worthless wisdom

When you get outside your bubble and get in the real world, you realize how difficult it is. May be this is why we create the bubble, for our comfort. Being happy is a trick not every one knows. You fear losing something and ultimately throw it away because you can not take the pain of it slowly slipping away from your hands.

They used to say honesty is the best policy. No it is not. It was a shock when you realized this truth and now it is gonna take you a lifetime to recover. Shouldn’t have cracked the code, you.

The problem is that you do not detail the scenario, because you know the end. End doesn’t matter, even if you know it. What matters is the process. The process is the fulfillment. Things don’t need to mean anything. Meanings are found out, made. Meanings exist for our sake and not the other way round.

The heart refuses to accept this explanation, because hearts have a way of being romantic. We want to keep our delusions because we don’t want to face the truth. Humans can do anything for their delusions. Millions have been killed in history just for the sake of delusions of powerful people.

In actuality, world is not difficult, we have made it difficult and now we should have courage to get out of our bubble and face the world.

friend in the mirror

World is a dirty dirty place and I am a nihilist who eats cheap burgers and ice-creams (locally known as softies) at cheap road-side vendors. My life has been a roller-coaster ride and i feel like a person who has puked enough times to be dehydrated and exhausted. Good thing about my life is that nothing matters to me, so that leaves me with one thing that matters to me that is nothing. So i can put a tag of nothing on anything and that thing would start to matter to me on a very personal level.
I use cheap soaps and shampoos, because I can’t afford the costly ones and drink 5 cups of tea and 2 cups of coffee everyday.
Writing is a hard work for me and being a nihilist, i know it is of no use to me and still i am writing this i dunno what i am doing.

Well if this is what your ‘friend’ writes in ‘his’ diary, i do not want you to make an opinion about ‘him’ because this friend is same as friend with the n removed, in his head.

Good guy syndrome

People make a difference in your life, because you are a social animal. You can choose to be an animal but  it is difficult to deny the ‘social’ in you. People are good and bad, and some are good or bad just for you. If you are an asrehole, world is a party for you. Arseholes are seldom unhappy, and the only reason they are happy is because they are arseholes. They do not suffer from a potentially lethal disease known as ‘the good guy syndrome’, and thus spend a healthy and fulfilling life until they meet someone who’s a bigger arsehole than them.
Good guys on the other hand are a product of faulty genes, or bad environmental conditions, and not to mention shitty conditioning by those in charge of the process. Good guys are made so that arseholes can trample over them, and female Canis lupuses crush their nuts with their heels.
Good thing about arseholes is their constancy. Everything in the universe is changeable, except arseholes. And this is what that makes them so good. Anything that has achieved a perfect design, has no need to change.

The person suffering with good guy syndrome, if not treated well, has severe dangers of ending up in the last stage of the syndrome called the loser state. Good thing about this stage is that at this stage the sufferer starts finding sufferers of his own kind, ie. other losers. The sufferer seeks supports and in all probability, if the conditions are right, creates his own support group. Many of them start treating themselves with ‘medicinal herbs’.
The good guy syndrome is dangerous and must be treated as soon as it is identified, otherwise self-treatment with herbs can open your eyes to the universe, and like they say, all good people became stars in the sky. PS. Stars are nothing but huge masses of exploding gases.

the clinical uncle stories..

Ohho you are into practice of medicine, that too a general physician. Uncle Ji comes to you and asks for your whereabouts. You tell him that you had to go to Delhi for some reason. Uncle ji in his all philosophical glory, starts to tell you that now you are a doctor and your patients are your responsibility and you should dedicate your life for the betterment of humanity. You smile and nod because he is right. If you take a small break from your job as a GP and go some where to take a breather, that patient with constipation will choke up on his own shit as the shit would keep piling up and reach his throat. I totally agree with him on that point. Thank you uncle!
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A man arriving with his wife would ask you why his wife 4 mm renal stone has increased to 6 mm in the past one month, after she is 8 months pregnant. And how before he came to you for treatment her kidney stone was in cm and you have increased it to mm. Your fault again. It’s totally your fault that the mother and baby are producing more metabolites than the mother alone, and that you couldn’t live at their house to feed the mother according to your diet plan because she herself can’t do it.
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Uncle arrives at your house with his foot with diabetic gangrene, and you miraculously save his foot from getting amputated with help of your medicine. Why uncle, why can’t you apply iodine solution on your healing diabetic ulcer, instead of banging it on everything under the sky, everyday? You scream in your head, but he totally believes in miracles of medicine. The miracle happens and the foot becomes as smooth as scarlet Johansson’s cheek. You give a sigh of relief.
The very next day uncle arrives and shows his dirty, unwashed, black nail in the second toe and says, “I think the gangrene has spread to this nail; and you start preparing your coffin for his nail.

hi uncle hello uncle

Bhai waah! You are in a train and an old uncle has started his theories about how radiation from mobile is killing the birds. Uncles were supposed to know everything in olden times but then the google era arrived and uncles, especially the train variety of them were left behind. But old habits tend to die hard and uncles still will find target audiences for their lectures.
People who were born in the 80s are bearable. But if you were born anywhere before 80s you are an uncle and you can’t know what a pain in the rectum you are to the smartphone generation. You have your fixed opinions (more fixed than 80s folks) and worst part is, once upon a time in your lifetime you had Anil Kapoor style hair. You do not want to understand the younger generation even though you yourself had raging hormones once. May be you are jealous that you did not have so many varied ways and chances to express your hormonal locha, sheer bad luck I must say. If you had your good chance of expressing the same then you are an analorifice. Anyway as a good boy it is my duty to wish you ” Uncle Namaste!”

uncle namaste

A wooden table and a bunch of uncles around it, sitting and sipping tea with your father and you go ‘uncle namste’. And there comes a voice. “Bete paer chhuo”. And you become a feet touching sanskari machine which in swift up and down motion touches the feet of all 10 people in the room, including your own pitaji, by mistake.