Me, you and a stupid fellow

(another outcome of my idle time in office......)

Seeing the present consequences of the present world, I presently decided that the present need of the hour is to present a clear demarcation between you, me and the stupid fellow. You may question the authenticity of the question and why is it important to answer the question, but me does not care about the carings. Actually you and me both are interested in the stupid fellow. So how can it be demarcated that who is who. Me may be the stupid fellow or you may be the stupid fellow, but the point is that there is a stupid fellow.

In the land of darkness, there was a light. But since there was darkness, hence no one could see it. Not seeing it does not mean that there was no light. Everyone knew that there is light but light was needed to see it.

Millions cared for the millions and millions were cared by the millions, yet there were millions who did not care. And why should one care if he does not care?

So you must know by the proofs presented above, actually who are the stupid fellow. It is neither you nor me; it is the princess of Xanadu

Another day as a tourist…

I get up at 6 AM in the morning. Take a bath, apply the deodorant, dress up merrily in formals and by 7 AM I am sitting in the cab that takes me to the usual tourist spot.

Why usual? Because, I go there everyday. No I am not an idiot or a maniac. I am being paid to be there everyday. Still clueless, I am talking about my office. It has been four months but still the feeling of being a tourist has not vanished. I stand there, at times staring at men, at times at machines. I am an engineer, a mechanical engineer, but a factory and its machines don’t interest me any more than a tourist would be interested in them.

Sometimes I talk to workers, to ‘know’ things. Whenever I had done it, I have regretted. I am sure they must also have guessed that my curiosity is nothing more than of a tourist. My boss is training me and he is sure I am doing fine…so my tourism continues

Probably not the best thing to start with.....

Just finished reading ‘Catcher in the Rye’.

It really feels strange why we try to be ‘normal’. Why we cannot just be ourselves.
‘Phonies’ that is the word and world is full of them.
The price that we need to pay for living in this society is to follow the norms. No I am not complaining. It is custom I know, but accept it at least

Sometimes everything looks stupid, we live wearing masks. May be we are not able to recognize who really are.

Ever looked at mirror and wondered who the person in the image is? Try to recite your name, recite it slowly and think about the person

Have you ever felt the discomfort of silence, feeling of being lonely in a crowd.

Why we always need to fill companionship with words. Why the hell we need to smile, pretend to enjoy a conversation, ‘behave’. I want to come right in front of the face and say you are an idiot, can’t you remain silent, leave me alone…..or in American way; fuck off


Have you ever felt the fear of going to school, going to a party, fear of competing, fear of failure, fear of sympathy……. At times we all want to run away.

Don’t stare at me when I talk all this, I have still not gone mad.
Oh! this should not be talked. It is not normal.