Friday, November 13, 2009

Hohumdrumaticism.

Tired? Bored? Depressed? Job screwing you? Can't cook for nuts? Can't do shit about your most awesome non-existent sex life? Have marathon bouts of 'running' temperature and nose? Then here is the answer!

Errr.....two answers, actually.

One. You can pay me 10,000 dollars in cash and I shall give you the ultimate question.

Two. Take your dad down memory lane. I did it last weekend. Drove down to a town called Kakinada, where he grew up. Took pictures of his school, college, the place where he used to hang out, their house, etc.,etc.


I apologize to all the people out there who have cursed, ordered, requested, emailed, called, threatened me to write. But you know, what do you call it? Writer's block. Heh heh.

In other news, single men are better than married men. Because if you are married, your wife is doing everything for you apart from letting you have the idea that you are "responsible". Now, let's see you come back to that, Mr. X the Gyasshole (An asshole basically, unfortunately a gyani too.). (Whoa! Looks like I'm on a coining spree today!)

Ahem. My birthday came and went. Everybody else just came. As in, they arrived. Physically. Went to Golkonda, and was pleasantly surprised by N.K, taking us to the Nizam Saab's house. Nice jam, it was. Next time, let's go drunk. Maybe we'll sound better.

And yeah, this post is dedicated to Nisha and Ajit's wedding anniversary. Good on you guys, I'm sorry I'm a bit late (3 months, I think), but you know me.

OK. Now to A.C for the comment in "Arcane". Dude, let me tell you a small story, which might even be mine:

There was one a man. He had a job, a secure environment to live in (Not like me, I barely make ends meet and am struggling with only two cars and only one house and only two laptops and only one katana.....) and was generally the equivalent of what you might call a good bloke. And as is the general nature of this world, everything is expected to be hunky dory with all these good blokes.
But such was not the case with our man. There was always some unrest, some internal angst, some questions he needed answered to feel inner peace, which is basically the feeling that you should technically get after 4 rounds of JackD + coke followed by Vanilla ice-cream with hot chocolate sauce, but then, to each his own. So this guy one day says to himself, "fuck it all! I've had enough of this dreary meaningless mechanical existence!!! I want to live, but what is it to live? I will ask god." So, he promptly gave god a missed call as he was on a prepaid account and was a little hard pressed on credit, and, exactly after 57,624,9017, 34 missed calls, god called back. And so, our man asked god the meaning of his life. God paused. Our man asked him why he was there on earth, his purpose. God paused. The persistent protagonist that he was, he finally asked god, "Why was I born?". God got tired of pausing. He said, "Because your parents had sex."
QED.

In a world of mediocrity, excellence is a curse. In a relative world, absolute thought, a crime. Need I say more?

5 comments:

Unknown said...

I thought the second answer would be 42. ;-)

Unknown said...

Man, this was an awesome post Adi. I must have read it about 5 times. A good heady mixture of pink Floyd and George Orwell. " War is peace, freedom is slavery, ignorance is strength ". Fiction becomes reality. You get elected not because you are the right candidate but bcoz you are sexy. You are liked for your ignorance, an outcast if u r informed. U r selfish if you think about "your life" and nonchalant if u don't. An intentional dumbing down of self is required just to fit in. Don't know if it's a curse or a boon. I for one will still be at the crease in the final over, in pursuit of that proverbial six, a gentlemans Jack in one hand, a big f$@k you smile on my face and my boarding pass in the other. F$&k the bat, I will "will" the ball outside the boundary.

ks said...
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ks said...

Stumbled upon it, could not resist saying that it is good, boss.... May your thoughts be as wild then as is now

The Rambler said...

BBD: Sup homie? You will always will. I'm waiting for the day you will "will" a blog.

Kunal Sharma: Hello Mr. Sharma. Hope you have recovered. (You stumbled, remember?) Appreciate you liking my blog. This is my nonsense blog. I have another blog which makes completely sense, which is why I never write there. Heh heh. Cheers dude.