My Intellectual demise
So we are about to start off again.On this mad parade of fools and clowns,in this sad charade of a thousand lies.I still remember , three years ago, with high hopes , when I attended the orientation camp meant for freshers in IITK. They talked of this place where they have assembled the brightest brains in India, to make them even more refined. I still remember all those hopes I had for my five years that I thought I'll put to the best possible use.
Did I just mention refinement? Pardon me if I have missed it, but I didnt see the refinement at all you know.Something about this place chokes me, ties me down grovelling in the dust. Maybe I have been too caustic to notice the good things. Then again, maybe there werent any good things.
One of my friends has a theory I am beginning to agree with. He says that every place has a spirit, who dwells in a higher dimensional space, and hence all his facets can never be simultaneously seen. However, when projected onto our world, that spirit takes up human attributes. So he says, the spirit that represents this place is a Rich Diseased guy, rotten and irritable at the core, Not an ounce of goodnessin him, but he is rich. Yes. Filthy rich. All manners of people, able young aspirant people rush to him, in vain hope that they'd be rewarded, but when they come in his influence, they become diseased like him. Maybe even slightly rich.But diseased. they become small scale clones of him. Rich, diseased, bitter, and so bad that even the word isnt bad enough to describe them.
So please dont blame me for being an asshole. I am sick. I am a sick bastard.Please dont mind when I spit on your car window, or when I pee on your lawn, when I hit a football into your window, or when you see me killing your pet chihuahua,or even when you see me passing lewd comments at you daughter. Because you see, I have lived here . Because I have decayed from within.
Because I have lived in fear, and so I feed fear.
Because I have lived in hatred, and so I breed hatred.
Because I have lived in sorrow,and so i'll be the purveyor of sorrow.
Because, no matter how alive I look, I am dead
Did I just mention refinement? Pardon me if I have missed it, but I didnt see the refinement at all you know.Something about this place chokes me, ties me down grovelling in the dust. Maybe I have been too caustic to notice the good things. Then again, maybe there werent any good things.
One of my friends has a theory I am beginning to agree with. He says that every place has a spirit, who dwells in a higher dimensional space, and hence all his facets can never be simultaneously seen. However, when projected onto our world, that spirit takes up human attributes. So he says, the spirit that represents this place is a Rich Diseased guy, rotten and irritable at the core, Not an ounce of goodnessin him, but he is rich. Yes. Filthy rich. All manners of people, able young aspirant people rush to him, in vain hope that they'd be rewarded, but when they come in his influence, they become diseased like him. Maybe even slightly rich.But diseased. they become small scale clones of him. Rich, diseased, bitter, and so bad that even the word isnt bad enough to describe them.
So please dont blame me for being an asshole. I am sick. I am a sick bastard.Please dont mind when I spit on your car window, or when I pee on your lawn, when I hit a football into your window, or when you see me killing your pet chihuahua,or even when you see me passing lewd comments at you daughter. Because you see, I have lived here . Because I have decayed from within.
Because I have lived in fear, and so I feed fear.
Because I have lived in hatred, and so I breed hatred.
Because I have lived in sorrow,and so i'll be the purveyor of sorrow.
Because, no matter how alive I look, I am dead
posted by '~-)Sandman(-~' at 2:11 PM
3 Comments:
uuuhh
so deep...!
cheers !!!
jc.
I must confess this was one of my best reads. and i guess most of us agree with the points raised (except whether it is legal to have a pet chihuahua).hmm..and u already have a comment from someone from santiago, so i guess the gods have heard your voice and sent you your blog readers :P
The beauty about being dead while still apparently appearing alive lies in the fact that you still have a chance to revive the life inside...however being an engg student myself I do realise the faint possibility that exists...but ya i'd still like to say...if one does manage to revive internally(hopin against hopes)...the words could be...
Because I've lived in fear I feed security
Because I've lived in hatred I breed love...Irony is our proclivity to cynicism exists coz we have not "lived"...!!
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