I once read that the only philosophical question that matters, is whether or not to commit suicide... I guess that makes me a philosopher. You can say it was my inheritance. Somehow, I think my problems are bigger than yours. Although my teeth are sharp, belly full, the heart is empty.
I try to slow my heart down and breathe the fire out of my lungs. They all have me for the fall guy. But as the vehicle comes to a dim thud, and the hand locks itself to the wheel, I wonder.....I wonder if the architect behind all of this was me. Maybe, maybe I had become what they all told me I would, A maniac. I only seek the most lighthearted and momentary digression. The briefest indulgent in automotive pleasure.
The wind rises, electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right. That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far, far away. I tell her I love her. The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she was running from.
Back to the wheel and the low moan of an impending vacation. I'd like two words on my tombstone: what if.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Part of the Plan
You see, words are part of the plan. Disguised in content, guileful in intentions. The plan eludes grasp, even to the one who apparently weaves it. People are made to conceive what they don't actually see, spinning images of color. In hindsight, why ?
Shouldn't one just move onto IPL and put some words about the brawl here. Atleast, years on, I'll get to know world had some place inside my head. But hey! that doesn't sell here. But Elsewhere, it makes billions. The only thing that seems to dilute a few of those pupils are sexual fantasies, frustrations and a few uninhibited sentences. But the bigger plan is an enigma. The purpose of the bigger plan is to elevate and transform into a middle-aged prodigy. But the time seems to be not so much amused by it. Smeagol inside the head points out roads and taverns where jewels hide but we all know how much of a fucking bastard Smeagol is.
Yes, Shashi Tharoor is an asshole. We all know that. Except for a lucid language pouring from his mouth, I never put that head of his in high regard. Thats why it rolled. Shashi remains shashi. If you already didn't know, "for each section in Section IV, you will be awarded 2 marks for each row in which you have darkened the bubble(s) corresponding to the correct answer".
The biggest hurdle the big plan faces is to keep everyone informed about the world from my perspective. And perspectives tweak, burn and die. At the moment, the world from this height seems to be an odd place to be in. Would prefer some place more civilised, where group sex and more perversive sexual intentions would be greeted upon, cheered and chanted for. Where men speak minds, more than words. Where men would bring down the Universities and turn their attention to more deserving topics; Love, sex aur Dhokha. Where each of us are proud leaders of our lives, licking and biting our way to pleasurable lives.
Alas! it is not to be. Me here, writing this bears testament to it. A complicated political movement has wrung upon my neck, tying the voice down. Public display of fantasies will trigger unpleasant phone calls, which otherwise will anyhow.
The truth you all should remember is that this is all part of the plan.
Shouldn't one just move onto IPL and put some words about the brawl here. Atleast, years on, I'll get to know world had some place inside my head. But hey! that doesn't sell here. But Elsewhere, it makes billions. The only thing that seems to dilute a few of those pupils are sexual fantasies, frustrations and a few uninhibited sentences. But the bigger plan is an enigma. The purpose of the bigger plan is to elevate and transform into a middle-aged prodigy. But the time seems to be not so much amused by it. Smeagol inside the head points out roads and taverns where jewels hide but we all know how much of a fucking bastard Smeagol is.
Yes, Shashi Tharoor is an asshole. We all know that. Except for a lucid language pouring from his mouth, I never put that head of his in high regard. Thats why it rolled. Shashi remains shashi. If you already didn't know, "for each section in Section IV, you will be awarded 2 marks for each row in which you have darkened the bubble(s) corresponding to the correct answer".
The biggest hurdle the big plan faces is to keep everyone informed about the world from my perspective. And perspectives tweak, burn and die. At the moment, the world from this height seems to be an odd place to be in. Would prefer some place more civilised, where group sex and more perversive sexual intentions would be greeted upon, cheered and chanted for. Where men speak minds, more than words. Where men would bring down the Universities and turn their attention to more deserving topics; Love, sex aur Dhokha. Where each of us are proud leaders of our lives, licking and biting our way to pleasurable lives.
Alas! it is not to be. Me here, writing this bears testament to it. A complicated political movement has wrung upon my neck, tying the voice down. Public display of fantasies will trigger unpleasant phone calls, which otherwise will anyhow.
The truth you all should remember is that this is all part of the plan.
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