Hope, is the oil of the machinery of your life, they say. Well, I agree rather gleefully. I am the biggest optimist you'll ever find, and believe me on this one. But right now, the point is not just me. It's about us. It's about me trying to be a visionary i was never meant to be. This note is rather random. Or maybe even more random than you imagined it to be. Use it to define entropy. I, in a shocking change of events, am rather confused, awed and troubled.
Life is a race, run till you find the end. Run till your last breath, and fall into the pit. Is it what all this is really about?! Is this why we work our arses off all day long, all night long?! Is this in a hope of a better tomorrow which only promises a better day after?! Well, i'd rather say these are unanswered rhetorics than anything else.
Friendship, love, hope, et al. Choke these up. Won't help you with your JEE, with your SAT. Be the ruthless bandit. Try and succeed. Try and run away from the grapples of life. Run till you enter the jaws of death. Anger, hate, despise, et al. Nurture them. Use them as fuel for this machine made to succeed at all odds. Be a criminal, but be at the echelon of success, at the pinnacle of glory. Is this all that it's come down to?!
“A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. ...” says a certain philanthropist. I am standing. I am staring. I try to picture it all in a positive light. I see my life progress with as much drama as there is in any other deserted gas pump. I am still. The whole effing problem is that I am JUST still. It just compounds the misery, adds to the desolation and boosts up the rage.
Bruce shouts,
“ And as you look all around at the world in dismay
What do you see, do you think we have learned
Not if you're taking a look at the war-torn affray
Out in the streets where the babies are burned ”
Yes boy, I want to be in the streets, mend them, heel them. I want to make this modern world a miracle. I want to change the money-snakes into diamonds for the poor. I want to do something out there! But wait, well, should i go?! The answer is staring right in my face, like the barrel of a .45 pistol which De Niro uses to slay the evil in Righteous Kill. NO.
I am not being a pessimist, or a misanthrope. I am being a hopeful, trying to fill some colour in my life along with a dream to do so for the millions out there on the streets. :) Pardon me Lord, if my vision is wrong. Pardon me everyone else who so much love me, if I believe that the world can be changed for the better, for good. Defy the world, defy rationality. Live life by your rules< the new motto. Stop being a coward, start being a hero! Let go of any mischance, take hold of even the smallest glitter of sunshine. There seems nothing more meaningful than what Steve Earle has to say,
“Someday I'm finally gonna let go
'Cause I know there's a better way
And I wanna know what's over that rainbow
I'm gonna get out of here someday”
Be a hero. Live your life. :)
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Confirmed Guilty.
While everyone's out there celebrating the fact that Ajmal Kasab, the quite infamously famous man from our Pure Neighbor-land gets a death penalty, I've got some lamenting to do.
A Person, some Tom-Dick-Harry, comes to your house, kills your loved ones, takes away everything you ever had, and everything you will ever have, and walks away. What do you do? You watch in anguish, with your hands on your eyes, or you go and fight back?
“There was no option but death”, says the Honourable Judge. Period. I am no one to debate the rightness of the decision, but each and everyone of us has the right to question the rationality of the Law. Justice, they say, has been delivered. Where?! To whom!? To the girl who lost her leg? The boy who lost his parents? The parents who lost their son? The husband who lost his wife? The foreigner who earned crutches to walk on her entire life? The hundreds of us who lost our safety? The millions of us who lost our courage to fight back?
Well, I suggest an option, which i know will go nowhere beyond this note. Mutilate him. Crush him to death. Hack him to pieces. Feed him to hungry crocodiles. Let loose Black Mambas on him. Let him play the matador in the wildest bullfight. Throw him into the mob full of people who lost someone or something in the attack.
My friend tells me, well, who are we to take a life? What is the difference between them and us? Are we supposed to uphold the same life-taking values as they do? Are we also terrorists to take lives?
I used to think so till about two days back. And then, I read about this girl who lost her parents and her legs in the attack. Then, I think, wait a sec dood, if we let this carry on, maybe you are the next victim, or maybe I. Who knows.
With no offence meant, we Indians cannot act. We just cannot. Be it the so called rational restraints of society or the misplaced sense of conscience which we possess, but we cannot do something to prevent what is going to happen. Mr Shah makes a valid point in A Wednesday, “ We get used to things too fast”. We have the “chalta hai” attitude, which does not do good to fend off terror.
Well, we may not act, but we do have one simple option. Give the guy a bad death. The one he deserves. Let him die in a way so scary that no one else will ever dare to intrude our territory. My will to do something to stop these bastards is more than ever, and I will do as much as I can in the near future.
Lastly, supporting my friend's point, I may like to add something. An eye for an eye will make the world blind. So be it. Let us have an two eyes for an eye, a jaw for a tooth. I'd rather be blind than have myself butchered by these “messsengers of Him”.
Inquilab Zindabad.
A Person, some Tom-Dick-Harry, comes to your house, kills your loved ones, takes away everything you ever had, and everything you will ever have, and walks away. What do you do? You watch in anguish, with your hands on your eyes, or you go and fight back?
“There was no option but death”, says the Honourable Judge. Period. I am no one to debate the rightness of the decision, but each and everyone of us has the right to question the rationality of the Law. Justice, they say, has been delivered. Where?! To whom!? To the girl who lost her leg? The boy who lost his parents? The parents who lost their son? The husband who lost his wife? The foreigner who earned crutches to walk on her entire life? The hundreds of us who lost our safety? The millions of us who lost our courage to fight back?
Well, I suggest an option, which i know will go nowhere beyond this note. Mutilate him. Crush him to death. Hack him to pieces. Feed him to hungry crocodiles. Let loose Black Mambas on him. Let him play the matador in the wildest bullfight. Throw him into the mob full of people who lost someone or something in the attack.
My friend tells me, well, who are we to take a life? What is the difference between them and us? Are we supposed to uphold the same life-taking values as they do? Are we also terrorists to take lives?
I used to think so till about two days back. And then, I read about this girl who lost her parents and her legs in the attack. Then, I think, wait a sec dood, if we let this carry on, maybe you are the next victim, or maybe I. Who knows.
With no offence meant, we Indians cannot act. We just cannot. Be it the so called rational restraints of society or the misplaced sense of conscience which we possess, but we cannot do something to prevent what is going to happen. Mr Shah makes a valid point in A Wednesday, “ We get used to things too fast”. We have the “chalta hai” attitude, which does not do good to fend off terror.
Well, we may not act, but we do have one simple option. Give the guy a bad death. The one he deserves. Let him die in a way so scary that no one else will ever dare to intrude our territory. My will to do something to stop these bastards is more than ever, and I will do as much as I can in the near future.
Lastly, supporting my friend's point, I may like to add something. An eye for an eye will make the world blind. So be it. Let us have an two eyes for an eye, a jaw for a tooth. I'd rather be blind than have myself butchered by these “messsengers of Him”.
Inquilab Zindabad.
Life, Thank You so very much :)
I just saw the video of this guy named nick Vujicic. Weird Russian name, even a weirder guy I must say. I came into the video complaining about long Resonance lectures, bad tests, horrible life et al. I was asking God why i didn't have an Adidas ball to kick, a Nike pair of shoes to wear, or an original Chelsea jersey to show off. I was asking God why I didn't live in some upscale area of town, why i was not a big big guy, why had rough hair, etc. I was effing cribbing about every little thing on my body, inside my body and outside too.
So here I was, waiting for a video to buffer, waiting for my cell to ring, and thinking about how cruel life was to me. How it had landed me in shitty classes with people who were mad for some entrance to some college and on and on. There were a thousand qualms in my mind regarding things from not being able to run fast to not being a good football player to what not. I basically sucked to myself, and seemingly to the rest of the world.
The video buffered. And approximately four minutes and eleven seconds later, the complaints were replaced by a welling heart and a regret that i ever had complains about a thing called Life.
Nick Vujicic (I'm not his advertising agent or anything. :P) , what a man! WHAT A MAN! :) Of the boundless tales of human potential I've heard, from Hercules lifting mountains to Lincoln changing the world, the story which most appealed to me in every way, almost moved me to tears was the one of Mr. Nick. I cribbed for not being able to play football well, this guy had no legs. I cribbed because i couldn't solve maths sums well or did not have a good handwriting, this guy had no hands. :'(
It's heartening to know how deep the valleys of human potential really are, and how high they can take you in Life. Life's small pranks usually may incite you to commit suicide, just relieve yourself by writing an “I Quit” on your wall, and then be treated like a hero by school going children. Fine, get your fancy. Die. It's rather simple to say an I QUIT than saying I WILL and rise like a phoenix out of your own burnt ashes! It's rather simple to strangle yourself with a piece of rope than just undo the rope that Life ties in it's test to Nirvana, it is rather simple to blame the world of treating you like an ass rather than stop being the ass you are. It takes courage mind you, more than just courage, it takes a will to stand up and say a duck off to those little gnawing griefs of life.
Life's small prank turned not-so-small for the big guy Nick Vujicic. Poor chap was born with a chicken drumstick for a leg and no hands at all. Today, he sports the biggest smile in the world. :')
I urge everyone to see the video on YouTube, not because I'm a big fan or something, but because i've become a devotee. :)
God sends these little children of his some day or the other to make you feel you are not just worthless shite, or just a piece of scum, but you are MEN! There's a lion roaring which you try to tame rather than let it roam free. There's a lot of happiness within you which you tend to keep hidden in the fear of losing it. That is not just the case, it's the other way round. Fortunately. :)
I'd like to tell only two lines from the video which i simply loved,
“.. I may not have hands, but i will always be able to hold your hand..”
“..Girls, You are gorgeous as you are! Boys, you are MEN!..”
He doesn't know i exist, he doesn't know he's just changed a life. All i want to say is Thank You Mr. Nick Vujicic, Thank you so very much. :')
So here I was, waiting for a video to buffer, waiting for my cell to ring, and thinking about how cruel life was to me. How it had landed me in shitty classes with people who were mad for some entrance to some college and on and on. There were a thousand qualms in my mind regarding things from not being able to run fast to not being a good football player to what not. I basically sucked to myself, and seemingly to the rest of the world.
The video buffered. And approximately four minutes and eleven seconds later, the complaints were replaced by a welling heart and a regret that i ever had complains about a thing called Life.
Nick Vujicic (I'm not his advertising agent or anything. :P) , what a man! WHAT A MAN! :) Of the boundless tales of human potential I've heard, from Hercules lifting mountains to Lincoln changing the world, the story which most appealed to me in every way, almost moved me to tears was the one of Mr. Nick. I cribbed for not being able to play football well, this guy had no legs. I cribbed because i couldn't solve maths sums well or did not have a good handwriting, this guy had no hands. :'(
It's heartening to know how deep the valleys of human potential really are, and how high they can take you in Life. Life's small pranks usually may incite you to commit suicide, just relieve yourself by writing an “I Quit” on your wall, and then be treated like a hero by school going children. Fine, get your fancy. Die. It's rather simple to say an I QUIT than saying I WILL and rise like a phoenix out of your own burnt ashes! It's rather simple to strangle yourself with a piece of rope than just undo the rope that Life ties in it's test to Nirvana, it is rather simple to blame the world of treating you like an ass rather than stop being the ass you are. It takes courage mind you, more than just courage, it takes a will to stand up and say a duck off to those little gnawing griefs of life.
Life's small prank turned not-so-small for the big guy Nick Vujicic. Poor chap was born with a chicken drumstick for a leg and no hands at all. Today, he sports the biggest smile in the world. :')
I urge everyone to see the video on YouTube, not because I'm a big fan or something, but because i've become a devotee. :)
God sends these little children of his some day or the other to make you feel you are not just worthless shite, or just a piece of scum, but you are MEN! There's a lion roaring which you try to tame rather than let it roam free. There's a lot of happiness within you which you tend to keep hidden in the fear of losing it. That is not just the case, it's the other way round. Fortunately. :)
I'd like to tell only two lines from the video which i simply loved,
“.. I may not have hands, but i will always be able to hold your hand..”
“..Girls, You are gorgeous as you are! Boys, you are MEN!..”
He doesn't know i exist, he doesn't know he's just changed a life. All i want to say is Thank You Mr. Nick Vujicic, Thank you so very much. :')
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