Saturday, August 06, 2005

Socio-Political Rantings

Men are polygamous. Like it or not, you better fuckin' accept it. We are monogamous cos' society has imposed this rule on us. Given the choice, we'd endorse promiscuity.

What is it that drives us towards polygamy? Is it purely the fulfillment of sexual desires? Or could it be something more? Or are we driving ourselves away from a society based on values, to one that is fundamentally slutty? What if I told you to shove your decadent orgies up your orifice...? Is there no standard anymore?

Is virginity all that important in life? Is it supposed to be sacred? Or is it just bullshit?

Why the fuck should circumcision be endorsed in many parts of the world? Who the fuck says that getting your foreskin chopped off helps you have a better sex? What difference does it make to a small child starving to death or a mother with her 2 kids, all on the road, trying to survive temperatures of Minus 5 degrees celsius?

Who has given me or you the right to lamblast and persecute other religions and their sexual practices?



Fundamentalism is always looked upon as evil. Now what if I said that fundamentalism is actually good for society?

Supposing there were no fundamentalists in Ayodhya, would it have become another Kashmir Valley? What if Kashmir Valley was full of Hindu Fundamentalists, would it have been an Ayodhya?

When I say that I am talking in terms of a trade-off...Which one is preferable? Unchecked Islamic fundamentalism? Or checked Islamic fundamentalism, held in rein by proactive Hindu fundamentalists? Similarly, I can argue that Christian fundamentalism too is held in check or 'balanced' by Islamic and Hindu fundamentalist forces in their particular geographical bases in most parts of India.

I guess this is what is called Fighting Fire With Fire... As long as there is some fundamentalist force to oppose the so called 'Enemy' fundamentalist force, there will be some kind of checking mechanism. The opposite side will keep your fundamentalism in check and you will keep the opposite side in check. This trade-off undoubtedly will lead to tensions. But if we can avoid mass massacring of people as exemplified in the Kashmir Valley, by employing fundamentalist forces there, I would be all for it.

So before you start cursing me for advocating fundamentalism, think for yourself. The sense of security you will have is probably because of fundamentalist activities. This is a multi-layered reality.

I personally feel that religious fundamentalism is fuckall, but if we have to hold society's reins, then this weapon must be used. Yes, these ARE dangerous thoughts. But then again, we live in dangerous times. I can only hope for my utopian world, where the only religion is peace...



Is it the images and words that make something look good, or is it the thing itself?

Sunday, July 24, 2005

My Gedanken Experiment...

Was going through a friend's blog... She had written about losing a loved one. I wonder how I would react in such a situation. Is bearing the pain easier if we know the person as less as possible, be as emotionally detached from them as possible? I somehow have this sick feeling in my stomach that I'm gonna be in a highly misanthropic position if something like that happened to me.

The pain is exponentially proportional to the emotional bond shared. When you put too much emotion in something, you get much more pain. Is all this philosophy about "being-stronger-in-life-once-you-go-through-this-stuff" really true or just dog-crap? In order to avoid the pain, must I emotionally detach myself from the people I love the most. If I do that, will there be no sadness? And even there is no sadness or pain, will I have good memories to carry me through life? Can anyone even escape the infallibility and inevitability of this situation in one's own life?

What must one do?

Are there even any answers to these god-damned-fucking questions?

The heart is one hell-of-a-thingamajig... Can't live with it, can't live without. Some scars never go. Love bites. It really does. Oh yes, it really really does.



23.07.2005

The 4th saturday of July. Very relaxing day. Fellow bloggers. Ultra-Major Downpours. Walking in ultra-major downpour to get particular brand of cigarettes. Disgruntled friend. Barista, hot coffee. Tavern, refreshingly chilled beer. Three enthusiastic smokers. One enthusiastic stopped-blogging-blogger with a major cold. One maha-enthu blogger cracking really idiotic PJ's... One very inaudible blogger. Jokes, dumb and dumber discussions. PJ blogger leaves due to silly reason (called I-need-to-get-home.) Biryaani, paan. Power of a Karizma coursing through my veins. One closed VCD parlour.

Stopped-blogging-blogger's home. Inaudible blogger loses way. Finally, everyone makes it safe and sound. One REALLY-REALLY-REEEALLLYYY PLUSH SOFA SET. MATRIX. Cigarette smoke, bowl of water as an Ashtray. Zabardast dialogues such as "What is this funda ya?" Admiration of Trinity's black spaghetti top and Morpheus's shades. End of Movie. Sleep. Wake up. Information broadcast that Rock-Guru dreamt of paying his tailor's dues. Head home. Coffee on the way.

Thanks for the good time, guys.



The thought that "I post for the heck of it just cos' I have a blog" now Rusts In Peace. Some substantial thoughts, feelings and memories included in this post. Truly substantial. I finally feel that I have finally done my blog some justice with this post... It had been quite some time since I was 'in form'. He he...

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

I Wrote This Ages Ago...

There are so many things in life that I find myself unable to appreciate... What is it that forces me to be like this? The feeling of worthlessness eventually creeps in... There is so little, in fact, nothing that I am truly adept at.. or at least have some mastery in... It's hard to stay motivated when people do not appreciate your work... So what then does it take to appreciate the beauty of life? Will I ever know?

Manifestation of a feeling of purposelessness and uselessness... It's hard to carry along smoothly when you do not know what part of the jigsaw puzzle of life you truly represent and who then is supposed to answer the question?

Feeling so unwanted in life... A state of an emotional blackout is residing in me... It seems as if nothing is worth my caring about... It's easy to say this but it's implications are profound... It's like... nothing brings me joy anymore... All that is left at the end of the day is apathy, exhaustion, hate, anger, and a wish to run away... It's easy to then say that I must face my problems head first rather than run away.. but the fact is the problem is unknown... If I don't know what I am running away from, I don't know what to face either... I am not looking for a solution to this... (or am I?)

It's hard to get used to life like this... when there is, inside you, a will to succeed, to live life fully, and you are denied the fulfillment, then living life is tough... For every day brings you guilt, reproach... AGAINST yourself for not having done anything substantial... and for some strange reason others seem to be doing it better. Where am I going wrong? Why must I feel this way? I guess I am probably expecting too much out of life... Silence is a heavy stone and words are poisonous venom.

Sadness consumes me...
And I crossed the seven seas
And I crossed the seven mountains
Hell, I even crossed all the Galaxies
And travelled through all of time
And I died... without knowing peace

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Religion

My name is called religion
Sadistic
Sacred
Whore

-> Motorhead - Orgasmotron

Music Tag (Self Invited Suicide)

1. The person who passed the baton to you : SUCCUBUS

2. Total volume of music on your computer : 32GB On HDD, Another 4GB of Crap on CD's, 24 GB of Music Videos

3. The title and artist of the last CD you bought : Iron Maiden - Dance Of Death

4. Song playing at the moment : Motorhead - Orgasmotron

5. Five songs you have been listening to of late or all-time favorites, or particularly personally meaningful songs :

Balls... I'll make it 6

a. Children Of Bodom - Follow The Reaper
b. In Flames - Embody The Invisible
c. Pink Floyd - High Hopes
d. Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
e. Led Zeppelin - Stairway To Heaven
f. Iced Earth - Damien, I Died For You

These are a few of my Top-Rated songs... There are too many of em to mention...

6. The five people to whom you'll pass the 'musical baton' had I been tagged by anyone other than Succubus : Finch, Manu, Prateek, RKat, Sita (Pity them)

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Heavy Metal

When you're feeling down, depressed and lonely, nothing like Heavy Metal to the rescue... Load up Winamp and hit play!!! As Metal blares through, shaking my ears and vibrating my windows, a sense of tranquillity passes through... Why Metal, you say? That's cos' it's your Stairway to Heaven... Ok, maybe not just metal, but Rock as a whole...

The pulses of power pass through your system, intoxicating you and giving you a raw, unadulterated high. The guitar riffs and the pounding bass inside your head gives rise to a sweet melancholy... There is lust... Lust for more...

As the headbanging continues, as you swing your neck violently from side to side, and feel the muscles in your neck stretch and tear with pain, you collect all your anger and frustrations and focus it to one point and just let go of it...

Sheer bliss wonly it is...

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Pearl Valley

Bike ride outta Bangalore to Pearl Valley, 115KMPH, One Large Rum, Climbing vertical rocks, Natural swimming pool, Water falling from above on Head and Dick, 7 people without change of clothes having extraordinary amount of fun in water, Friend's underwear almost pulled off underwater, Lotsa photos and videos, 10Km trek, Two VERY LARGE hills scaled up and down, Plenty of cuts on bodies thanks to Mother Nature's thorns, One totally tired Arcane Crapper, Sad Butter Chicken Gravy, Even sadder Chicken Fried Rice, Remembrances of amazement, Bike ride back to Bangalore, Stop by in pal's family's owned fields, Exploration of Fields, Coconut water straight from the tree, Continued Bike ride back to Bangalore, Blog Post ready...

Who says you need to be in a Pub or lay a girl to enjoy life?

Sunday, June 19, 2005

The Pain Of The Gods

Human beings are a strange species. What separates us from the lesser animals? Or lesser human beings, for that matter. The level of consciousness of our selves. At every stage of life, we know who we are and in turn our level of consciousness keeps increasing. Doesn't it? It undoubtedly does. As we evolve towards being a fuller human being, our consciousness also evolves.

The Universe is by itself an infinite object of existence to us. Everything in the universe is created and destroyed continuously. So are we. What is the level of consciousness of the atoms that are existing everywhere? What is the level of consciousness of primordial life forms? What is the level of consciousness of lower animals and the higher animals? What is the level of consciousness of human beings? What is the level of Consciousness of the bursting stars?

I can say that every being experiences pain to a certain extent. The being can see the world around itself for what it truly is... A horrible, deep, dark, never ending abyss of pain, misery, hate and death. It saddens me to see so much suffering in the world. I also believe that the amount of Self-awareness is proportional to the pain and suffering we percieve. It is also true that the amount of Self-awareness is also proportional to the amount of happiness we percieve. That's why some humans are more self-aware than others.

But what exactly is this consciousness I talk about? Consciousness is nothing more than the ability to feel pain. Haven't we all observed this? The more we understand the people around us, the more we understand the world around us and the more we understand the Universe we live in, there is an enhanced level of pain. I believe that everything is a balance of the positive and the negative like the Yin and Yang. Some choose to see the positive and some choose to focus on the negative.

If we humans percieve and endure so much pain, how much pain must a higher form of life percieve and endure? How much pain must GOD endure? He must know so much pain, such wide varieties of it that he chooses out different bits and imparts it in his creations for us to experience. For I guess he will see and feel his creation, the Universe, as it is. Nothing but sheer torture and agony of every living form inside the universe, revelations of pain sprawling from everywhere, pain so intense that it burns the flesh on the inside, neverending pain and misery. The universe is nothing but a darkness... a place of Dark Emotions.

An electron inside a computer is unable to realize the pain of it's creator, the programmer, because it does not have the self awareness of being the part of a larger self. Similarly, we... human beings of the Universe cannot experience the pain of our programmer, our god. The Universe is nothing but a program or creation of God... which serves the purpose of sharing his pain.


Nail in my hand
From my creator
You gave me life
Now show me how to live

-> Audioslave - Show Me How To Live


I pity him. For none of us will ever be able to share his true pain, the one that he cannot share with anyone, for it is the endurance of the gods alone. For only with the highest levels of raw pain can one attain the highest state of consciousness and self-awareness.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Friendship -> Stranger Than Quantum Theory

"Two friends
Joined left hand and right
My death - My life."


Friendship... amazes me to no end. Too tough to comprehend the essence.

In other news, I am leaving for Hyderabad tomorrow. A week of bliss. I am available for meeting up.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

AC's Career Fair

Mother asking son - "Beta, what do you want to be when you grow up?" The son replies - "Mama, I'll be the greatest scientist of all time just like Arcane Crapper..."

(Sound of a record screeching to a halt)

What if AC was a writer??

Papa to Mama - Oye Bablu ke amma, sunti hooooo??? Bablu ke birthday ke liye hum use kya de?

Mama to Papa - Haye jee, mujhe sharam aathi hai bathane mai...

Bablu to papa - Papa, mujhe AC ke tarah badaaaa writer banna hai.... Mama tho AC se sharmaathi hai... Birthday ke liye mujhe AC ka latest book chahiye papa...

(Sound of a record screeching to a halt)

Scene shifts to Palace Grounds, Bangalore...

AC is playing the guitar like a god and singing heavy metal songs... the coloured lights are swaying to the tune of the guitar god... Hot and well endowed babes in Mini-skirts are crying AC's name and fainting when AC hits a guitar riff... the atmosphere is electric!!!

Guy to his gal - Ba-haybe... I, y'know, am gonna be like, y'know, like AC, y'know, a guitar god, y'know... He starts bowing down before AC...

(Sound of a record screeching to a halt)

Maybe AC should have been an Actor...

There are thousands of Romans cheering on AC, the blogger who defied the Emperor of Rome yada yada... The huge Amphitheatre... the intoxicating noise of the crowds... they seek, they crave, they lust for AC's prowess in the arena...

My name is Maximus Arcanus Crapperus. Lover to a ravaged bike, Husband to a murdered blog, Servant to the true Emperor of Rome, Marcus Aurelius Bloggus... And I will have my revenge, in this post or the next...

(Sound of a record screeching to a halt)

AC jerks back to reality... The bloody mosquitoes wake him up... Prospective careers indeed!!!