Friday retrospect

There are certain times in life when all you want to do is comfort the person next to you, who is going through pain. And you can't. It's just another Monday. Just like the ones before it. Blue.
                                                                                                                               - Poison

Creators

I just saw these two people

who will now not improve

it will just be like this

and we will strive,

maybe in vain,

not to be like this

to our kids

                                   - Cat 

Nataraja

She has shriveled breasts
and bulging veins.
In place of white teeth,
empty cavities gape.
With ruddy hair on her belly,
a pair of fangs, knobby ankles and long shins,
the demon-woman wails at the desolate cremation ground
where our lord,
whose hanging matted hair
blows in all eight directions,
dances among the flames
and refreshes his limbs                                                             
                                                                                                     - Ramayana 
                                                                                                                         or Mahabharata

'Kafakaesque' yields this

You go to the city to see the law. Upon arrival outside the building, there is a guard who says "You may not pass without permission", you notice that the door is open, but it closed enough for you to not see anything (the law). 

You point out that you can easily go into the building, and the guard agrees. Rather than be disagreeable, however, you decide to wait until you have permission. 

You wait for many years, and when you're an old, shriveled wreck, you get yourself to ask: 

"During all the years I've waited here, no-one else has tried to pass in to see the law, why is this?", 
and the guard answers: 

"It is true that no-one else has passed here, that is because this door was always meant solely for you, but now, it is closed forever" 

He then proceeds to close the door and calmly walk away. 

Jingrongo's Story

Barely five minutes ago, he was seen walking down the aisle with not so much as a care in the world, hands in his pockets, humming a tune unique to his demography. Or is it geography ?
Two minutes later, he wet his pants and three minutes further on, he lay dead beside his puddle of urine. What led to this unfortunate turn of events forms the crux of our discussion here. The story, as it unfolded, shall be narrated by a friendly Crocodile.

The Croc's Story

Graaawp.... Me keel fees...... Me no tell story....Me sue you peepl for plagiarism....Me creator Stephen Pastis sue you lumpsome

This brings out a very odd situation. One where the author apparently doesn't know how to proceed further since words seem to appear all of a sudden, with him having no control over it.
His mind digresses. Sochi, *deleted girl's name #1*, *deleted girl's name #2*, petite tits, gropes, grapes, badminton and so on in an endless stream of visually compact memories.

Unanswered queries

Where do dreams come ? Where do they go ? Why don't we ever dream of taking a dump ? How about a 7 hour nightmare of having constipation. Will waking up make us happier ? Or will we wake up to be constipated ?
Where do broadband speeds come from ? Are they godsend ?  Or is it god-sent ?
Questions ? Why do I put a blank space before the question mark ?
What does this creation amount to ?
Is this a creation ?

A man dies. 

Morning Musing

Propaganda. A fancy word to say 'my version of the story'. I have a propaganda.You, sitting there with legs wide open, inviting, or not, have a propaganda. Even nations have propaganda. Its my propaganda versus yours, always. Which one can deceive and convince the most count of people is the sole question that matters. While propaganda is always about 'truth', it never really is. Hitler's men were engaged in the noble cause of 'wiping the earth clean of human-scum, ie, Jews'. The allied forces held up the 'humanitarian flag' as a cause.

You are likely to believe that Allied forces were 'right' in their quest. But you know so only because they were the victor. Lets imagine a parallel world where Hitler successfully managed to annex Russia and become the leader of the universe. He shall be credited with eradicating a diseased race of humans, amongst other laudable deeds,  who belonged to a certain coprophagic community called 'Jews'. They'd have become the most perverted of humankind; those who'd indulge in incestuous acts, propagate AIDS and so forth.

Back home, we have a blue-skinned, dove-eyed Lord Krishna. Our beloved god who'd romanticize with tens of thousands of beautiful girls, who believes that ethics and morality stand in the way of our ultimate target. We have temples singing praises day and night about this bloke. But couldn't he have been a dark-skinned tribal lord who happened to be on the right side of history, who'd fuck everything that moves in his sight, who'd give a fuck about everything else so long as his personal whims get fulfilled ?

United States of America, through the 60s and 70s and 80s and 90s were successfully able to sell their propaganda thanks, largely, to popular media. See Hollywood movies that end with US saving the world or US beating up burly, weird-looking, weird-speaking USSR blokes or, sometimes, women who look like weird blokes. But today, we know they are failing to hold up their premise. The PRISM, blackwater scams have all been brushed aside. Google won't yield any results. Movies that are made voicing anti-US sentiments are lauded by critics and then, buried from sight. Good work! Unfortunately, we won't be needing your services anymore. BAM! A Snowden later, their PRs must be working their asses off to cook up a new story or give a new perspective.

On a personal level, I keep stock of at least 6 propaganda so that, when time calls, I could be ready almost always. Anyway, I'll be on my way to office citing a guy who once wrote a book. 'It's not a lie if everybody believes it'

Tips on parenting #1

When the kid screams at the top of her voice, screaming back at the top of your voice shuts her up and makes her give you a look that says 'What the f!@# are you doing? Aren't you supposed to console me or somefin'

Push.

The force du grr rises up, like bile.
Reaches the tubes.
The Zen awakens,
folds his hands,
rises above land
Pushes it down,
to wherever it goes.

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Days are long

Nights I skip

Wawrinka

Radwanska

Polar Bear

The Kid's philosophy

Plan A: Try
Plan B: Cry