Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Writing
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Doobie doobie doo...
Doobie doobie doo.
“There are none so old as those who have lost the enthusiasm for life.” Or so said thoreau.
Enthusiasm for life is difficult these days. I look around me, and what do I see? I see people, living like ants. With ants in their pants. Ants with ants in their pants.
I look around me, and people’s lives have become about going to work, to do a job they don’t really understand, to sell things they don’t really understand to people who they’ll never really understand. People like them.
You get up in the morninging. Brush your teeth. Take a dump. Drop your kidds off at the water park. Wash your bum (or wipe if you’re a whitey). Then you eat a breaky, or not. Who gives a shit. Works more important. Then you rush. To school, to work, to earn your daily bread. Who gives a shit if you trespass against your fellow men for the bread. You drink like, 30 cups of coffee at work, cos its free you know, and free stuff is good. (it keeps you quite quiet like they say. So what if your job sucks and your boss is a bitch... at least you got free coffee) Then you come back, adn you watch telly. Something about a bombing in iraq, or maoists in bengal or rakshi sawant selling her body and sole for a swaymwar.
Then you kiss your significant other goodnigt and you go to sleep. And then you do it again, the next day, over and ficking over. You know that you’re doing it over and over, and you know that its going to tap the sap from your soul, but you do it, cos you know you’ll get promotoed. You’ll get 10k more next year, and you’ll get the corner office one day. And who gives a shit if you become fat and tired and impotent.
So, where’s the enthusiasm for life? A twenty day holiday maybe... that’ll raise your enthusiasm levels for a while. Strengthen you, so you can have the courage to go back to the rat race.
Everyone is like that. Sometimes, it feels like we’ve forgotten to dream. And those of us who do dream... what do we dream of... fame... fortune... money... an lcd telly...
We;re like little ants. Except we’re not so little. Our goal is to feed the big machine.
What happened to sucking the joy out of every moment. And feeling excited about the moments that are to come, even if you don’t know what they bring. To facing life head on, and riding it, like a wave. Or have we become too old for that.
I felt it today, i felt the enthusiasm. I felt it like a rush. It came like a whirlwind, and took me up in it. All of a sudden, my soul was swept along, and waking dreams came to me, rushing at me, pommeling me, filling me with all kinds of happy emotions that I’d lost. I began to plot and plan, and the plots and plans werent real, tey were just designs, on how I would feel the world and take it all in and drink it like a drink churned from the sea. Woo hoo. I got all hubbllybubbly and i felt like I was higher than the ground.
Here’s when it happened. When driving in a bus, seat numer 15, window, from ranchi to tatanagar. Passed through a forest that I forgot the name of, but all of a sudden, i could see large green mountains. Filled with trees. They were everywhere. The moutnains big. Isolated from each other, not like the ones at home, and not like the himalays. They were jst standing there, facing each other, all shoulder to shoulder.
Mountains do it for me. They brought out this enthusiams from within me, and I suddenly wished I were walking amongs the trees. I wished I were tripping on the roots, and my boots sinking into the mud. I dreamt of putting up a hammock and spending the night there, with the animals for company. I couldn;t of course, so i dreamt it all.
And I thought of the himalayas. And how i would be there and soak them into every pore in my body, and fill my breath with himalayan air.
And then they ended, the moutnains. And then I saw people again. Cycling from work, riding home from scool, doing what they must, in place of doing what they should.
And the enthusiasm began to ebb... i could feel it. But i reaced in put a little dam, and stopped it from going further... the elation gave way... but the seeds remain. Life must be lived. And life must be loved.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Taking breaks.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Cheap travel in India
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Good things
That much, I know is true. And there are NO exceptions to that. If its not simple, its not good. Can apply to anything, friends, relationships, jobs, martial arts, food, people. Anything. And there is nobody in the world who can counter this (if they can, they're a little screwed in the head, and need to figure themselves out)
Friday, June 5, 2009
The craziest night ever - part 1
Drunk : and then, on the wedding night, you gotta be gentle. First she'll say 'no', so you don't force her, yea. Be gentle. Kiss her. Then you take her clothes off. And then you gotta be slow. Then when she lets you, you wrap her legs around your neck and then you do her.