i knew it was getting to inetersting ...so i perk up my ears and evesdrop into their conversation as to who they have instore to play my better half...
exec#1; "look ... the guy's love life is an absolute enigma... do we really know what he wants and what he's looking forward to ... i mean he could be an ed gein or ted bundy in the making for all i care ...."
exec#2: "no.. the freaking mad erratic behaviour andthe total unpredicatbility i say we can get away with something bigger better... look liz hurley and brendan frasier .. we pulled that of right... and liz wouldnt mind after all her hubby's name's the same one he's got right..."
exec#3: "i dont know guys ... maybe we'll haveto take the iamsam look at things .. i dont know it's mt personal take on it ..."
exec#4: "guy's the bruised emmigrant the perfect tony montana angle i tell u michelle's too old to play it off let's get that keira chick... i kinda got the hots for her..."
exec#5: "personally i think we can give it a good company spin off, and get that scarlett johnason chick on board i think she's got the potential to pull it off"
exec#6: "wait a sec... u think we can sell an ashton kutcher off with this guy... i like it .. if we get working on it fast enough we can get amanda peet on board and make it bigger than a lot like love "
exec#7: "u guys can freaking talk abt who u wann cast till the cows come home .. but i'm telling u it's all abt the product placements... and as long as i see his face in burger king meals and ppl are singing the title track to the soundtrack and music inspired from ... i'm good or i'll make it my life's personal karmic duty to flush down each of ur testicles downt he drain"
that kinda brought a pregnant silence in the room .. which wasw followed by more discussion of the plot line of my life... if these werethe guys in charge of my life... lemme tell u they had no clue what they were doing... and before i barged into a columbine moment ... i made an exit stage left...
Monday, June 27, 2005
I am Payable On Death
Dear Readers,
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The brust of extra terrestrial dust that burst forth from the trans galactic pod was not short of breath taking... it shot off at unbelievable speed of close to 60km/sec.... the massive amount of details that was was being emanated from the space craft was absolutely astounding... 65,536 residents of the area came out to see this blitzreig of color... the detailed body work of the craft itself left close to 15000 people perpetually dazed and confused... it was when the telekinetic energy emanated highly dense thermodynamic impulses thru a media much hotter than the average blue flame of fire we get to see on the planet ... what came to happen after that a true display of Sonar power..the gushing sound of audio waves from 20Hz to 20kHz left people amazed ... the dazzling performances ranged for close to 15 hours...
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The brust of extra terrestrial dust that burst forth from the trans galactic pod was not short of breath taking... it shot off at unbelievable speed of close to 60km/sec.... the massive amount of details that was was being emanated from the space craft was absolutely astounding... 65,536 residents of the area came out to see this blitzreig of color... the detailed body work of the craft itself left close to 15000 people perpetually dazed and confused... it was when the telekinetic energy emanated highly dense thermodynamic impulses thru a media much hotter than the average blue flame of fire we get to see on the planet ... what came to happen after that a true display of Sonar power..the gushing sound of audio waves from 20Hz to 20kHz left people amazed ... the dazzling performances ranged for close to 15 hours...
Friday, June 17, 2005
Coke-a-Doodle Doo!!
“A Coke is a Coke and no amount of money can get you a better Coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking.” Andy Warhol
That one line got me going ... the material belongings we strive for ...as soon as it becomes common place it loses it's significance... so it isn't about the material value of the item itself now is it... it's about how exclusive the item is.. and how u can flaunt it for it's non-availablity to the general public..and then rub it in their face...so it can be cheap/expensive... old/new as long as it stands out and you can garner attention for possessing something they do not have and cannot easily get...so it is ADD ..topped with greed and gluttonous consumerist propaganda... would you like some fries with that?
so where does one draw the line .. or does one not think abt lines and narrow domestic walls that keep the apple orchards from growing into the woods dark and deep... My Captain Oh Captain I call out to thee, the one who made the lamb, can u sing me a song of a lad that has gone.. the unkindest cut of all would be to spend an eternity waiting with the alabatros around my neck...
That one line got me going ... the material belongings we strive for ...as soon as it becomes common place it loses it's significance... so it isn't about the material value of the item itself now is it... it's about how exclusive the item is.. and how u can flaunt it for it's non-availablity to the general public..and then rub it in their face...so it can be cheap/expensive... old/new as long as it stands out and you can garner attention for possessing something they do not have and cannot easily get...so it is ADD ..topped with greed and gluttonous consumerist propaganda... would you like some fries with that?
so where does one draw the line .. or does one not think abt lines and narrow domestic walls that keep the apple orchards from growing into the woods dark and deep... My Captain Oh Captain I call out to thee, the one who made the lamb, can u sing me a song of a lad that has gone.. the unkindest cut of all would be to spend an eternity waiting with the alabatros around my neck...
Saturday, June 11, 2005
And they live happily ever after
And they live happily ever after
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[Have they closed the freaking book yet?]
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good... fuck was that a grotesque exercise in happy story telling or what ... i mean c'mon... this job is just freaking unbelievable ... i mean how long am i going to be working here in this place.... everytime these kids open the book it's the same deal... i have to go around do all the dirty work .. be nice to that bitch who play's the princess save her from that dragon ...who's actually a nice guy and then i'm supposed to live happily ever after.. with her ... holy shit ..gimme a break...i'dn't piss on her if she were on fire...ur collegues are a bunch of whining sissy's!... its a monotonous boring job.. i need some more action .. i need a deviation in the script... i wanna do something outta the ordinary... maybe fall off that stallion i ride and break a leg.. get an extra terrestrial to blow the planet to smitherins... have a govt sting operation on the cocaine dealings of the princess's secret love interest in columbia.... i need go to a bar with my buddies... take a princess out to dinner perhaps..... another one .. one i'm more comfortable with perhaps... this one obviously has no clue what's going on life? i mean each day she comes to the trailer.. and we wait with our costumes and make up on for the kids to pick up the book and read us .. and we keep doing the same jobs ... and some of are getting sick... we need to retire ...we're planning on having a strike... alice is scared of the dark and they send her thru that hole all the time... jack is scared of heights ..and he's gotta go up that bean stalk... the wolf in sheep's clothing ... what can u do ..the guy's foster mom was a sheep... he has an identity crisis.. each time he has to play the part ..he has to go to counselling... the fox ..he's allergic to grapes... the crow ... well the truth is they had to digitally alter his voice ..coz the truth is he sings quite well... lil red riding hood came to try out for baywatch and look where she landed up... goldie locks ...let's not talk abt her eating disorder now shall we... so before i do something totally irrational i better get some rest ... i can smell another shift coming just around the corner..
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[Have they closed the freaking book yet?]
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good... fuck was that a grotesque exercise in happy story telling or what ... i mean c'mon... this job is just freaking unbelievable ... i mean how long am i going to be working here in this place.... everytime these kids open the book it's the same deal... i have to go around do all the dirty work .. be nice to that bitch who play's the princess save her from that dragon ...who's actually a nice guy and then i'm supposed to live happily ever after.. with her ... holy shit ..gimme a break...i'dn't piss on her if she were on fire...ur collegues are a bunch of whining sissy's!... its a monotonous boring job.. i need some more action .. i need a deviation in the script... i wanna do something outta the ordinary... maybe fall off that stallion i ride and break a leg.. get an extra terrestrial to blow the planet to smitherins... have a govt sting operation on the cocaine dealings of the princess's secret love interest in columbia.... i need go to a bar with my buddies... take a princess out to dinner perhaps..... another one .. one i'm more comfortable with perhaps... this one obviously has no clue what's going on life? i mean each day she comes to the trailer.. and we wait with our costumes and make up on for the kids to pick up the book and read us .. and we keep doing the same jobs ... and some of are getting sick... we need to retire ...we're planning on having a strike... alice is scared of the dark and they send her thru that hole all the time... jack is scared of heights ..and he's gotta go up that bean stalk... the wolf in sheep's clothing ... what can u do ..the guy's foster mom was a sheep... he has an identity crisis.. each time he has to play the part ..he has to go to counselling... the fox ..he's allergic to grapes... the crow ... well the truth is they had to digitally alter his voice ..coz the truth is he sings quite well... lil red riding hood came to try out for baywatch and look where she landed up... goldie locks ...let's not talk abt her eating disorder now shall we... so before i do something totally irrational i better get some rest ... i can smell another shift coming just around the corner..
Monday, June 06, 2005
r u more than a mediocre statistic?
In today's hyper-selling universe that we live in ... you are all a part of the captialist casualities... instituitionalized thru your so called education... you have lost your voice to be somebody... to be a contender... u wouldn't step up against an injustice in school, college or on your neighbourhood .... coz it doesnt bother you.. it's not a matter of concern to you.... in the capitalist's world... Recession is when your friend loses his job.. Depression is when you lose your job...
The cultural dilemma of yesterday's tradition and tommorow's technology throws u in one of the greatest juxtapositions of all time...do i go home to make microwaveable sambhar and pressure cooked instant idlis... or do i see success in life coming from having to try making my Yuppie existance urn into ur averages DINS household..
Is being mediocre what life is all abt ... and is conformity the end of the rainbow... why on earth can u stand up for what is right... why are ppl so obssessed with your senior officer might see that as insubordination... why are students so freaking scraed of reporting to a higher authority their prof/teacher sucks... why do they just keep sucking up to him/her.. and not just lose it and tell somebody this absolute moron in real life who cant get a real job has taken to teaching!!!
It's my honest anaylsis on the whole teaching proffession.. in a demographic of 100 students in a school class room environment ... 3-5 might be brilliant ...and should mostly like be stalwarts in the profession of their choice... then there 10-15 real bright kids... they are passionate abt certain things ... but undue pressures from parents abt making em follow a career they are least interested will turn these ppl into chornic depressed individuals.. who's true potential was always down played... and they were only made to see their flaws and follies... then there's the 20-25 ppl whose lives started out with not many great expectations and they are cool with what they have ... then there's the crowd that brings out teacher's ... ppl who actually dont have the grey matter to come out at the top .. whose ego's wont let them take a menial ok paying job in the blue collar work force.. these ppl are so frustrated that they didnt turn into those super heroes with dream jobs that they once dreamt abt ...
they take a look at the students they teach .. see the passion and drive these kids have.. and cringe at the ppl they once were and the wasted chance they were given.. they are so freaking frustrated in life at being now where close to the reality they had once wanted to be.. they make it their singular duty to trample the spirits of these youngsters ... turn them into obedient lil puppy dogs ... that havent figured out that that disapproval and disagreement isnt the same as disobiednece........
these kids are so ..omg.. what if he flunks me ... he'll make my life living hell... they have enslaved themselves ..and confined their living to the lowest low of human existance...a mediocre non-entity... a statistic... a roll number .. a tax payer... an identity number... you have thrown away a full fledged human life ... flushed it down the drains of corporate mediocrity ...and made ur self a statistic...
The cultural dilemma of yesterday's tradition and tommorow's technology throws u in one of the greatest juxtapositions of all time...do i go home to make microwaveable sambhar and pressure cooked instant idlis... or do i see success in life coming from having to try making my Yuppie existance urn into ur averages DINS household..
Is being mediocre what life is all abt ... and is conformity the end of the rainbow... why on earth can u stand up for what is right... why are ppl so obssessed with your senior officer might see that as insubordination... why are students so freaking scraed of reporting to a higher authority their prof/teacher sucks... why do they just keep sucking up to him/her.. and not just lose it and tell somebody this absolute moron in real life who cant get a real job has taken to teaching!!!
It's my honest anaylsis on the whole teaching proffession.. in a demographic of 100 students in a school class room environment ... 3-5 might be brilliant ...and should mostly like be stalwarts in the profession of their choice... then there 10-15 real bright kids... they are passionate abt certain things ... but undue pressures from parents abt making em follow a career they are least interested will turn these ppl into chornic depressed individuals.. who's true potential was always down played... and they were only made to see their flaws and follies... then there's the 20-25 ppl whose lives started out with not many great expectations and they are cool with what they have ... then there's the crowd that brings out teacher's ... ppl who actually dont have the grey matter to come out at the top .. whose ego's wont let them take a menial ok paying job in the blue collar work force.. these ppl are so frustrated that they didnt turn into those super heroes with dream jobs that they once dreamt abt ...
they take a look at the students they teach .. see the passion and drive these kids have.. and cringe at the ppl they once were and the wasted chance they were given.. they are so freaking frustrated in life at being now where close to the reality they had once wanted to be.. they make it their singular duty to trample the spirits of these youngsters ... turn them into obedient lil puppy dogs ... that havent figured out that that disapproval and disagreement isnt the same as disobiednece........
these kids are so ..omg.. what if he flunks me ... he'll make my life living hell... they have enslaved themselves ..and confined their living to the lowest low of human existance...a mediocre non-entity... a statistic... a roll number .. a tax payer... an identity number... you have thrown away a full fledged human life ... flushed it down the drains of corporate mediocrity ...and made ur self a statistic...
Monday, May 30, 2005
The Greatest Silent Killer of'em All!!!
The cure for aids and cancer can wait ... They aren't half as lethal or dangerous as this situation at hand... It's not SARS Leprosy Anthrax or Small Pox... They can never be as lethal as this... The fatality inflicted upon the billions of ppl in it's name is mind boggling ... Yet u and i never pay attention to thru beligrent malady that floods us and flaunts itself and smacks us on our faces over and over again ... Napolean must have felt it at Waterloo, Hitler must have felt it creep down his neck as Colonel Winter brought his Russian conquest to a screeching hault... Gandhi must have felt the screams and scuffles as India got torn to shreds... What is it that has had it's universal prescene on the planet ... yet there's nothing that has been done to fix up the fiasco... Mother Teresa hadn't been able to soothe the one's aflicted by the damage... Pope John Paul never prayed to stop it's attrocities... the Dalai Lama never mentioned it ... Swami Vivekananda didnt seem to notice... those seven laps around Kabbah with those glorious chants of 'labayak allah!' never brought about any change...
So what am i raving about...... APATHY.... yes...apathy... student apathy... in colleges and universities ..after all the SNAFU and FUBAR they go thru on a regular basis ... they can care less... FACTORY WORKER APATHY... TEACHER APATHY... as a nation the citizen's engage in another distinct flavor of national APATHY... at hte end of it u just realize it's the biggest killer out there... and we're just doing absolutely nothing about it...
so y dont u just sit back and do jack shit abt it as well... hey u might feel this a piece of bullshit ... and this moron has nothing better to write about and i should tell him a word or two ...but dont !! dont bother... wtf... who cares??
So what am i raving about...... APATHY.... yes...apathy... student apathy... in colleges and universities ..after all the SNAFU and FUBAR they go thru on a regular basis ... they can care less... FACTORY WORKER APATHY... TEACHER APATHY... as a nation the citizen's engage in another distinct flavor of national APATHY... at hte end of it u just realize it's the biggest killer out there... and we're just doing absolutely nothing about it...
so y dont u just sit back and do jack shit abt it as well... hey u might feel this a piece of bullshit ... and this moron has nothing better to write about and i should tell him a word or two ...but dont !! dont bother... wtf... who cares??
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Quarter Century!
Ahem ... Ahem... There you have it ladies... I belong to the deluxe category of gents, who have accumulated enough time on the planet to have been acquainted to quite a few people. Having posted my quarter cnetury mark !!!
Here I am, Old enough to know my limits, and Young enough to exceed them.
Here I am, Old enough to know my limits, and Young enough to exceed them.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Phoney Smiles Fake Hellos
I've come to learn one very very important lesson. Families should never be phoney. Oh! God No! Not the slightest bit. Dysfunctional is okay. Normal even. But please not phoney. Remember the line from "Pink - Family Portrait" 'In our family portrait we look pretty, let's play pretend that it comes naturally' [I think I kinda choked up when I first saw the video] Now each time I come across a family portrait where the folks in em are posing in front of a camera faking that smile; the men making sure that ties line up straight, the collars are right, the crease on the trousers are proper, the shoes are polished.
The women, the protocol and procedure is quite as elaborate as detonating a nuclear arsenal. The right angle "You dont want to look FAT on camera!" your camera side is the left half of your face so u have to have that side of the picture. The coats of makeup added on to pile up on your face to ensure that over the years the actual facial maladies are never to be deciphered be a viewer. Thanks to digital photography I guess they can relax, but no the fish scales have to be applied to the lips... various types of synthetic mud to the face .. Various grades of charcoal products to the eyes to make the lashes fan out ... Shaved Waxed permed oh my god facial hair on a female's face is truly the lowest low in the incarnation chart ... the inhuman treatment that as facial hair you'll be subjected to is just beyond comprehension of anyone.. except for those less fortunate few who spent time in a concentration camp.. they might know what i'm talking abt.. or conceptualize the sheer gross amount of pain ...
Back to the family portrait ... after these men and women have indulged in unhealthy levels of vanity and pose in front of a camera .. They are preserving shots of memory... which is supposed to remind them of a time, a place, an event ... how is what i cannot seem to comprehend... those fake smiles, the cognitive dissonance, the artificial pleasantaries.. WHY? who's this for? What are you accomplishing by paying some one to take a picture of u .. in the most ill fitting uncomfortable clothing u ever ..probably clothing u leave behind in the closet...coz there isnt anywhere to wear it [that reminds me of the lady with the red dress in Requiem For a Dream] u stuff ur self into it.. wipe the sweat of ur brow... stare at the mirror the photographer has one last time ..as u practice the fake smile for the pic...
It's just outright disgusting... It's sickening coz u have to fabricate a reality to remember.. a pseudo-reality that will last for the length of shutter speed configurations... U need that developed film to look at ...and feel like "it comes naturally" ....
Before u forget ..vacation pictures are abt the fun time u had... like animals you have to be caught in your natural habitat.. doing what u do best!!! and then make funny faces at the camera... Dont wear a freaking suit and look like u have a hemmaroid the size of khilamanjaro stuck up your rear end ... that's not for your family vacation pix .. those are corporate mug shots ... government id shots... go ahead ... be that way... dont fake wedding photos... family gatherings .... and other events.. which mean things to u ... or are supposed to mean things to u ...
It's astonishing the lengths people go to, to make it look good, that's just botched...
That's that about portraits ...here's something else to chew on ... how often do u hear a conversation ..and have ur gut churning up everything u ate over the last decade ..Coz jesus christ how many fake conversations can u stand before you have an Ally McBeal moment ... There's a threshold to the amount of bullshit you can stand... And i've always wondered what keeps these ppl going... what's their elixir of life? what keeps the faketronic processor churning those reposes... one after their other.. they dont have the guts to give u a straight answer.. they cant say yes or no for fear of being politically incorrect.. they cant voice a strong opinion coz it might offend somebody... and the superfical niceties just keep populating the major expanse of their conversations ..if they maybe called that... ppl ...learn to grow balls... voice your response ...it could be right or wrong ..it doesnt matter... learn to have an opinion ..and stand by it ... dont copy some one else's tastes coz it seems cool... or since u have associated with that particular school of thought/product... No!! mainstream media, technology, views, literature has nothing to offer the human mind...
Intellgent thought comes from free thinkers ... non-conformists ... have the niche to stick ur head out to do something other than the ordinary...i believe in the mantra i wasnt born to be mediocre ... and these phoney ppl remind me of how much they want to be a part of a mediocre existance.. free from the chaotic nature of true free existance... independence ....from standards set by industries society and all other bureacratic instituitions out there....or you could just sit back have one good look at life, go up to google and find out "answer to life, the universe, and everything" get the answer ..and just say "FAKE IT!"
P.S. answer=42
The women, the protocol and procedure is quite as elaborate as detonating a nuclear arsenal. The right angle "You dont want to look FAT on camera!" your camera side is the left half of your face so u have to have that side of the picture. The coats of makeup added on to pile up on your face to ensure that over the years the actual facial maladies are never to be deciphered be a viewer. Thanks to digital photography I guess they can relax, but no the fish scales have to be applied to the lips... various types of synthetic mud to the face .. Various grades of charcoal products to the eyes to make the lashes fan out ... Shaved Waxed permed oh my god facial hair on a female's face is truly the lowest low in the incarnation chart ... the inhuman treatment that as facial hair you'll be subjected to is just beyond comprehension of anyone.. except for those less fortunate few who spent time in a concentration camp.. they might know what i'm talking abt.. or conceptualize the sheer gross amount of pain ...
Back to the family portrait ... after these men and women have indulged in unhealthy levels of vanity and pose in front of a camera .. They are preserving shots of memory... which is supposed to remind them of a time, a place, an event ... how is what i cannot seem to comprehend... those fake smiles, the cognitive dissonance, the artificial pleasantaries.. WHY? who's this for? What are you accomplishing by paying some one to take a picture of u .. in the most ill fitting uncomfortable clothing u ever ..probably clothing u leave behind in the closet...coz there isnt anywhere to wear it [that reminds me of the lady with the red dress in Requiem For a Dream] u stuff ur self into it.. wipe the sweat of ur brow... stare at the mirror the photographer has one last time ..as u practice the fake smile for the pic...
It's just outright disgusting... It's sickening coz u have to fabricate a reality to remember.. a pseudo-reality that will last for the length of shutter speed configurations... U need that developed film to look at ...and feel like "it comes naturally" ....
Before u forget ..vacation pictures are abt the fun time u had... like animals you have to be caught in your natural habitat.. doing what u do best!!! and then make funny faces at the camera... Dont wear a freaking suit and look like u have a hemmaroid the size of khilamanjaro stuck up your rear end ... that's not for your family vacation pix .. those are corporate mug shots ... government id shots... go ahead ... be that way... dont fake wedding photos... family gatherings .... and other events.. which mean things to u ... or are supposed to mean things to u ...
It's astonishing the lengths people go to, to make it look good, that's just botched...
That's that about portraits ...here's something else to chew on ... how often do u hear a conversation ..and have ur gut churning up everything u ate over the last decade ..Coz jesus christ how many fake conversations can u stand before you have an Ally McBeal moment ... There's a threshold to the amount of bullshit you can stand... And i've always wondered what keeps these ppl going... what's their elixir of life? what keeps the faketronic processor churning those reposes... one after their other.. they dont have the guts to give u a straight answer.. they cant say yes or no for fear of being politically incorrect.. they cant voice a strong opinion coz it might offend somebody... and the superfical niceties just keep populating the major expanse of their conversations ..if they maybe called that... ppl ...learn to grow balls... voice your response ...it could be right or wrong ..it doesnt matter... learn to have an opinion ..and stand by it ... dont copy some one else's tastes coz it seems cool... or since u have associated with that particular school of thought/product... No!! mainstream media, technology, views, literature has nothing to offer the human mind...
Intellgent thought comes from free thinkers ... non-conformists ... have the niche to stick ur head out to do something other than the ordinary...i believe in the mantra i wasnt born to be mediocre ... and these phoney ppl remind me of how much they want to be a part of a mediocre existance.. free from the chaotic nature of true free existance... independence ....from standards set by industries society and all other bureacratic instituitions out there....or you could just sit back have one good look at life, go up to google and find out "answer to life, the universe, and everything" get the answer ..and just say "FAKE IT!"
P.S. answer=42
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