You can be 24 and be a dud, and you can be 44 and be a bigger dud. If the duds get intoxicated they don’t become any the brighter. They become the nastier.
I have seen all sorts of them; they keep cropping up all over the place all the time. It doesn’t matter what they think about themselves, it doesn’t matter who their friends are, and it doesn’t matter if they know the rule-books by heart or by rote- a dud will always be a dud and would behave like a dud. It's the golden rule for the dud's own country The more incoherent they are the nastier they become.
May be they can't help themselves.
I have been watching a few duds and their cronies at work today. There’s a cheap thrill of doing evil running among them and they were reveling in it. They were all intoxicated, even the ladies. I don’t know if the ladies were really drunk or were drunk with something else.
It was the 24 year old dud who was spending money for the drinks, and because they are all duds and because they think that the world is with them they have put it all down in the middle of day and inside the workplace.
Among them there was this near-fifty dud. The dirt-pot would drink the whole ocean up if it is free. I have seen him coming to the office on all four- well may be not exactly, but he was not very far from it. I had wanted to kick the detestable leer of his face. But sadly I could not do it.
The idiot is in some way handicapped, I would end up in big trouble if I did that, so I had to curb the desire. The ‘twenty four’ guy was the worst, his bulk is tremendous, probably he was made to gobble up everything in his younger days and only a considerable amount of liquor would make all that bulk soak.
These are all duds but they know their enemy when they see one. I can’t but despise them, for the duds have made the place I am in into some filthy hole, it smells all round. They haven’t worked for a single day for the last twenty years or so, there has been nothing to show for these years other than a few blackened desks.
How could one suffer them? My disgust is visible and they don’t like it at all. They have bunched together and are planning something to do to me. They keep jabbering all the time. For the peace of the world, I would not mind it if somebody has put something in their mouth. At least there would be peace and quiet.
I have a serious doubt that the duds are reading what I am writing here. That hasn’t enlightened him about their own stench at all. Some have such thick skins that even a rhino would become ashamed of it.
Their current ploy is to pretend that everything I do is wrong; they really believe in it too. One can’t wonder at it, considering the kind of grey cells they have in their pate. If there is one bright thought in their skulls that’s about their own importance, this is getting bolstered by the ‘able’ help of the still greater idiots who find me against them. It’s all about some politics. The local organizations are definitely active in pulling the system down, so they would naturally come to these guys assistance.
With the kind of bedfellows these keep, the world won’t long survive.
I am planning to do caricatures on all of these interesting characters, by and by. They might not like it. But I might derive some pleasure out of it.
I know that the duds are expecting these lines. One has to give the fools what they want, otherwise they would become pissed, and as you know, you can do anything in the world, but you do not scratch your nose in front of the dumb!
Cheerio
Monday, March 7, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Bum's for Hire
Goons mostly do not have much intelligence, but they do have a bit of cunning and that’s what their use is! Oh they are the simplest of men, you know, they are satisfied with what they have, that is, a senseless desire to ‘help’ others to the determent of all those who are on the other side of the person being helped. And what help! They would pawn their very own to ‘help’ their godfathers. It would not look like a sacrifice to them.
It’s an easy lot, those of the controllers. They have only to get hold of some of these sorry wastrels and make use of them by giving them ideas. You and I could not do it, for we don’t know the strings to pull. If we knew we would succeed as well.
Then we will get muscles for hire, with no brains to back it, what you instruct them to do they will do, for you see, they are the most obedient of all animals. You would be surprised how many such weak brained morons are out there waiting if you have the right kind of credentials. You need to be evil through and through and need to get it across to these thick skulled Neanderthals. The weak has a strange fascination for evil. They can’t cook it up from themselves. They need a host mechanism to hook up to satisfy their vicarious urges. .
Well there is this cute guy that I know; he is the most mannerly of all, only that he has this strange weakness for goons. He can’t help it. Without them and without a bit of manipulating and devilry he can’t live. May be its not his fault, maybe it’s how he is made. No one can deny their own antecedents can they? Even if one tries to conceal it, it comes out. There is something in genetics no doubt.
His weakness is made use of by certain pusillanimous dotards in power because these useless beings believe that the only way power can be exercised is through coercion. I happen to know one such sentient being. To him every one else is no good and he alone is worthy. Worthy of what you may ask. Worthy to lead probably. The coward has had some luck in his life. By a strange intervention of circumstance he has been elevated to a place somewhat accidentally at a comparatively younger age.
The only skill he seems to posses for the job is a long memory. He remembers all the wrongs he has been subjected to, mostly these wrongs are a creation of his imagination. Somebody has made him a chump once upon a time. He changes color whenever he sees that guy now. He would not look straight because he can’t face anything directly. I have often thought the guy has something very feminine in him. May be that illness is making him very bitchy and if it is so, he can’t be blamed for what he does. No wonder he has become a patsy.
May be it’s the weak who acts through agents. This guy is so paranoid that he has made every job an act of vendetta. May be there is a deep rooted sado-masochist tendency in him. Probably others know about it too and are making use of it for their benefit.
His present working style seems to be that of providing benefits for the goons that others are supplying to him. They are doing it out of a respect and an inborn evil leaning and a strange and mirthless conceit. Anyway, the cute ‘mother’ and her children are doing fine now; they have almost finished the institution of.
It’s an easy lot, those of the controllers. They have only to get hold of some of these sorry wastrels and make use of them by giving them ideas. You and I could not do it, for we don’t know the strings to pull. If we knew we would succeed as well.
Then we will get muscles for hire, with no brains to back it, what you instruct them to do they will do, for you see, they are the most obedient of all animals. You would be surprised how many such weak brained morons are out there waiting if you have the right kind of credentials. You need to be evil through and through and need to get it across to these thick skulled Neanderthals. The weak has a strange fascination for evil. They can’t cook it up from themselves. They need a host mechanism to hook up to satisfy their vicarious urges. .
Well there is this cute guy that I know; he is the most mannerly of all, only that he has this strange weakness for goons. He can’t help it. Without them and without a bit of manipulating and devilry he can’t live. May be its not his fault, maybe it’s how he is made. No one can deny their own antecedents can they? Even if one tries to conceal it, it comes out. There is something in genetics no doubt.
His weakness is made use of by certain pusillanimous dotards in power because these useless beings believe that the only way power can be exercised is through coercion. I happen to know one such sentient being. To him every one else is no good and he alone is worthy. Worthy of what you may ask. Worthy to lead probably. The coward has had some luck in his life. By a strange intervention of circumstance he has been elevated to a place somewhat accidentally at a comparatively younger age.
The only skill he seems to posses for the job is a long memory. He remembers all the wrongs he has been subjected to, mostly these wrongs are a creation of his imagination. Somebody has made him a chump once upon a time. He changes color whenever he sees that guy now. He would not look straight because he can’t face anything directly. I have often thought the guy has something very feminine in him. May be that illness is making him very bitchy and if it is so, he can’t be blamed for what he does. No wonder he has become a patsy.
May be it’s the weak who acts through agents. This guy is so paranoid that he has made every job an act of vendetta. May be there is a deep rooted sado-masochist tendency in him. Probably others know about it too and are making use of it for their benefit.
His present working style seems to be that of providing benefits for the goons that others are supplying to him. They are doing it out of a respect and an inborn evil leaning and a strange and mirthless conceit. Anyway, the cute ‘mother’ and her children are doing fine now; they have almost finished the institution of.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Stray Thoughts
When the mind lies vacant ideas enter into it through doors unseen. These doors lie unheeded in the subconscious, and correspond to the survival or sex instincts in man. These are primal instincts and are the most powerful that a person has. When some incoming thought targets this part of the brain there is little resistance and the mind becomes susceptible to be influenced dangerously. May be with a little help from intoxicants such thoughts and feelings could place one in compromising situations.
There is something in the saying that an idle mind is the play ground of the devil. The devil being the sum total of the basic urges that one has. When it takes over only destruction could be generated and nothing else. These annihilations could take many forms. Some could be mental, some could be physical and some may even have social ramifications.
Thus idleness becomes a sin against us and the world. It is not safe to be idle in mind. Yet most of us are like that and get lured in by the trickster at all times.
It is curious that the devil is called trickster amongst other names in the Judeo-Christian tradition. May be there is some sense in it. He tricks people into his domain and makes uses of them to undo what the good sense has done to make our lives better.
It may be well to say things like this, that there is an unseen realm within the consciousness and it can be influenced by even stray thoughts relating to certain aspects of man and can become the undoing of us in the end. But what could be the reason for it, what causes this chink in us? Are we born weak or is it some burden that we have accumulated in the course of the long evolution that we had?
There are no answers. What is within? What are these animal urges and fears and passions that get to us when something cracks in us? There is any number of instances of irrational things that we do when in the throes of such emotions. Are they emotions even or are they something subterranean trying to get upper-hand and show us it’s superior.
At those times we are not much different from the madmen. Nothing we do then would make sense. But even otherwise we are not much better than animal or robots. We are either programmed by the society or are quite outside it and would have no conscience to speak of.
Sometimes, I don’t know what to make of man
There is something in the saying that an idle mind is the play ground of the devil. The devil being the sum total of the basic urges that one has. When it takes over only destruction could be generated and nothing else. These annihilations could take many forms. Some could be mental, some could be physical and some may even have social ramifications.
Thus idleness becomes a sin against us and the world. It is not safe to be idle in mind. Yet most of us are like that and get lured in by the trickster at all times.
It is curious that the devil is called trickster amongst other names in the Judeo-Christian tradition. May be there is some sense in it. He tricks people into his domain and makes uses of them to undo what the good sense has done to make our lives better.
It may be well to say things like this, that there is an unseen realm within the consciousness and it can be influenced by even stray thoughts relating to certain aspects of man and can become the undoing of us in the end. But what could be the reason for it, what causes this chink in us? Are we born weak or is it some burden that we have accumulated in the course of the long evolution that we had?
There are no answers. What is within? What are these animal urges and fears and passions that get to us when something cracks in us? There is any number of instances of irrational things that we do when in the throes of such emotions. Are they emotions even or are they something subterranean trying to get upper-hand and show us it’s superior.
At those times we are not much different from the madmen. Nothing we do then would make sense. But even otherwise we are not much better than animal or robots. We are either programmed by the society or are quite outside it and would have no conscience to speak of.
Sometimes, I don’t know what to make of man
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Loving to hate
Hate is a continent where sun never sets. The glare is so fierce that most of us would sneak out of the land the moment we get in. But some would remain there till they become prey to worms. They like it there, everything is so uncertain, there’s no shortage of events, there’s no shortage of friends. Birds of the same feather may or may not flock together, but birds of hate invariably do. Its hectic, it’s all very feverish and tense in that strange land.
Some like that type of existence. They can’t be blamed for their liking too. It sort of drives away the tedium of life from them. One would never get bored there. One might get defiled but never bored, that’s guaranteed.
Even the best of us have ventured into that sphere sometime or other, May be its something in us that made us do that, Most of the times that is the case with the normal kind of man. He stumbles against some unbelievable and dumb acts of insensitivity and gets incensed and takes off to this land he had been hearing all his life. The terrain is vile, the scenery is wicked, and so the decent scoots after a while.
All the wins fashioned out in that region would have an incredible odor of dirt. To some it’s suffocating, they can’t bear the stench, yet there are deadly pragmatists out there too. They get excited with the stink and revel in it.
It’s the most easy to find of all lands. Isn’t it strange how people become selfless in their selfishness? They may have a hundred reservations about the guys who are willing to help them to put their enemies down; they might quake within thinking of the kind of guys they are keeping company with. But all that would not prevent them from exerting themselves to the limit in protecting these same monsters if the occasion arises. By comparison the other party might prove to be the most harmless of beings.
Well that is how these things work out. Even harmlessness might generate hostility. The other guy has crossed them in some way, so the guy must have motives for everything that he does when they are around. It does not matter if the guy was right at that one time he came up against them. It’s not the right or wrong that hurts most, it’s the feeling of being done in in some way. Everyone knows how such feelings are, they would not let us sleep, they would not let us think straight. It’s like one has lost ones freedom to live.
That’s how some come in to the weird land of hate. But there are some purebred’s in there too, they doesn’t need any cause to take someone down. It’s a feeling in their blood, like Iago they are against all human virtues. To them such things are nonexistent. The hunter would never see the world through the eyes of its prey.
I wonder what made me think about all these, may be there’s reason or maybe there’s not.
Some like that type of existence. They can’t be blamed for their liking too. It sort of drives away the tedium of life from them. One would never get bored there. One might get defiled but never bored, that’s guaranteed.
Even the best of us have ventured into that sphere sometime or other, May be its something in us that made us do that, Most of the times that is the case with the normal kind of man. He stumbles against some unbelievable and dumb acts of insensitivity and gets incensed and takes off to this land he had been hearing all his life. The terrain is vile, the scenery is wicked, and so the decent scoots after a while.
All the wins fashioned out in that region would have an incredible odor of dirt. To some it’s suffocating, they can’t bear the stench, yet there are deadly pragmatists out there too. They get excited with the stink and revel in it.
It’s the most easy to find of all lands. Isn’t it strange how people become selfless in their selfishness? They may have a hundred reservations about the guys who are willing to help them to put their enemies down; they might quake within thinking of the kind of guys they are keeping company with. But all that would not prevent them from exerting themselves to the limit in protecting these same monsters if the occasion arises. By comparison the other party might prove to be the most harmless of beings.
Well that is how these things work out. Even harmlessness might generate hostility. The other guy has crossed them in some way, so the guy must have motives for everything that he does when they are around. It does not matter if the guy was right at that one time he came up against them. It’s not the right or wrong that hurts most, it’s the feeling of being done in in some way. Everyone knows how such feelings are, they would not let us sleep, they would not let us think straight. It’s like one has lost ones freedom to live.
That’s how some come in to the weird land of hate. But there are some purebred’s in there too, they doesn’t need any cause to take someone down. It’s a feeling in their blood, like Iago they are against all human virtues. To them such things are nonexistent. The hunter would never see the world through the eyes of its prey.
I wonder what made me think about all these, may be there’s reason or maybe there’s not.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Of a game one should hate
I am sadly all agog now and it’s unbearable. The Cricket World cup is just around the corner and we are going to win it, or so our caps Dhoni say. No wonder I can’t stand the tension. We had nothing like the ‘Idiot box’ to break our hearts in that distant and romantic 1983 and that was the only time we won it. We still are mostly in the dark about what guys like Sreeskant and Patil and Sastri did out there. They were capable of doing the weirdest of things no doubt and probably did it to. But we were luckily spared the indignity of seeing all that.
Now the things have changed and everything including the silly dances of Sreesanth is all out there for everyone to see. The kid is not above crying too, if it came to that. Then there is that ‘immortal’ Baji around. Anything can happen with that one. Saheer is not much behind and there are guys like Uvraj ( he is very free with his words if not with his sixes) ,Raina ( This gentleman has got the greatest respect for the rising ball, he freezes whenever one such come along) and the flying guy like nehra ( his balls sadly doesn’t fly. But his mind does it seems.)
I am only glad that Uthappa and Sharma is not in the team, they were having a good time with each other the other day in Duleep Trophy. The Umpire had to break them off. There was great pointing of fingers and slamming of chests and glaring of eyes.
As you know excitement is the one thing one should not have. You can have money, muscle, and even a mackintosh; you can have Marcus Aurelius, Mysore Palace and if worse comes to worst a moustache even, but not excitement. Well no, no, not ever.
The reason? Excitement befuddles the brain and makes you susceptible to the attacks by everything on the earth- Man, beast, mumbo-jumbo and mimicry, you name it. It’s unbelievable; it’s the worst place on earth. You are all open like a football team on field without a goal keeper and if you are football fan that’s as worse as it gets.
Hope the guys won’t make us want to cry once again. Dhoni seems kind of cool. He might pull it off this time, unless the South African’s or the Aussies don’t upstage him.
Now the things have changed and everything including the silly dances of Sreesanth is all out there for everyone to see. The kid is not above crying too, if it came to that. Then there is that ‘immortal’ Baji around. Anything can happen with that one. Saheer is not much behind and there are guys like Uvraj ( he is very free with his words if not with his sixes) ,Raina ( This gentleman has got the greatest respect for the rising ball, he freezes whenever one such come along) and the flying guy like nehra ( his balls sadly doesn’t fly. But his mind does it seems.)
I am only glad that Uthappa and Sharma is not in the team, they were having a good time with each other the other day in Duleep Trophy. The Umpire had to break them off. There was great pointing of fingers and slamming of chests and glaring of eyes.
As you know excitement is the one thing one should not have. You can have money, muscle, and even a mackintosh; you can have Marcus Aurelius, Mysore Palace and if worse comes to worst a moustache even, but not excitement. Well no, no, not ever.
The reason? Excitement befuddles the brain and makes you susceptible to the attacks by everything on the earth- Man, beast, mumbo-jumbo and mimicry, you name it. It’s unbelievable; it’s the worst place on earth. You are all open like a football team on field without a goal keeper and if you are football fan that’s as worse as it gets.
Hope the guys won’t make us want to cry once again. Dhoni seems kind of cool. He might pull it off this time, unless the South African’s or the Aussies don’t upstage him.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Nice is in France
Yeah, it’s so. One gets deluded into believing that there are nice people in the world or at least most of the people have their nice sides. Well you know what, you could not be dumber! There is none like that in the whole wide universe. Search and you will find out for yourself.
Search? Yeah search, can’t you put in a little bit of labor into what you want to learn. Aw, come on guys!
It is not the “seek and ye shall find” type of saying that I have in mind when saying this. The Christ may have meant only good things by it. The poor guy, other than being a little partial to the people he was born to; he had little bad qualities to speak of. But the saying is not anyway bad.
It is true about all other things too. If you seek enough, you would find the god or the devil or both at the same time. I must say that it is easier to find god than the devil in these times. Getting to god does not take all that long for we have been spoon fed how to do it from the childhood onward. Some say that this is done by the agents of the devil to create mischief and protect his subjects.
I would not go into that. Everybody has a right to believe in what they think fit and what they believe to be true. But fact remains, it is not easy to find the perennial trickster anywhere in the universe. You might believe that you are quite qualified to have a tête-à-tête with Lucifer, but it takes some real doing in our world. I believe it is not because any fault of the devil himself. He is probably frightened of the people that he has been given to seduce.
The honest fact is that some of my compatriots could easily seduce devil if they could once find him. That is the hardest part. He is not to be seen anywhere in person. May be he has been absorbed into those of his adherents by now. But I have my doubts on this. From what we learn about him, he is not such a bad sort. He is even constant to his companions and is said to be very protective of them. Otherwise the legions would not follow him from heaven to hell. There must have been something good in the guy after all.
Anyway he is not to be found anywhere now. My compatriots, they have not been slack in seeking the guy; in fact they are at it most of their time. May be that is why he is keeping away from the globe and is planning to send a request to god asking to be re assigned to some lesser worlds where people are yet to develop their ‘evil’ to this level. Even the devil can only take that much.
I say, god is easy, while the other guy is tough to locate. For one thing there are no methods or treatises on how to realize evil and the devil. Even satanic cultists envisage him as something benign. I must say that these guys are rather innocent and they would only have to check out the local celebrity to locate a better model in bad deeds if they really care about it. If the Satan, to them, is only a substitute for god it becomes only a fad and would do them little good other than having the satisfaction that they belong to some sort of an exotic church.
If you want I can suggest any number of guys who would shine better than the hoofed and horned entity of which they speak of in the Old Testament. I have been dealing with then in and out all my lives. There are some specimens nearby at this time too. You need only ask, I shall point them out to you one by one. Don’t be disappointed if they look like men, they are, they even speak like god, as I said that part comes very easy, we have been trained to do so all our lives, but make no mistake about it, they could drive the fear of god into any master devil that is out there.
I have been often taken in by their manners and smooth words and even tears. Not that it often clouds my judgment where my duty is concerned. I manage to hold on to my ideas even in the background of terrible pressures from the super devils. But on the levels of human emotions I may have some weakness. These congenital heirs to evil know how to make use of this chink in my armor. You would be led through the dumbest of paths and would only realize that you are done in for after you have had it good and proper.
Search? Yeah search, can’t you put in a little bit of labor into what you want to learn. Aw, come on guys!
It is not the “seek and ye shall find” type of saying that I have in mind when saying this. The Christ may have meant only good things by it. The poor guy, other than being a little partial to the people he was born to; he had little bad qualities to speak of. But the saying is not anyway bad.
It is true about all other things too. If you seek enough, you would find the god or the devil or both at the same time. I must say that it is easier to find god than the devil in these times. Getting to god does not take all that long for we have been spoon fed how to do it from the childhood onward. Some say that this is done by the agents of the devil to create mischief and protect his subjects.
I would not go into that. Everybody has a right to believe in what they think fit and what they believe to be true. But fact remains, it is not easy to find the perennial trickster anywhere in the universe. You might believe that you are quite qualified to have a tête-à-tête with Lucifer, but it takes some real doing in our world. I believe it is not because any fault of the devil himself. He is probably frightened of the people that he has been given to seduce.
The honest fact is that some of my compatriots could easily seduce devil if they could once find him. That is the hardest part. He is not to be seen anywhere in person. May be he has been absorbed into those of his adherents by now. But I have my doubts on this. From what we learn about him, he is not such a bad sort. He is even constant to his companions and is said to be very protective of them. Otherwise the legions would not follow him from heaven to hell. There must have been something good in the guy after all.
Anyway he is not to be found anywhere now. My compatriots, they have not been slack in seeking the guy; in fact they are at it most of their time. May be that is why he is keeping away from the globe and is planning to send a request to god asking to be re assigned to some lesser worlds where people are yet to develop their ‘evil’ to this level. Even the devil can only take that much.
I say, god is easy, while the other guy is tough to locate. For one thing there are no methods or treatises on how to realize evil and the devil. Even satanic cultists envisage him as something benign. I must say that these guys are rather innocent and they would only have to check out the local celebrity to locate a better model in bad deeds if they really care about it. If the Satan, to them, is only a substitute for god it becomes only a fad and would do them little good other than having the satisfaction that they belong to some sort of an exotic church.
If you want I can suggest any number of guys who would shine better than the hoofed and horned entity of which they speak of in the Old Testament. I have been dealing with then in and out all my lives. There are some specimens nearby at this time too. You need only ask, I shall point them out to you one by one. Don’t be disappointed if they look like men, they are, they even speak like god, as I said that part comes very easy, we have been trained to do so all our lives, but make no mistake about it, they could drive the fear of god into any master devil that is out there.
I have been often taken in by their manners and smooth words and even tears. Not that it often clouds my judgment where my duty is concerned. I manage to hold on to my ideas even in the background of terrible pressures from the super devils. But on the levels of human emotions I may have some weakness. These congenital heirs to evil know how to make use of this chink in my armor. You would be led through the dumbest of paths and would only realize that you are done in for after you have had it good and proper.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Our this guy
Know what Rules are for? Oh, I forget you are no clairvoyant; you can’t guess what’s in my mind. No problem friend, that’s how things are. Nobody is blaming you.
We are all in the same boat. We mostly stumble along, not knowing what’s happening around us. May be there are some among you who think otherwise, that they know everything that’s going around them. They are dreamers, they know dogs hit about what they are saying.
Still you find them adamant? Ask them this, how many times did they blink on a given day, okay forget it, ask them how many times they did that in the last minute. The moment you ask them that, they would start calling you names and would be trying to put you down in any way they can. For they don’t know! We wouldn’t know too.
The point is people know dog shit about themselves and others. If you can just imagine the kind of things that’s happening at this very moment in your own sweet little body unknown to you, you would start looking a bit disillusioned about your own grasp of things and your own importance in the world. Admitted, it’s very nice having grand ideas about yourself. In the hard world they don’t work most of the time sadly.
No one knows what is in others mind. (There is mostly nothing in it most of the time. And whenever there is something that’s all bad) There were a few exceptions, like Auguste Dupin and Sherlock Holms. Sadly both of them were fictitious.
We are a bit fictitious too. It’s no wonder we are like that, for if we take a good look at the contents of our mind at any given moment we would give everything up and would search for a way to end this misery that we call our lives. So we weave dreams about us, about our importance in the world and the sad fact that others are not as important as ourselves.
This was what our guy was doing too. He is not very intelligent (well who is). But that doesn’t stop one from learning rules by heart would it. No, it wouldn’t. He had created a world of Rules within which he was lord.
So what are Rules for?
Rules are for this our guy. They are made for no other purpose than this our guy would learn them and others would flock to him to have an insight to them. So you see, the rules have a purpose, it is there to boost the ego of this our guy.
And who is this guy? He is nothing; he is just a puny weenie individual in a sad and misshapen world who has found a use for himself. He learns every rule that has any importance in his line of work and is only happy to serve others with it. The guy yearn for recognition, he is crazy about it.
Because all others in the line are a bit lazy and have forgotten how to learn things by heart, they make use of this guy and sit passively around when our guy makes hay while the artificial lighting of rules shine.
There are some whispers too, that the guy has not turned in a daze real work till today. He is said to be in charge of some survey work for the last couple of decades and have never been in the field. What are you saying friend, would such talents be forced to survey anything other than the others ignorance of the mighty Rules.
I have been watching the strange airs that the guy gives himself for the last few days and could not get rid of the itch to say something about it. Well you know in an ancient treatise there is this dread pronouncement:
“Swadharman nidhanam sreya
Paradharman bhayavaha”
It only means this:
“The duty that falls to our lot, would always bring prosperity
While that of others (if we do them) is cause for fear”
Elaborated it means that, we are given certain responsibilities by the world after due consideration of our worth and doing that would only better us, but if we shirk those and tries to usurp to things that belongs to others we would soon end up in trouble.
Well our guy wouldn’t understand that would he? He has currently support from the right quarters, not because of any of his worth but because these guy are inept and lazy.
We are all in the same boat. We mostly stumble along, not knowing what’s happening around us. May be there are some among you who think otherwise, that they know everything that’s going around them. They are dreamers, they know dogs hit about what they are saying.
Still you find them adamant? Ask them this, how many times did they blink on a given day, okay forget it, ask them how many times they did that in the last minute. The moment you ask them that, they would start calling you names and would be trying to put you down in any way they can. For they don’t know! We wouldn’t know too.
The point is people know dog shit about themselves and others. If you can just imagine the kind of things that’s happening at this very moment in your own sweet little body unknown to you, you would start looking a bit disillusioned about your own grasp of things and your own importance in the world. Admitted, it’s very nice having grand ideas about yourself. In the hard world they don’t work most of the time sadly.
No one knows what is in others mind. (There is mostly nothing in it most of the time. And whenever there is something that’s all bad) There were a few exceptions, like Auguste Dupin and Sherlock Holms. Sadly both of them were fictitious.
We are a bit fictitious too. It’s no wonder we are like that, for if we take a good look at the contents of our mind at any given moment we would give everything up and would search for a way to end this misery that we call our lives. So we weave dreams about us, about our importance in the world and the sad fact that others are not as important as ourselves.
This was what our guy was doing too. He is not very intelligent (well who is). But that doesn’t stop one from learning rules by heart would it. No, it wouldn’t. He had created a world of Rules within which he was lord.
So what are Rules for?
Rules are for this our guy. They are made for no other purpose than this our guy would learn them and others would flock to him to have an insight to them. So you see, the rules have a purpose, it is there to boost the ego of this our guy.
And who is this guy? He is nothing; he is just a puny weenie individual in a sad and misshapen world who has found a use for himself. He learns every rule that has any importance in his line of work and is only happy to serve others with it. The guy yearn for recognition, he is crazy about it.
Because all others in the line are a bit lazy and have forgotten how to learn things by heart, they make use of this guy and sit passively around when our guy makes hay while the artificial lighting of rules shine.
There are some whispers too, that the guy has not turned in a daze real work till today. He is said to be in charge of some survey work for the last couple of decades and have never been in the field. What are you saying friend, would such talents be forced to survey anything other than the others ignorance of the mighty Rules.
I have been watching the strange airs that the guy gives himself for the last few days and could not get rid of the itch to say something about it. Well you know in an ancient treatise there is this dread pronouncement:
“Swadharman nidhanam sreya
Paradharman bhayavaha”
It only means this:
“The duty that falls to our lot, would always bring prosperity
While that of others (if we do them) is cause for fear”
Elaborated it means that, we are given certain responsibilities by the world after due consideration of our worth and doing that would only better us, but if we shirk those and tries to usurp to things that belongs to others we would soon end up in trouble.
Well our guy wouldn’t understand that would he? He has currently support from the right quarters, not because of any of his worth but because these guy are inept and lazy.
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