Conversations with Self

And so… The madness begins…

A perfect day to die.

Today’s just perfect.

No responsibilities. No worries. Nobody cares.

Just hope a truck runs over me on my way home.

*fingers crossed*

Amen.

September 22, 2006 Posted by The Wabbster | Naansense! | | 4 Comments

Bleh.

September 20, 2006 Posted by The Wabbster | Naansense! | | No Comments Yet

The Confusion Prevails…

I wish I knew.

That’s my problem. There are so many things I don’t know but want to know about them. And yet, I just expect myself to magically know them. It’s like an old joke dad used to crack when I was a kid – use the science textbook for a pillow the night before the science exam and the next day, you’ll have no problems balancing that chemical equation or drawing that grotesque diagram for biology or knowing the value of acceleration due to gravity!

Truth was, I could never balance an equation nor was I good at drawing anything although I still do remember the value of acceleration due to gravity.

Growing up is tough. And living by yourself while you do that is tougher. It’s like someone has been solving your problems all your life and all of a sudden that person’s not there. Where would you go? Who would you look up to now?

I wish I knew.

People hate being happy, I think. They find happiness and they get bored of it. And then comes, well, unhappiness. And then they get bored of it as well. And hence, more unhappiness. It’s like a chain reaction and they blame everyone else but themselves for it.

Whatever I’ve been saying might be cliched, but these are things that I’m thinking about for the first time.

Thought is the enemy. Thought gives us fears, takes us through time, makes us see things we shouldn’t or wouldn’t. Thought makes us nervous, makes us fall in love, makes us hate. A happy thought is shrouded by the fact that it’s just a thought. An unhappy one seems more realistic than anything else.

We’re supposed to be the most advanced species in the planet because of our superiour intellect, the ability to think. Well, is it worth it?

I wish I knew.

Amen.

September 16, 2006 Posted by The Wabbster | Naansense! | | 4 Comments

A musical wonder!

September 4, 2006 Posted by The Wabbster | Naansense! | | 3 Comments

The thing about Sonia Gandhi’s visit to Bangalore…

Is that nobody really gave a crap about it. The few people who did make it known by pasting her picture along with a no less ugly mugshot of theirs and added a message “Welcome to Bangalore, Smt. Sonia Gandhi” were all Congress people who just wanted to bask in the Gandhi name’s supposed glory.
And the faces are not just in one spot. They are everywhere and not to mention the millions of tricolour flags ‘adorning’ every nook and corner of the city.
The only people who cared were the ones who were paid to attend the ‘rally’. You saw a tempo truck and you can be sure it was filled with these daily wage labourers who have been promised money, food and liquor just so that they bring their asses down to the rally. They don’t even have to know who’s talking or what he/she/it is talking about. Just clap, cheer and whistle when there’s a pause in the speech or when someone’s name is called out or when someone’s being ‘adorned’ by garlands and shawls.
Police constable were working on Sunday and so were the, *gasp*, sub-inspectors. The senior officials were turned into security guards, watching every inch of the route “Smt” Gandhi is to take.
I was going back home after having convinced the cops at the airport that my father was actually a passenger (they wanted ID (wrong time for dad not to have his ID with him)). The naturally chirpy autorickshaw driver (I always get chirpy drivers, yes, I’m lucky) remarked, “One visit, saar, look how things turn around.”
I was being quiet as usual. He didn’t seem to care. He went on:
“One visit and everything is done up. The posters are everywhere, flags, cops. Everything.”
“Then thank god Deve Gowda is not the PM anymore!”
“Yes, saar. Correct.”
Amen.
Note: Two things actually.
1. The auto driver did NOT speak in English. I translated from Kannada. And no, I did not say “thank god” in Kannada. I wonder how retarded that would have actually sounded… “Devarge dhanyagalu”… yeah, retarded.
2. When Deve Gowda was the PM, he used to visit Bangalore every weekend which resulted in bigger chaos than what happened on Sunday. That was the humour in this post. And now that I’ve stated it, I think I’ll just shut the hell up. Not to mention, I’ve just ruined the entire post.
Oh well…

September 4, 2006 Posted by The Wabbster | Naansense! | | 1 Comment

Sonia Gandhi’s in Bangalore.

So?

September 3, 2006 Posted by The Wabbster | Naansense! | | 1 Comment