Besides being a convenience, love is a topic that a person like me should not talk about much, why? Simple… because I’ve never really loved anyone, what I thought was love were merely fleeting visualizations of a perfect future with the ‘one’, you know the entire white picket fences and the vanilla sky over the patio kind of a thing. Till death do us part kind of a thing. But then, reality grips you – wake up boy! They are not your type, they wouldn’t pay a thought to the perfect little dream world you have been creating all this while in your mind – what they want in not something everlasting or beautiful, what they want is convenience, the convenience of having someone by their side (for safety, money, control) while they explore all the other wonders of the world, except the wonder of two people together in love.
And then you see the ‘one’ changing partner after partner with the effortless ease of a model changing dresses – a routine, nothing to stop and think about, all part of the game. One’s stupid little brain again rationalizes the entire scenario giving them the benefit of the doubt – “she’s not enjoying this either”, “she couldn’t possibly be happy with such a life”, “he’s not a good person, I’m sure she’s going out with him out of compulsion”, “she’s just lost, like me, that’s why we will be so good together”. And in that moment, you have started living in denial – girls just want to be happy they say, it doesn’t matter in who’s arms they find that happiness, and how many times those arms change in a short period of time… and one just stands there at the aisles, watching the show like it’s a twisted horror movie of human emotions gone wrong.
So what’s love then?
The one who stands at the corner and waits for a day when the dream will be realized with whoever is worthy enough for it…
Or the ones who chase love actively like an everlasting quest, one person at a time, like some kind of a robot who has to dismantle, taste and smell everything that moves before realizing it wasn’t love.
This is my entry for the SkullCandy India Contest, consider the chances. Bear with it, or if that’s not possible – beer with it, that should work!
What was the theme of the post again? What was the title? Ah screw it, it’s about the music, innit?
Umm, actually I’m not quite sure what goes here… I write customized content, collaboration is the name of the game, but since I’m guessing that saying – “they’re mine because they’re nice” is not going to suffice, I might as well rant and rave for a bit. I could go on by saying something like – “Music is my soul, my savior… I need music to see me through these winters”, but that’s just plain corny! Plus you know I already have a nice pair of earphones that I just got sometime back (review pending!), too much greed is not good – or is it?
The fact is that I have this unexplainable hunger that drives me, I never have, and in all likelihood never will be able to figure out what drives me; but since I’m here – in the now, writing this post – I figure it’s got be something about them candies. I love candies like Barney Stinson loves bimbos – to quote – “Candies make me happy. Candies make me feel alive. Candies make me want to pretend to be a better man. This whole thing with my present earphones was just a fling, but at the end of the day, my heart belongs to candy” (we’re talking about @skullcandy of course).
I love the way this post sounds – candy could be anything, it could be the girl I always liked but never had; it could be my mind that I fortunately/unfortunately left somewhere along the walk of life earlier than most people would do, it could be the thing I needed when I was down and out and beat up and left to survive on my own. OMG, are we getting EMO here? Get off my face candy – keep the distance.
Anyway, here’s why the candy (not just @skullcandy here – the ‘candy’ of life if you will!) is mine, in summary:
Because if it ain’t mine, it’s nobody’s.
Because if not about the candy, it’s about the candy chase.
Because it would make my existing candies look like #fail.
Because I can wait for quality candy, oh yes, quality precedes quantity.
Because candies are within our reach if we reach out.
Because it’s a great piece of technology (specifically for @skullcandy).
I can be candy’s b**** and brand evangelist if it gives itself up to me.
Because although I love candy, I don’t love it more than free lunches.
I think you’ll need some time to chew on that seriously demented and out-of-sync post. In the meantime I can always provide you some links that will allow you to get your candy if you want it NOW! Go get ‘em Candy!
How are you doing? Long time no see thankfully! First off, if you really believe they are going to send you 243$ for every third person who receives the forward… well then, you are a numb nut. What can I say?
There are clearly two possibilities
If it’s Microsoft doing this… shame on their part!
If it is not Microsoft, then, it is exactly what it says it’s not… fake and junk.
I have no idea which is worse, maybe your forwarding this crap like a moron is…
Louis CK: I just love this guy, he is positively insane without a shadow of doubt! He hates people, he’s sarcastic, his humor is self deprecating (although he does not leave other people either)… what’s not to like?
Jeff Dunham – OK, I know this is not really a stand-up act, it’s ventriloquism… but it is some of the funniest s*** I’ve ever seen. This clip is a particularly amazing one where he talks to this dead terrorist called Achmed. This DVD is called spark of insanity, a worthy buy.
Jerry Seinfeld – I thought the show Seinfeld was ‘OK’, and frankly didn’t get why people were so mad about Jerry, that is until I saw these. There are more episodes in this series in New York, all worthy of encores. Some parts are genuinely ‘WTF, ROFLMFAO’ kind of funny!
Kat Williams: Says about people who smoke weed – Happy, sleepy, hungry! That’s it!
Michael Loftus: I hope to order a DVD of this act soon, I can’t find it anywhere on the web! Anyhow, don’t miss the slow motion action he does at the end of the video, genius, to say the least!
A knock on the door is at most times enough to pull one’s thoughts back to the present situation, but not today; not while Brian saw the shine dying in Susan’s eyes until it almost reached a vacant state, he felt like a part inside him had died in the same moment – it’s a peculiar feeling, not something that can be put into words. The sirens that seemed to be moving towards him had reached a peak volume and were now numbed by the utter and complete emptiness that engulfed him. Knock again, louder this time – “Mr. Kasey? Anybody home?”
Rewind to six months back, Brian Kasey at just 26, had managed to create for himself a mode of living that was the envy of even some board members at his organization – Cascade Designs. His sometimes larger than life personality defects were happily overlooked by most, simply because of the creative energy and freshness he brought to the table. He started off at the organization about 4 years ago doing odd jobs like printing, labeling envelopes and setting up the presentation room before the commencement of a meeting. During one such meeting, he was naïve enough to assume that it is acceptable for a ‘coffee boy’ to contribute to a discussion where a consensus could not be reached. Not that he lacked knowledge, but the sheer grit of discussing a subject like ‘the impact of technology on print design’ in front of 300 delegates raised more than one instances of a misplaced scoff.
“What was that all about?” the question had a very sharp tone to it and Brian looked absolutely stumped at being asked this. Across the table were the Lawson brothers who started the firm back in 1983, and had seen it grow from two working desks in a not so opulent apartment in downtown Manhattan to a sprawling state-of-the-art complex in upstate New York, which attracted the best minds from leading design schools in the country every year. Few people know how they managed to achieve this, what matters though, is that they did. In this capitalistic society of our ends justify the means, whatever the means might be. Brian was at a loss, he had absolutely no idea how he was supposed to respond or what the question was about.
As he stood there now, the door brought down in front of him by NYPD cops and his beloved fiancé on the floor… he could not help but notice how numb he felt, it surprised him that he was approaching this unfortunate moment with such calmness, for a second he wondered if he was in a state of shock because of the overwhelming grief of seeing the only person he ever loved dead with no idea of how it happened. But no, his mind was racing now – who, why, why us, why me? Another person who did not look the least bit surprised was Detective Sterg, not because he knew something that Brian did not, but because the nature of his job. “We got a call about a fire in this house; this does not look like a fire to me – what happened here?” Brian hated when he did not have the answers. He hated feeling sad. Hate is a strong emotion, an emotion that can wreck havoc on not just on one’s mind but also on body systems. The calm façade finally gave way to an almost childlike horror on the face and onset of breathlessness; a panic attack had hit him. Although he did have a history of emotional disorders but he had not had a panic attack for a very long time now, the vision blurred, constricted and then nothing. Emptiness.
Go ahead, take a deep breath and hate me if you think that’s a wrong title for an article, go ahead and shout – “How could he say that smoking is cool?”. Well that’s what I was told, and guess what – the guy who told me that looked like the authority of cool with a capital C, with the eye piercings and the bad ass attitude – the “I want to be like him” guy. The proverbial grass is always greener on the other side they say, does that mean that that cool guy often wonders about how he’s traded his health and conscience for the cool factor?
Because even after three years of being a smoker, I have never ever told anyone “dude, check this out, smoking is the stuff”, because I know it’s not. In fact I feel sad when I hear someone say – “I should start smoking!”, or “I don’t want to miss out on it!”. You know what you’re missing out on? You’re missing out on bad breath, cough, a regular interruption in your life, and all the space in between where you’re either on a high nicotine crave or a headache, and lest I forget – a bundle of respiratory diseases all bundled into one neat and small package! Hey, they’ve even got in different shapes and sizes, and they’ve got the lights and the super lights and the super duper lights, right? What harm could they possibly do? Go ahead, one drag is pretty much all it takes, I bet you can’t wait.
There's your bonus package, hope you enjoy the incentives!
Why do you linger in the ashes of my dreams? It died, it’s dead – everything died so I could be reborn again, and so I was until you had to appear out of nowhere again – and you know I couldn’t stop the search. You’re like a poison wrapped in a sweet smelling bottle of scent.
Are you as naive and innocent as you are in my mind? No you’re not.
It’s just an illusion I love to harbor – to be the one to save you. But we both damn well know you need no saving.
All I ask is for you to never have been manifested in front of me, is that such a big thing to ask for? I’m stuck up and I can’t let it go – so I’ll complain, I’ll fill my self with unexplainable rage, I’ll keep my teeth clenched one more time, I’ll run out of breath and I’ll have the panic attacks… not once, not twice but however many times it takes me to go so numb that it doesn’t matter anymore, so that either I’M NOT HERE ANYMORE or YOU DON’T MATTER ANYMORE.
PS I’m your fool, I’m really hoping for the former.
Alright so this is not really that much of an original idea, in the sense that the ‘This I Believe (TIB)’ series was started by some hotshot author who’s name I don’t quite seem to remember – but here is my TIB list, hope he doesn’t sue me for this!
Karma exists, so think twice before you want to say that harsh word, or even think saying about that harsh word.
Life is a Sine Wave, so f****** get used to it; I hope you know what a sine wave looks like – that’s what maths was for remember?
Connections don’t matter, love doesn’t matter – what matters is that interaction in that moment, the moment of truth.
Humor can sail you through anything, anything at all; sarcastic humor, cynical humor, friendly humor – any humor!
If you read or remember 20 years later something that you said back in time, you’d go “what a jackass I was”, actually make that 10 years, no make it 5, and months not years!
Choice is an illusion created between those with power and those without – OK, it’s a quote by the Merovingian from the Matrix, but did you remember it?
I’m not sure what goes here?!
This space is for advertisements, you know $$$, I just gotta find some effing sponsors, interested?
There is an Exaile party on Saturday, and it’s gonna be awesome with a capital A – Woohoo
A brilliant idea marred by bad execution, this is our first totally ad-hoc, un-scripted, un-cut try at making a series of funny podcasts about “Mr. Bitch”, who’s motto is life is that – ‘he doesn’t bloody care’ about anything at work or home!
Don’t be too harsh now because I forgot my dialogues (there weren’t any actually), but we’ll try and make the next one better (I’m thinking suits and confrence rooms!)
A true INFP. I write for, and manage the online presence of @benifys. Into HR T&D. I'm more than you will ever figure out. Made my mistakes, will make more.
