Sometimes

I don’t even fucking like the way I end up writing posts. It’s choking the life of grammar in broad day light! Have mercy on the poor soul for it has seen enough. It need not linger to witness  emotions strangled with soft woven metaphors. The resulting anecdotes that is nothing but a pain in the butt.

Being the protagonist I suffer from adulthood angst. Missing the performance are the neon lights. By the looks of it I might end up buying one if I don’t invest my hard earned money for a running shoe.

Next to me sits the philosophical maestro – The Fountainhead, “HOWARD ROARK laughed”. That’s pretty much what I’ve read after having owned this book for a year now.

Lately,books have given way to the applications of my phone. I enjoy them to the fullest. Better the half witted, self proclaimed modern Indian writers. Spare me. Better still I feel nothing.

“Nothing else matter”, my head starts with its uncontrollable nod  as the speakers keep blaring out the loud music as I matched it beat per beat with tootling bursts of melody.

Drinks, I mean are you for real? Like seriously? have I not anything else to do? Like sit and do nothing. I can do that, yeah why not! It’s fucking damn hot. Being on the burnt side of wheatish complexion does no good to my cause. The heat is one of the reason I end up turning myself into a night crawler.

As I sit and contemplate similar to the ones you get to see in movies, the track swiftly changes to “Dream On”. I’ve dreamed many a dreams. It only has stayed back as series of dreams and now as I look upon them it feels nightmarish. Did I not say I extensively use metaphors? I just used one.

A time long long ago during my school years whose memories fades away with each passing day I was asked a question, “How many of you prefers the inclusion of internet for benefit of social-networking”? Please note when I say social-network I need not mean Facebook or do we even a site who draws parallel to the one I mentioned? Nah!

I simply said No. But silly old me I ended up following the herd and not be the the lonesome lion who stands alone. Monkey did not have his bananas. Note to myself, listen to everyone but never do what you are told. Do it what you want. It’s always easy to slip but that damn hard to stand up again on slippery grounds.

In a sentence, I will keep my distance. Why? I want to.

It’s a faceless world, a voiceless where the best deal you cut is assumption. Words spoken, texts read. Best suited for a page in the diary but I have none. So here I am.

Rock all day, makes me feel good.- look it up on youtube.

I feel like running, not away but to run as it hurts my bones. My feet aches, the overpronation adds to the misery. I need a new pair of shoe. I might end up getting a new gear. Whatever makes me feel good.
Shopping is a good therapy. I want to shop today. I need a new something. What? I don’t know.

A vacation. A new book which I will feel like finishing as soon as I get hold of it. A decent breakfast. Preferably an all english breakfast, with sunny side up eggs, a strip of crispy bacon, sliced tomato and a glassful of orange juice in which I can smell the earth from where the fruit belongs. I sound spoilt. I’m loving the whole picture. I want to go and have this at Flurry’s.

Bangalore, you call yourself a metropolitan city? The police can you lend a helping hand in the day as as well night to crack down the Auto menace? Why only strike the two wheelers.

The place shuts itself down at 11 pm, the city is unsafe? Make it safe! I sound demanding yes I  do. I pay my taxes and its my right.

What good does this sudden burst of emotions plastered over cyberspace does to me? Nothing. It’s called as bitching, slandering.

Now I need to take a shower. Preferably I will opt for a hot one not because I need one because  I will end up having to take one. Thank you all the vehicles and their so motherfucking owners. The state, the people, me as well for making sure the trees go down and coming to think of the culture – are we not the Hindu’s (yes I’m one of them) who needs wood to burn ourselves?(Don’t play the cheeky card with me and mention electric furnace, the electricity comes from organic fuel). Just think how many will get burnt after we are done trying to catch upto first world.

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