You..!

Before anybody begins to read, I want to ensure that everyone understands that what follows, in bold italics, is not something that I have written, it is something that I found in the vast expanse of the internet, quite a long time ago, and it is something I just wanted to share. It is a passage both wondrous and thought provoking-->


"In the lingering moments before you die, your body releases DMT. The same drug that makes you dream. The same drug found in every living creature. It’s not an evolutionary trick to make you survive. Your body is choosing to release this drug now because it believes your fate its too grim for you to comprehend. So you dream. You dream that everything will be fine. You dream that nothing happened at all. It’s in this moment that your body sits across from you. It tells you “look, like, we’re not going to make it this time.” It shares a drink with you as you recollect the past before soon parting ways back to the atomic ether. Your body does this because it loves you. You have never met anybody like your body. Your body has been with you every day, good and bad. It’s even kept a journal of your life carved in scars. Your eyelashes always wiped the tears from your eyes."


I dare anyone to look into a mirror and find anyone better than the person you see.
If you can, you are lying.


You are the best(est) friend that you have ever known. 
You, you shall come to realise, are the only person in the entire world you can completely and unflinchingly trust.
You are the best thing that has ever happened to you. Period.

Here I sit...

Here I sit, in the back of my parents’ car; my dad is driving, my mom is sitting in the passenger seat, I’m sitting in the back seat like a good boy.

It’s a warm, fuzzy, wonderful feeling.

A few minutes ago, I felt a sudden, inexplicably wonderful regression to my childhood, when such scenes were everyday.

Here I sit, in the back of my parents’ car; with my earphones on, feeling like what Soundgarden would say, ‘Blow up the outside world!’

Here I sit, in the back of my parents’ car; with my earphones, listening to loud Linkin Park and mellow Green Day, just like the teenaged boy who I never grew up from.

A few minutes ago, I just wanted to write this down, to remember this feeling. It is a good feeling. I feel like a boy.

I feel like a boy.

So I whipped out my computer.

You know when you open up a laptop in the backseat of a car, GT Road is suddenly not a single bit as smooth as you remembered it.

The sun was in my eyes, from the right window, just a while ago; there’s a pillow on the seat next to me. I grabbed it, slid down the right window a little, stuck a little piece of the fabric of the pillowcase outside the sliver of an opening, and pushed the window right back up.

There.

Sun problem solved.

I tap my mom on the shoulder, and point out the wonderful thing I’ve just done. She smiles, my dad asks what I’m talking about, she tells him. He smiles too.

I feel like such a kid!

There’s a grin wider than my face on my lips.
This is so stupid.

Why does this amuse me?

Here I sit, in the back of my parents’ car; and now Trapt scream their lungs out.

I’m going to Delhi!
I’m going to meet my friends! This is such a ‘yay’ moment!

Well there’s the slightly serious matter of an interview to get through before all that.

There’s a printout of all the key points in this year’s budget on the seat beside me.

When did I grow up so much?

Here I sit, in the back of my parents’ car; I’m reading about the budget, and about Mahindra Satyam’s merger.

Wait, wait! Back to the regressively (is that even a word?) wonderful moment, wait no, wonderfully regressive moment(yes that's better) I had some time ago.

Here I sit, in the back of my parents’ car; Chester Bennington’s sweet melodious voice slowly starts singing ‘My December’ in my ears…

And I’m a kid again, when I still used to wonder what Chester was so sad about…I didn’t know then…

Wait, wait!

I’m a kid again…

EDIT - uploaded from my phone, yay technology!

My Rant 2.0

Like my man Harvey Dent says in that Batman movie, 'You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.'
It's the same thing in torrid friendships. You either get out of them early, all happy and content, or see yourself get humiliated for something that happened so quick you never even saw it coming.


This is me going off on one of my rants again. Oops I did it again... Hit me baby one more time.
Fuck.
I might use that word or one of its many lovely derivatives a lot in this post.
Please leave if you are easily offended, I don't need you reading my fucking blog.

One of my core beliefs is, and I probably read about it or heard it somewhere a long time ago, it is the fact that in all relationships, every single one of them - not just the romantic ones, there is a loser and there is a winner. Take any personal relationship that you have, if you cannot identify the loser in 3 seconds, I'm sorry, but you're him/her. There is an upper hand, there always is...and it may change during the lifetime of that relationship, but someone always has the upper hand. It is always the person who needs the other person less. That, there, is the upper hand.
Now, don't get all idealistic on me, and say, nooo...my relationship with so & so is perfect, we both need and love and cherish each other the equal amount.
Get real.
I've seen too many of these perfect fucking relationships go to shit all around me in the last 6 years to even care anymore.

*awesome inspirational advertisement music*
Are you trampled by the moral and ethical code that society has decided for you?
Are you feeling cramped by the way that you're supposed to behave?
Do you feel the need to break free?
Is there something else you'd rather be doing than trudging along society's agreed upon 'good' path?

Well if so, I have the perfect solution for you!
Man the fuck...up! You little bitch, grow some balls!

Drink that beer! Smoke that joint! Read that book! Play that guitar!
Get high! Get laid! Get a BJ! Give a BJ!
Fall in love! Fall out of love! Tell that bitch she's obnoxious! Tell that asshole he's dumb!
Make friends! Make enemies! Get in a fight!
Drive faster than you've ever driven before! Brake harder than you've ever braked before!
And for all you nerds out there... STUDY FOR THAT EXAM!!! HARDER THAN EVAAR!
*awesome inspirational advertisement music ends*

Get laid, goddamit! Oh and yes, I've heard all the arguments... This is so immoral, we're being 'westernised'; oh woe this corrupted youth of today!
I'll tell you what, so many people I know, they need to get laid, they positively need to have SEX... S-E-X!!!
The sexual frustration I see in most people is fucking terrifying!!!
Fuck it, if you couldn't get laid yourself, suddenly it's immoral? All this shit that happens around Valentine's day? It's pathetic! Believe me, in my opinion V-day is a shitty hallmark holiday; it holds no meaning for me what-so-ever, but to outlaw it, like so many vigilantes love to do, is outrageous!

'Love marriage'? Why do they call it a 'love marriage'? Isn't that fucking redundant? What other kind is there? What's the point of marrying if you're not in love?
Oh hey! It's just sanction to get laid, woohoo!!!
Hypocrites.

You know what I'm talking about...
I'm talking about that girl who thinks she's too good for you!
I'm talking about that guy who's a lying scumbag!
That professor who gives you a hard time just because he's in a sham of a marriage, or because his kids think he's a loser.
That traitorous 'friend' you once had who betrayed you like a little bitch.

Fuck them. Enjoy yourself. Live!
Viva La Vida!

Give...and take!

There is always give and take.

Sometimes all you do is, you give.
If you’re one of the lucky ones, sometimes all you do is, you take.

Remember that girl who you had that crush on in school?
Or that guy…
Whenever you saw her, you made sure you followed her around, for at least a few corridors.
You gave attention.
She never did know that you existed.

Unless you were one of the lucky ones, and all you did was, you took.

By the way, listen to this… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhkHeK3PxwQ
Indian rock is growing up!

Do you…do you remember leaving school? It was hard enough leaving the place you’d grown up in…it was harder to finally say goodbye to that girl, who you had never talked to…that girl who, it was finally evident, you were never going to have a chance with.

Your friends, you’re sure they never realized what they meant to you. They meant more to you than you ever did to them.

Give and take…

You give, thinking that some day you’ll receive…in turn.
The day that never comes.

That girl, your friend…that girl in college, who you always pay special attention to. Yes, her…

You’re always depositing…in that account. There’s bound to be a big return in the offing… It’s coming…soon.

No.

Give and take?

That’s what you do.

That’s what you think.

Take.

You fucking los-

Take!