Greatness and beyond

Today d world has shrunk so much dat any1 in d whole wide world can read dis blog frm anywhere. And with this vast increase in communication, people r exposed to a lot more things that few people in previous generations would have even dreamed of. So..what does this all mean? What r d implications? D most common answer would b..increase in knowledge…globalization… etc… In the olden golden days, people had few options to choose from, fewer things to be aware of. In fact, they had only little of what we have today, except free time maybe ( 😉 ) Now..whatever you take, there r so many things 2 choose frm..so many options….The hidden implication is that it has created a hell lotta desires and goals for us. And television and mass media take it beyond a level 2 project images of heroes ‘n similar sorta assholes..

With so many options around, it does become a little confusing as to wat 2 select ‘n wat 2 become.. And as in the “Illusions” post, common man becomes so involved in illusions dat reality takes a big fucking break. I know that there is this latest bullshit fad about dreaming a lot. I believe even our president said something about dreaming a lot and dreaming big. But..hey…lets take a timeout here.. all dis fad stuff has encouraged ppl 2 bcom fucking daydreamers…idealists….in short.. ppl r bein fed crap…

I feel dat d real road 2 greatness is d ability 2 distinguish between 2 basic human tendencies : “desire” and “action”. Every single person dat walks on d face of dis earth…desires..s..every single person…der’s some saying dat goes –> “Desire is d root of all evil”….Now dat’s total bullcrap..’coz without desire…we arent wat v r…and even if we want 2 eliminate desire, in order 2 b free frm all fuckin evil…thnk abt it.. dat in itself is a desire…’n hence it must b evil… So dat saying…is nothing but a stupid contradiction 2 itself ‘n an anachronism. So…..everyone has desires..wats d big deal abt it???

All desires don get played out..In fact…the only desires (4get smalltime shitty desires) dat get played out r those of d ppl who dare 2 act 2wards achievin them.. idealists ‘n romantics do not have a place in this world..dey’re better suited 2 ritin novels ‘n story books…Reality is quite hard ‘n practical issues MUST b considered wen u wnt 2 succeed in life… d road 2 greatness is not built 4 u by someone else..maybe…ppl help u get der..bt wen it comes down 2 wat it is..its u who does all d hard work..rather..its u who HAS TO DO all d hard work…Never ever depend on luck.. Perfection is a tuff goal 2 achieve…but it is a worthwhile pursuit, nevertheless..

There r so many assholes out there who say…”Oooooooooohh….I want 2 b like him…I want 2 b like her…”..And d way these mindless minions imitate others is damn irritatin..and sad at d same time..Its ur unique personality dat sets u aside frm d others..K..drawin inspiration frm others is quite good..but imitation is fuckin pathetic..

D main difference between d ordinary ‘n d supposedly grt is their approach 2 d “desire-action” pair. Where common man is content 2 dream ‘n desire stuff…d great take it further..act 2 fulfill their desires ‘n dat goes a long long way…The will 2 act..no matter how grt d odds r against u.. d resolve 2 stand strong ‘n never lie down even after a fall..dat is grtness…dats wat sets u apart frm common ppl..and few ppl make it dat far….

Babies ‘n Kids…ooooh…U just cant luv em enuf

U ever noticed…..a tense situation..everyone’s got dat grim look on their faces….d whole atmosphere is like somethin’s gonna burst…And suddenly from outta nowhere…a kid r baby pops out ‘n does somethin funny..’n d whole room explodes into laughter..r at d very least…those grim faces brk out in2 grins.. yeah..kids ‘n babies..u never can hav enuf of them 😉 nor can ya luv them enuf.. jus imagine wat joy ya get wen u cuddle a lil baby.. r ruffle d hair of a kid..nw..dats some kinda joy..’n speakin 2 these wonders of nature..u could jus go on ‘n on ‘n on.. yeah..u can also hear these kids speak forever.. jus like d babble of a cute little brook….(damn..i’m gettin poetic..:-D) nywys..

wats it dat makes babies so damn adorable..tension relievin …’n all such stuff?? (Y d fuk do i need 2 analyze every single fuckin thing dat takes place arnd me?? damn..nywy..i got started..so..here v go…..) hmmmmmmm………….lemme c………..hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm……….jus abt everyone likes babies.. so it must b somethin deep inside us dats makin us smile ‘n grin…coz if it were somethin v acquired durin our process of growin up… d distribution wouldn b so great.. d answer most probably is.. v relate 2 our own childhood ‘n subconsciously try 2 picture ourselves in d place of these kids and start becomin all quaint ‘n cuddly…. these bring back hidden memories u thought that were lost down that long lane of time…(damn..i’m gettin kinda poetic yet again..) me feelin 2 lite headed 2 go on..

The bottom line is : we all love babies ‘n kids. Y? coz v try 2 put ourselves in their places and shower affection upon them.. (yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn..me goin off 2 sleep)

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Watchful eyes..Sensitive Noses..Well..Fuck them..Helping hands would’ve been better

I was returning to my room alone after an unsuccessful trip with one of my best friends to a bike company’s main office (the motherfuckin bastards didn yet see it fit 2 give me d friggin bike i won..nywy..rite now at d time of dis ritin..my gramps pushed arnd his weight a bit ‘n got thngs done..gonna get it 2morrw..yippee) by bus. The bus was crowded as usual. I was a bit angry with the way things had turned out that day and thinking about a million ways to torture those shitheads when……..A boy about my age..he was standing in front of me…started vomitting…he suddenly fell to the floor..
And by God..not a single heartless shit eating trash talking crap filled worthless asshole came to his aid.. As I bent down by his side, took him by the hand and held his head up from the vomit on which it was resting, I looked around and got damn angry. Not even the women had a kind word for him. In fact those whores got up from the seats, covered their noses with their sarees and moved away..(well..fuk u..u whores with rotten hair ridden cunts…his vomit probably smells better than ur 100 foot ass and a lot better than ur shit filled hearts.) And on top of all this, one guy started scoldin the poor boy. Well..I just pulled back my sleeves..flexed my muscles a bit..(idhellam kanduka koodadhu..its all in d game) stared at him and said..”Dai..otha..un velaya paaru da pottai.. vandhu kai koduka vakkila..perusa pesa vandhutan..un ditcha mooditu po”..lmao..Its kinda funny when I think of it now..He just backed off. The bitches..”Thambi…move him away from here..move him away from here…hold his hand..hold his head..”..hold his cock!! fuk u bitches… y don ya stop farting like hell and come gimme a hand..Anyway..I told one guy in the nearby seat to get up.
Thank God..he immediately obliged.. I made the boy sit there and asked him what his problem was. He told me that he’d gone to work pretty early in the morning and hadn’t eaten since then. He told me that he was fine and he’d grab a meal as soon as he got home. His stop came.. I asked him if he needed any money or whether I should get down along with him and take him home.. He graciously refused and said he’d do ok. He got up and just stumbled along..Hope he made it home..

What’s the whole damn world comin to??? X-(