This is only for the fuckers who stay at the bottom. All the other fuckers go and fuck yourself . This is not for you to fucking understand.
The fucking corporate world we fucking live in has 2 kinds of fuckers. The fucker who is at the top and the the fucker who is at the bottom. The difference between the two is that the fucker at the bottom gets fucked by everyone. Fuckingly unfortunate is that the only person the bottom fucker can fuck is himself. Even more unfortunate is that the fucker at the bottom is someone like you and me. The Fucking fuckers at the top fucks you all day and asks you to get fucked even more without giving you fucking appreciation for the fuck you have been doing for the fucking company. The fuck chain goes up till the CFO(Chief Fucking Officer) of all the fuckers. The fuckers have a fuckingly fucked-up brain and want to fuck anything and everything thats exists alive or dead. The fucker below sucks whatever the fucker above him offers and then fucks someone below him. Someone who is at the bottom has only two things to do - suck and get fucked. Even after getting fucked numerous times without fucking mercy the fucker above wont give the fucking appreciation he deserves.
And appreciation is a slang used nowadays for the "fucking money". Give the fucker at the bottom some appreciation so that he can climb the fuck chain to fuck some new bottom fucker. But, the bottom fucker is born to be fucked and always stays at the bottom as : below or above, there is always a way to get fucked!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
What to do with life?
Typical life of an Indian can be shown in a simple flow chart.
Born in you mother's womb
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give your mother a hell of a time till you are out after 9 months
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Cry and cry till all the fluids in your body are converted to tears
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Enter into nursery and learn the language of humans till you realize you exist
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grow into a child and get burns, bruises and fractures and all kinds of diseases and pox which will later become mementos of your past
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Hit puberty and suddenly start feeling that the opposite sex that you hated the most earlier and thought them to belong to some alien species are actually attractive
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Like an anion you try finding your cation for having the perfect chemical bond. The journey is really really long. If you fail, your parents finally like a catalyst create a reaction for a bond which was never meant to be or may be it was. (yes I am talking about the arranged marriage)
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For most, this bond breaks as the solution (the Zalim world) is very acidic. Figure out the chemistry yourself but the bottom line is that you love is finally lost.
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Life continues along side this saga of love with you getting a job, getting a bike, then a house to get a wife, then a car and so on.
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Finally arrives a child and like a recursive function all this re-iterates itself for your child as well.
How to exit form this never process? The things we miss out here is going back to nature. Yes, we do go out for holidays and vacations to enjoy the nature's beauty. But how do we do it? We work really hard and earn money which we later spend on going back to nature. Its kind of a paradox.Whole life you work for something (enjoying nature) by actually destroying it the whole time.
Our life is a serious game. Are we enjoying it while playing? The answer is a big 'NO'. The solution is to go directly to nature without getting lost in this vicious circle of earning money and working to earn it and then spending it back to help you earn money :) Would be nice to do something what Phunsukh Wangdu was shown doing in the movie 'the 3 Idiots' at the end.
I am trying to get out of this circle. Are you? Its just a thought that keeps on going in my mind. Someday I will be successful in my pursuit.
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Aru
Born in you mother's womb
|
v
give your mother a hell of a time till you are out after 9 months
|
v
Cry and cry till all the fluids in your body are converted to tears
|
v
Enter into nursery and learn the language of humans till you realize you exist
|
v
grow into a child and get burns, bruises and fractures and all kinds of diseases and pox which will later become mementos of your past
|
v
Hit puberty and suddenly start feeling that the opposite sex that you hated the most earlier and thought them to belong to some alien species are actually attractive
|
v
Like an anion you try finding your cation for having the perfect chemical bond. The journey is really really long. If you fail, your parents finally like a catalyst create a reaction for a bond which was never meant to be or may be it was. (yes I am talking about the arranged marriage)
|
v
For most, this bond breaks as the solution (the Zalim world) is very acidic. Figure out the chemistry yourself but the bottom line is that you love is finally lost.
|
v
Life continues along side this saga of love with you getting a job, getting a bike, then a house to get a wife, then a car and so on.
|
v
Finally arrives a child and like a recursive function all this re-iterates itself for your child as well.
How to exit form this never process? The things we miss out here is going back to nature. Yes, we do go out for holidays and vacations to enjoy the nature's beauty. But how do we do it? We work really hard and earn money which we later spend on going back to nature. Its kind of a paradox.Whole life you work for something (enjoying nature) by actually destroying it the whole time.
Our life is a serious game. Are we enjoying it while playing? The answer is a big 'NO'. The solution is to go directly to nature without getting lost in this vicious circle of earning money and working to earn it and then spending it back to help you earn money :) Would be nice to do something what Phunsukh Wangdu was shown doing in the movie 'the 3 Idiots' at the end.
I am trying to get out of this circle. Are you? Its just a thought that keeps on going in my mind. Someday I will be successful in my pursuit.
-
Aru
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Artifact-The Train
The Human civilization has long been destroyed. A new one has taken its place. The new civilization are oblivious to the history of their ancestors. With the dawn of this new era in their civilization, the quest to find answers to the evergreen question "Why are we here ?" has started.
This civilization is called "Farzi" and they call themselves "farzi-man". Farzi-man has just lost all his interest in Farzipana. The have no re-collection of their ancestors. Why have they lost the urge to indulge in "farzipana"? No, one knew the answer. Someone gives a solution to this grave problem by insisting the answer lies in finding our their true nature and finding out the origins and history of their ancestors.
What were historical sites for humans made of stone were all gone now, something turned them into dust. What the humans built was also dust and rubble now. No, books were there to tell human's history as everything was digitized and the digital information was totally lost. The only element that could survive the catastrophe which preceded the current civilization was metal. Every now n then some Farzi-man would step on a scrap piece of metal. But he couldn't make out what was it for.
Following up on the suggestions given for finding their ancestors, a huge team for excavation of artifacts was formed. The work started and went on for few years without any success or results.Then it happened. They hit a site with a huge mound of metal scrap. And they found some strange strange scribblings and pictographs on it. News flashed everywhere in the 'farzi-land' about this finding. So, they started to publish one finding each day and each one gave some inputs to decipher the findings.
One of then pieces of metal read " 2018 Allahabad - Balia". Further excavation found the rest of the missing ship. It was a big box of metal with windows on side and few doors at end. What they found was a train. But for them it was ship which had wheels and they could only speculate that it was some kind of vehicle to travel into deep space. The source-destination plate was also a mystery to be solved. To the 'farziman' it was some kind of code which they couldn't understand. But you and I can tell that it was a train found in India. The starting portion of the box, there was passage that lead to a hidden door. After opening the door they had finally hit a jackpot. Strange symbols written all over the walls inside. A series of such discoveries were made and each one had a story to tell. The wall contained depictions of man and woman. Finally they had found something that could tell the history of their ancestors.
What they had found was similar to what we can call today the book of 'Kamasutra'. For the 'farziman' it was something very new and exciting. "So, this is what their ancestors did all day!!!"..a farziman tought to himself." No wonder why they could never catch boredom". 'Farziman' had finally found answers to all their problems. They started indulging in acts as described in the ships (the train). Also they found piece of the ship inscribed with a name seen almost on all the boxes " BHARATEEYA RAILWAYS" . Later on they came the conclusion that the artifact was a means of transport for the very advanced civilization called the "INDIANS" and it was called "THE TRAIN". For the 'farziman' this was the name of their GOD, their ancestors. So, they also started worshiping "Indians' as their GODs.
All the human anatomy was depicted in the inscribed paintings with proper labellings. Farziman thanked the Indians for showing the right way. 'Farziman' was now totally busy in the doing what the Train showed them. Soon the population doubled, then tripled and then quadrupled. It was something divine for the farziman. All the boredom was lost now and they again gained interest in this new Farzipana. Their GODs, 'the Indians' had shown them what their purpose in life was. One after another they found new trains and few had some new depictions and farziman was really very happy following them. But one strange drawing kept popping in most of the places ' A picture of an man standing half-nude' and something was written which the farziman couldn't understand.
Anyway the population growth continued until something strange started to happen. Farziman started to die. As progress in technology was nil after the discovery of the trains, none of them could be saved. But there was a scientist who was skeptical about their GODs. So he had continued his research rather than doing what their GODs asked them to do. He had finally found a method to translate the language of the GODs. But by then it was too late. Only handful of the Farziman were left. The whole civilization was destroyed. The scientist realized soon he will also die. So, before he died, he wanted to know what caused the end of his civilization. His mind got focused on the one picture whose meaning eluded the farziman the whole time. The 'semi-nude man' picture. He had to just read what it said as he had now learnt the language of the GODs.
The picture read ' Hydrosil bawaseer aur gupt rogo ke liye sampark karein hakeem sulaimaani ko. turant ilaaj bina cheer faad ke" . The scientist got the answer. Their Gods, " the Indians" died because of the "GUPT ROG" and so did his fellowmen, the "Farziman" because in the time of need they couldn't contact the creator of this whole universe and the GOD of the Indians" Hakeem Sulaimani".
This civilization is called "Farzi" and they call themselves "farzi-man". Farzi-man has just lost all his interest in Farzipana. The have no re-collection of their ancestors. Why have they lost the urge to indulge in "farzipana"? No, one knew the answer. Someone gives a solution to this grave problem by insisting the answer lies in finding our their true nature and finding out the origins and history of their ancestors.
What were historical sites for humans made of stone were all gone now, something turned them into dust. What the humans built was also dust and rubble now. No, books were there to tell human's history as everything was digitized and the digital information was totally lost. The only element that could survive the catastrophe which preceded the current civilization was metal. Every now n then some Farzi-man would step on a scrap piece of metal. But he couldn't make out what was it for.
Following up on the suggestions given for finding their ancestors, a huge team for excavation of artifacts was formed. The work started and went on for few years without any success or results.Then it happened. They hit a site with a huge mound of metal scrap. And they found some strange strange scribblings and pictographs on it. News flashed everywhere in the 'farzi-land' about this finding. So, they started to publish one finding each day and each one gave some inputs to decipher the findings.
One of then pieces of metal read " 2018 Allahabad - Balia". Further excavation found the rest of the missing ship. It was a big box of metal with windows on side and few doors at end. What they found was a train. But for them it was ship which had wheels and they could only speculate that it was some kind of vehicle to travel into deep space. The source-destination plate was also a mystery to be solved. To the 'farziman' it was some kind of code which they couldn't understand. But you and I can tell that it was a train found in India. The starting portion of the box, there was passage that lead to a hidden door. After opening the door they had finally hit a jackpot. Strange symbols written all over the walls inside. A series of such discoveries were made and each one had a story to tell. The wall contained depictions of man and woman. Finally they had found something that could tell the history of their ancestors.
What they had found was similar to what we can call today the book of 'Kamasutra'. For the 'farziman' it was something very new and exciting. "So, this is what their ancestors did all day!!!"..a farziman tought to himself." No wonder why they could never catch boredom". 'Farziman' had finally found answers to all their problems. They started indulging in acts as described in the ships (the train). Also they found piece of the ship inscribed with a name seen almost on all the boxes " BHARATEEYA RAILWAYS" . Later on they came the conclusion that the artifact was a means of transport for the very advanced civilization called the "INDIANS" and it was called "THE TRAIN". For the 'farziman' this was the name of their GOD, their ancestors. So, they also started worshiping "Indians' as their GODs.
All the human anatomy was depicted in the inscribed paintings with proper labellings. Farziman thanked the Indians for showing the right way. 'Farziman' was now totally busy in the doing what the Train showed them. Soon the population doubled, then tripled and then quadrupled. It was something divine for the farziman. All the boredom was lost now and they again gained interest in this new Farzipana. Their GODs, 'the Indians' had shown them what their purpose in life was. One after another they found new trains and few had some new depictions and farziman was really very happy following them. But one strange drawing kept popping in most of the places ' A picture of an man standing half-nude' and something was written which the farziman couldn't understand.
Anyway the population growth continued until something strange started to happen. Farziman started to die. As progress in technology was nil after the discovery of the trains, none of them could be saved. But there was a scientist who was skeptical about their GODs. So he had continued his research rather than doing what their GODs asked them to do. He had finally found a method to translate the language of the GODs. But by then it was too late. Only handful of the Farziman were left. The whole civilization was destroyed. The scientist realized soon he will also die. So, before he died, he wanted to know what caused the end of his civilization. His mind got focused on the one picture whose meaning eluded the farziman the whole time. The 'semi-nude man' picture. He had to just read what it said as he had now learnt the language of the GODs.
The picture read ' Hydrosil bawaseer aur gupt rogo ke liye sampark karein hakeem sulaimaani ko. turant ilaaj bina cheer faad ke" . The scientist got the answer. Their Gods, " the Indians" died because of the "GUPT ROG" and so did his fellowmen, the "Farziman" because in the time of need they couldn't contact the creator of this whole universe and the GOD of the Indians" Hakeem Sulaimani".
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Things I love the most
After a long time feel like blogging again. So here goes another list of mine.
The things you like the most are the wonders nature has created for you. I bet you n I have a lot in common. I must say most of the my male counterparts will share this list
gn zzzzzzzzzz...........
Aru
The things you like the most are the wonders nature has created for you. I bet you n I have a lot in common. I must say most of the my male counterparts will share this list
- My list tops with 'taking a leak'. Oh you feel like heaven! If you are getting robbed while pissing or someone curses you or even tries to kill you , man you wont care. You will wait till it ends.
- Watching the clear night sky sitting in the dark. GOD created for us the ultimate beauty- the sky with stars you can count till eternity. It makes us feel so small yet so special like the whole universe was created for you.
- A clean beautiful beach backed by a clear blue sky and the white sand warm enough to push you towards the water.
- Watching , playing or even reading stats for the game of cricket. I don't know what it is with Indian men. We were born to love cricket. Watching your team win makes your day. At least it happens for me... the outcome of an Indian match decides the fate of my mood for the day.
- Music...I am not talking about the songs or the words. Just to hear the strings of a guitar or the hard beats is like fodder to my ears.
- Laughing. I want to laugh till the extent that my ribs start paining. I rarely get those nowadays. Want to feel the pain again.
- 'Golgappas' or 'Pani puris'.. I just love them. My mouth is watered as I speak of them. Even a 100 chocolates can't satisfy my hunger like these babies do.
- I thought I wont write this. But who cares...Getting your tool up and delivering.Amazing feeling . Only a man can understand that.
- Doing something that makes you sweat and makes you so tired that you fell like you will die without water. And then quenching your thirst will sweet cold water. That feeling cant be expressed in words but you love it.
- Sleeping.. After a working hard for the whole day, suffering the traffic and having stuffed yourself with food till your throat. The giving rest to your aching body makes you feel you were born just to experience your sleep and dreams.
gn zzzzzzzzzz...........
Aru
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