Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Just opinion-ating

Just opinion-ating


I mean, what’s wrong with fellas these days !!

Just look at that fella, not that smart or intelligent so, but sincere, I say. Looks stupid though. The fella is getting married. I mean whats wrong with him. Its not marriage suckers, it’s the damn bride. Have you ever thought of a person to whom you would never like to like, come what may, that’s what I am talking about. But then, hey, I hardly know that to be bride fella. Yeah, she is snobbish, stamping all over your foot, and real truckload heavy but I don’t know her you see. Have conversed like 263 words with her in my entire life, not enough to enlighten you. Don’t know her full name also, you see. And her credentials are one damn blackish black hole. But then, sometimes, you aint need all this crap, you just happen to know it; like that stupid sincere fella is in for some life. I know it.

Then there are fellas, suddenly getting all serious and grave about life. You don’t need that. Wants to turn a new chapter, a new phase of life. I mean, whats all that. I know life sucks, but these fellas hold greater promise of sucking in life, than my neighbour’s good old labra can ever think of. Son of a bitch hates me, I tell ya. But then, thy shall check out the lady holding the leash on those wonderful late evening strolls. A real candy, I say. But then these suckers come up and tell you, what fella, you again up to the old thing of watching and staring? Aint you done with it? I mean, who has asked for their god damn advise. But then, hey, if you are not “opinion-ating” enough shit out, you ain’t doing any good with your life. That’s what they would like me to believe, crap me but I ain’t buying that.

Then, there are your folks, all cuddly, lovely and caring. I mean, back off a little fellas, let the damn air rush in. I ain’t going to understand this mystery ever. I mean, whats wrong with unsuccessfulness. Agreed, success looks good, smart, all tied up. But then, whats wrong with not being successful ! You tried, you failed. Or better, you knew you were going to fail, hence not tried. Smart, I say. But these fellas think otherwise. They are always after you, you see. Always encouraging you, pushing you, trying to hope you out of hopelessness. I mean, come on, if I were to be so damn encouraged, pushed and hoped for, then I would not be in this position, in the first place, to hear all this crap. But these fellas, I tell you, are spirited lot. They go on and on. The fat lady has died singing but their record never stops. I mean, who needs that truck load of expectations and promises; but every fella is made to carry his or her own share of shit-load. And, then they say, life stinks. You are god damn carrying the shit, so it ain’t gonna dance you see, its gonna stink !!

Few days ago, there was Some Day. Some special day, you see. There were programs and celebration, all over the newspapers and television. It was something about liberation of some fellas in this world. They have been supposed to be exploited, enslaved and treated badly since ever. And then one fine day, one brilliant fella, comes up with an idea to liberate them. Then that fella along with some of his likeminded fellas come up with this day, where they will celebrate the liberation, you see, all booze, dance and party; god damn the fact whether those fellas have been liberated or not. And then this day has become a big celebration day over the years. The party is bigger, more booze and more dance, you see. Even those Exploited, Enslaved And Treated Badly Fellas (EEATBF) have joined the celebration. Some come as they have been liberated and some have come for some booze and dance. I don’t know what the fuss is all about. I mean, these fellas have been liberated as long as my mind goes. I mean, forget the dokie past, live in present fellas. Those EEATBF have come a long way. And anyhow, this Some Day smacks of a bias and prejudice. I mean, the world is flat, says Thomas Friedmann, you see. Lets have some equality here fellas, but these fellas I tell you, don’t even want to believe the big shit Tommy boy, and they are planning to celebrate this Some Day even bigger next year !!

The more and more I am knowing these fellas, I tell you, its driving me more and more towards something. I don’t know whats that something, but it ain’t pretty, that’s for sure. Its not that I hate these fellas or despise them or don’t like them. But they are nuts, you have to give them that.

And then there is this fella, my favourite, you see. Thinks of himself to to be the the newtonest and einstenest of all fellas ever born. Always right you see. Thinks he has read enough than the world has written since Dinosaurs were fucking blown away by that god sent comet. Always advising, preaching, smiling, winning and doing. I mean, get a life fella. Don’t you get tired of your inflated life. But this fella I tell you, always smiles at me when I ask him all these. I feel like smashing the kidneys out his brains, but god damn the laws and the courts!! But you know what, that fella is as lost, as I am. He always keeps looking at me, though he will never accept or deny it. But he will keep following me, observing my lostness, my failure, my not-doing and wonder what still makes me tick. I tell you, the fella thinks, though would never admit, that I am a god damn angel of free spirit, but boy, is he in to surprise a god damn ostrich out of himself !!! Only if he knew, how fuckingly we complete and complement each other. Says Nietzsche. That god damn grain of wisdom was not mine, if you are still clapping. And Nietzsche also says that all fellas know this, but they will not admit it. Its not that they will deny it or oppose it, but they will just not accept it. Beats me.

But I have been getting this feeling, that bad feeling you always get in your stomach without any reason, that these fellas have finally worked out Nietzsche. I feel sorry for Nietzsche. I mean, the fella gave up his entire life to come up and out with the most complex, absurd and pathetic of theories and thoughts ever. I mean, on his death bed, he must have liked himself a lot for his grand achievement, must have felt like kissing himself. And now these fellas are all set to robe him out of his eternal happiness. “How”, you say? I don’t know fellas !!

But I tell you, there is something wrong with fellas these days !!

2 comments:

  1. Yeah, I bet, something is wrong with this fella! Nicely captured 'this life stinking shit', i must say, but what's with this accent dude! Beats Me!

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  2. well dude, the thought and the accent just came unannounced, undeclared into my mind. And, I thought its better to pen them down before I lose them in the maze of my thoughts !!

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