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.

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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!
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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!

Because I could not think of a Title

Do you know that this is one of more than 184 million blogs on the internet?

That is 184,000,000.

The population of human beings on earth just crossed 7 billion.

That is 7,000,000,000.

You are 1.

You and I make 2.

There is so much that you and I have not seen.

There is so much that you and I, given ten more lifetimes, could not possibly see.

There are so many places I want to see.

That yet undiscovered beach on Africa’s western coast. The grand canyon on a moonlit night. The Inca ruins of Machu Picchu. The canals in Venice. Gangotri, where the world’s holiest water body is born. Base Camp below Mount Everest. Stonehenge.

The white light at the end of the tunnel.

We are so afraid, you and I.

We are afraid of consequence. The unforeseen, we are afraid of it.

The dark is unforeseen, and so we are afraid of it.

Death is unforeseen, and so we are afraid…

We are afraid of what MIGHT happen.

A girl will not go out with a boy because she’s afraid that this MIGHT end up messing up their friendship. She does not know that they might end up living that great fairy-tale life, having babies, growing old together. Being happy for the rest of their lives together. How many of us will get to experience that?

A father will not let his son join the navy because he’s afraid that this MIGHT end up in a situation, an unlikely situation, where his son is in mortal peril. He does not know that his son might end up living an extraordinary life, that he might end up finding mates and friends the likes of which he could never have thought of. Brothers. How many of us will get to have such friendships?

A friend will not go on an ‘illegal’ (at home) vacation with his college buddies, because he’s afraid that his parents will find out and it MIGHT end up making things difficult at home for a few weeks. He does not know that this trip will be their last together, one they will remember for the rest of their lives, one which will affect each of their lives in such a profound way… How many of us will get to have such memories?

We are afraid…

Do you know you are standing on a rock, flying around another rock, which just happens to be on fire, at more than 100,000 kilometers an hour? And that this rock has been doing this for the last four and a half billion years?

A girl is in love with a boy. This boy lives a very long distance away. There is absolutely no chance of them being together.

A boy, being a boy, is in love with this girl…this girl who is in love with some other boy. There…is…absolutely…no…chance…of…them…being…together.

What do you expect him to do?

What do you expect her to do?

Do you know that there are more than 7 trillion galaxies in the observable universe?

Most of these galaxies have more than 100 billion stars.

You, sir, are a speck…like I am.

No, wait…we are not specks. The sun might be a speck, or perhaps the Milky Way is a speck.

We? We’re nothing. In the grand scheme of things, when you look at it as a whole, we are a cosmic accident. We are an anomaly in a vastly barren universe.

God? Perhaps he has not yet had time to look over at this side of the universe to see that something is going on here, which he probably did not intend.

Life, we call it. It is inexplicable.

It seems like simple chemistry, yet it is not.

Do you know that the observable universe is a sphere with a radius of about 45 billion light years.

That is 45,000,000,000 light years.

That is 425723778000000000000000 kilometers.

Are you naïve enough to think that you matter?

Yes you are…I know I am.

You will, in this lifetime, or in some other, spend 14 years in school. You will then probably spend 4 years in college. And then for the rest of your life, you will work.

Throughout this, you have already met, or are going to meet, so many unbelievably extraordinary people…they will be your friends, your siblings, your teachers, your lovers, your parents, your children…

We…are afraid of what might, or might not, be.

People will come to be infinitesimal distances close to you. And then, poof!

People will pledge their undying love.

You will swear that things will never change.

You will swear!

And then…

You will swear at the way things turned out.

You…will…swear!

If it makes you happy, do it. You are afraid of what might, or might not…be.

If it is morally wrong, but it makes you happy, do it. Morals, or laws, or rules might, or might not be written in ink, but you are that one unique cosmic accident that got you where you are now.

Nobody has lived your life. Nobody has ever felt what you have felt.

I may be paraphrasing Dr.Manhattan here, but it’s true…it’s true that if out of all those years of evolution, your dad just happened to meet your mom, and that one cell won the race against a million others, and out of everything that has happened in the entire thirteen and a half billion year history of the universe, it all resulted in you sitting exactly where you are sitting right now.

You simply cannot ignore that you are a miracle… and yet you are afraid of what might, or might not be!

If there is that girl who you’ve been putting off talking to for the last six months, talk to her. If nothing else, it will be a flattering experience for her.

If there is that story you always wanted to put down on paper, write it down. If nothing else, atleast your mom will love it.

You do not know what is going to happen . Then why be afraid of it?

Why am I writing all of this down?

At least...

At least you have a computer to read this post on...
At least you know how to read. 

At least you're studying in a good college.
At least you're studying...

At least you don't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from. At least your parents are paying for your next meal. At least you have parents...

At least you know where you're sleeping tonight. At least you know you are sleeping tonight...

At least, even if if someone broke your heart, you know how it's like to have someone who has the capacity to break your heart. At least you have a heart to be broken.

At least, even if you're sad, you've once known happiness. At least you've known happiness.

At least you had friends once, even if you think you have none now.

At least you have money, to drive, to take a bus, a train or some other thing to get where you want to go now. At least you know how to drive.

At least you have a friend to call, whenever you're feeling low as shit, when you feel you can do nothing else except to cry to this person, lay your soul bare.
At least you have a soul to lay bare.
At least you have a friend.
At least you have a phone to call this friend.
At least you have a phone with more features than you care to do anything about...

At least you have someone to thank, for whoever you are now, because without them you could not possibly have been here. At least you have someone...

At least you have the money to go out, have a good time, with people who you think are your friends.

At least your parents trust you enough to not give you a hard time about where you've been the last night, when you came home an hour later than you told them you would.

At least you still believe in your own abilities. At least you have some abilities. At least you think you do...

At least with all your possessions, all your friends, your family, all your achievements, all your potential, at least after all that...at least you think you're happy...

Or are you?