existence of life on the 3rd ROCK !!!

"i wish i could come back everyday from my thoroughly satisfying job , go for a jog , watch the BBC News , smile to myself as the news ended and think .. oh !! my whatever , its a wonderful life i have been blessed with and so let me go share it with the fellow residents of this planet .." .. said BlogInventor A..

then there was webLog !!

.. i jus can't bring myself to sit here and share with the Wierd Wide World , how i woke up and then i had to meet XY for brunch and how i got caught in traffic and how i ate my sandwich with my mouth open .. spilling sauce all over my new t-shirt i told u that i had recently bought [blog dated july 32nd 2004 A.D].

feels good to sound clever .. important, insightful .. like everything that goes inside that cranium of urs has a larger .. or perhaps the largest purpose than any other cranium u knew, saw or heard of ..

"narcissism is the source of existence on the third rock from the sun ..."

maybe thats what BlogInventor A said to himself ..

be nice !!!

yeah i know ... they taught me in school.. !!

it wasn't a bright sunny morning or a cool breezy one..it was sad, lonely and cold rainy morning .. dear mom and dad more exited than i was, to take their young offspring to a magical place , place where the "leeders" of morrow were made.. yeah first day at school .. they take pictures of the day , so that on a similar day in the future they would have something to talk about. how "he" faught with every fibre of his being not to go !!.

cried all the way !!..holding onto dad's hands , 'train of thought' or 'stream of consciousness' , concepts that would make u spend hours wondering about in another 13 to 14 years is a 404 at that age .. even as u r screaming vowels of pain,anguish,distress and discomfort , you find time to stomp across all the small puddles of water along the road ..!! it is a magnificent luxury to have an attention span so small that u could multi task your emotions so efficiently not because u want to but because u don't recognise them !!

.. wet mushy ground and a surprisingly upbeat surrounding , hundreds of people your size running around and jumping up and down, for a moment holding your daddy's hand u almost forget that half an hour ago u were crying u lungs out to stay the hell away from this very same place , yet the ego of a 4 year old is no way propotionate to his/her size or his/her age. its hard to admit u were wrong .. or its probably the fact that u don't know what the hell wrong or right is .. they haven't even taught u to spell tht damn thing yet ..

several minutes later by a swing ..
empty and swinging from recent activity.... in its vicinity would be a "kid in distress" .. belly down .. and head bobbing around to see if anyone noticed ..and slowly slithering through the mud and trying to get up .. !!
.. simple accident .. wet swing .. u sit on it .. u sometimes fall .. so i went, i saw, i sat, and then fell ... but didn cry !!

well .. about 10 minutes later i was found and rescued .. and had to spend the rest of the day half naked in a kitchen .. till my clothes dried ....

be nice !! yeah right !!!!!!!!!!!

so many things for people who ask "why ?" and so less to people who say "why ask ?" !!

no matter what i say .. no matter what i hear .. no matter how i hear or who tells it to me .. it never makes sense .. every moment of it .. every minute, second .. and then the hours and days ,. they all seem endlessly filled with question marks .?.?.

i do it over and over again .... i do it monday to friday and january to december .. one would think the abnormality of the situation should deter myself .. the extent to which it affects me is something i can not quantify for myself ..
i haven't read the book myself but have read about it , "FLATLANDERS" , a book about an universe or a system consisting only of 2 dimensional figures, i read that the books says that .. the flatlanders are so disturbed when a sphere shows up , and are unable to comprehend it, only for the reader to infer that the they just couldn't understand beyond what they were .. if that were the sad truth .. it truly is depressing to know !!

i wish i could say it and justify it .. irrefutable proof to the theory that our existense is only explained by our need to exist .. why isn't that reason enough to be ..

to be is to be ..
if that were so then why couldn't we attribute the same level of importance to "not to be" ..

never underestimate the predicatbility of stupidity !!!

tony's got a very good point there .. the one person other than an extremely thoughful and empowering on screen character that can actually realise the full extent of truth in that phrase is urself .. !! and that sure is true ..i guess it takes a quite a while before u can actually let go and starting bloggin what u really wanna say .. .. i hope i'll soon be there ..

dreams so real !!!!!

don't really wake up sweating or with a smile on my face ..its the sum total of the thoughts of a carefully constructed and socially pre-conditioned mind .. dreams so mundane , stale and lifeless that they almost seem real !!! ..

"putt the f**k and kill the sh$t for you ain't gonna get another chance"

not really a blog more like a blabb .. times when u have to say shit happens, it feels liberating to punch keys instead of thinking about it .. i know this isn't gonna last forever .. i know this is jus a passing phase .. yeah .. what isn't ?..

dark rooms and corner offices, that is how he described it to me .. summed it all up in 2 chunks, there is no rich,poor,smart,stupid,old,young.. it was jus the way u saw it coming ..i could feel better satisfaction out of reading the 14 pages of satre that i did manage to read.. student counsellors,"the succesful" ,therapists,uncle who doesn't give a shit, all of them could jus easily go ahead and say.. "don't let the bastards get u down ".. who are these bastards anyway ???

c.o.l.d !!!

Bad day at work ... !!!

Bad Day at a work !!
Reason they wouldn hire me again !!!!! .. and reason why i am starting to BLOG !!


-----Original Message-----
From: Colleague
To: Senior Employee
Cc: Me
Subject: RELOADED

hey so what about reloaded ... how was it ???
i read this review tht the movies sux bad..!! u guys watched it ??


-----Original Message-----
From: Senior Employee
To: Me
Cc: colleagues
Subject: RE: RELOADED

I say we should all boycott Part 3... calling this crap is an
understatement.
I'd rather there be only Part 1.


-----Original Message-----
From: Me
To: Senior Employee
Subject: RE: RELOADED

"you dun know wht the hell death is so why not die" .. that was the abstract of what socartes philosophised.... jus about the most stupid thing to most of those who are so magnificantly living their lives tryin to make it better every second.. there are those of us who lives our entire life without even asking or even wondering why we do the things we do and does it really matter..

in no way defending some half crack who spend 60 million to earn another triple score of that, the movie was made to make a few more of those to ask "why".. and it sure did its share i guess.. and to judge that in terms of the level of perfection of the third kick by Neo on the fourth scene is sad .. ppl jus do that.. both the movies express what the creators realised or are trying to, in the best possible way you could on a 70mm screen. watching the movie for any other reason than to satisy the sheer curiosity of why they asked the question and what they found out is pointless and in that case we should jus say matrix 1 was good.


"illusion,fantasy,dream and imagination are the only things that has bred this society from ages we know, nothing in life is real,nothing absolute. It as all made up by us, created, fabricated and put in a glass jar to suit our dreams, to visualise our illusions and imaginations. Most of these people are convinced enough to beleive in it and toil to improve that dream, to live for it and to perish without knowing how it feels to wake up in the middle of it , wanting so badly to know that it
was just a dream.."

this not the matrix but probably the average tuesday on jack's life...