Thinking is stupid, only stupids think

Some times, things do not are what they seem to be, from a far away place it is very easy to judge or comment on things that are otherwise difficult to solve. Things that are not natural in so called normal society are very rarely accepted, forget appreciated. Even if those have the potential to become radical and revolutionary.

This post might just be long or medium or just finish here. For once, I am writing for the sake of writing. Thoughts that would come to mind and vanish in a moment, not even leaving a mark on our emotions. Something that does not have a direction or rather always in search of a direction, toying with the idea of making things happen within and in the immediate periphery of their universe. This post is not meant to think or wonder WHY? This kind of writing was necessary. The surmise being, this is my space in the otherwise shared universe, there is no space constraint and hence I can write whatever I would want to.

I can change the topic immediately, be free, as Roger Waters Says ' No Thought Control'. Actually, I am trying to attain that level of existence, where thought would be guided by actions not actions by thought or ummm... may be the other way around. Ya its the other way round.

Actions should be guided by thoughts: What I think, that I perform or act upon. The whole presumption of the phrase 'Cogito, Ergo, Sum' which means 'I think, so I am exist' or the statue of the thinking man speaks of a huge MCP nature of the society. See, my topic changed.

Why there is a thinking Man? And not a woman... feminists please take note. Does it mean women are incapable of thinking which is the favorite passtime of the race today. I do not agree. Women do think, more than men. They have this envious ability to make a simple situation complex through the sheer power of thinking. And why do men be termed as perpetual thinkers? What does the Thinking man think? I think, that he thinks, how to think of a thinking pattern that would make women stop thniking. Stupid! Irritating is what I would term my thniking now.

Eureka! I get hold of some topic!! Is thinking stupid or stupids only think. Now it is the way you write your english. The beauty of the language lies in the way you place words.

'Stupids only Think' and 'Only Stupids Think' are two different meanings altogether. I can spend time debating it with MYSELF hours. the first one implies that stupid ppl like me can only think and do nothing else, which is in a way correct. Smart ones take control of their thinking and put action to them.

The second one would suggest that only kind of people who think today are stupids. Hmmmmm.... is this right too? Is it that if you think you have to be a stupid and nothing else. My take, this is not wrong either.

Now there is a confusion, two contrasting statements cannot be right. It is like two wives cannot stay in the same room. The husband has to leave someday. Similarly, thinking and stupidity cannot go in hand, human has to leave.

To cut the long story a little shorter, we decide to become stupid or smart. No one can force it. Its the fun and satisfaction we get from being a thinker or a stupid lies solely in our hand. I came to this world being a stupid child who cannot think and now I am a thinker who only thinks stupid.

There is hardly any difference, atleast I cannot see any. So its better that I remain stupid and have my thinking cap on.

Now I would conclude here, What do you think would be the color of a 'thinking cap'. Do think about it.

Stupid na!!! I love being a stupid :))

My first brush with suicide

3:30 AM - and I am wide awake, beyond imagination lying on the terrace,
stripped completely and getting wet.
With raindrops piercing my eyes,
I am tryin hard to keep them open,
to test the resilience that my eyes would have against the forces of nature.

Failing completely, I open my mouth to take the copious amount of piss
that the dark sky above has to offer to this mankind.

Taste, taste the rain, its marvellous, it purifies my soul for whatever it is...
for whoever it is...
I feel like one of them,
an experience looking at the sky, f
eeling so miniscule
in front of the vastness of the creation
that had engulfed me then,
forever maybe.

At that moment I stopped thinking as flashes of memory getting in and out of my mind,
playing hide and seek with my grey cells...
calling me...
to another world,
drifting in and out of the good days and
the bad days of my eventful and
rather exciting 26 years of life.

Asking me questions,
which better left unanswered and unexplained.

Dumb in a whole glorified world of self obsession,
I praise myself for what I am not
and
deprecate for what I have been...
But its not worth,
as the self destructive button has been put on
and I have thrown away the remote
into obscurity...

415AM -
I get up to start my travel towards the end of the terrace...
look down,
think...
can i?
should i?
Nahhhh!!! Not worth... to jump,
below is a jungle of concrete...
it would hurt before I pass out.

I would wait for a softer ground someday...

And so... I am sitting here recording my first
brush to attempt suicide... 500 AM

All this while,
a wet damaged guitar was asking me
to drown into the
oblivion of its
strings...

Death must be fun...

Heard the Billy Joel song! If not recommended do hear it... also Movin Out and River of Dreams... songs that are eternal, thoughtful and turns you deep inside...

Wish, just wish.. closing your eyes that you are dead at an age where you shouldnt have... and y ou have all the liberty to explore the world in a different manner. A gaseous state, invisible, free and weird in nature.

Wont it be fun... watching your friends, foes and relatives, talk about u... i have always wanted to witness that part wherein ppl cry or talk about u when u die... thrilling actually, u come to knw who feels what for u...

And then do all those crazy stuff which you wouldnt have done in your solid state. Now I know why dying young is an advantage. Coz if you die at old age you are too tired to enjoy a post death tour of life. A young and vibrant ghost can actually live longer as a ghost and enjoy every possible fun.

Do ghosts fall in love? I am really not sure!!Maybe they do, maybe they dont, its all a matter of perception and will power... I think the bohemian I am, would surely fall in love even as a ghost. And not love any human but love another ghost.

Anyways, I always wonder why people cry when someone dies... Arrey baba! The person has died, relieved of pain... going to a nice world, to have a new experience and to have so much fun. Only of stupid humans knew what fun is waiting there... they would have celebrated instead of mourning...

I just cant wait to DIE... wish there was a tourist scheme of DIE FOR A DAY and thencome back....

I am back, but why?

At last, I am back in this virtual space of mine, something which belongs to me in the entirety. Its not been fun eluding myself from so many things, knowingly subjecting to a route of escape that is utterly foolish and also unreasonable. I would rather face things as they come and not think of the solutions behind the same.

I have been not thinking at all, while on the one hand it is healthy, think and u get stressed, on the other hand u lose out on this unexplainble, heavenly pleasure that u get from thinking things that doesnt even categorise as C class thinking material.

The thought now is that was there a need to come back at all... while my close friends have been asking me to start writing , I was rahter lazy to type any stuff. After close to 12 hours on this laptop, the thought of writing anything would have me in an situation that can be better described as walking to reach the hell and immersing myself in a pot of hot boiling oil just enough for my family jewel to take the brunt of it while the rest of my body hanging from a tripod.

Retardo! Get up! Thats what I say, rather scream to myself when I get those thoughts. Life as such has been good, really good. I have never ever complained to life, will never dare do that. But some where, focus has shifted and I do not know why I am just being playing the cute little game of Merry Go Round with my circle.

Thoughts aside, World Cup(WC) have started and I am not yet immersed into it fully. But would be soon, liked the game between Ivory Coast and whoever the other team was, totally put of my mind now, Argentina was it? The first match was also of high calibre, good to see good ol' germans fight it out. Brasilia plays today, but my bet is Portugal this time... I always prefer the Dark Horse....