Does it give you some pleasure?
Does it make you happy?
The little white badge with your employee I.D
Tied to your neck, that black satin tie
The mirrored shoes and frameless eye?
You're so great, you're an achiever
You're so cool, oh aren't you a winner?
you're better, you're better, oh you're so much better
than the rest of the world!
Do you feel fulfilled?
feel important and special?
the six bold figures on your pay-check!
Your briefcase, gate passes and CCTV
The log in and passwords- High security!
You're so great. you're an achiever.
You're so cool, oh aren't you a winner?
King of your floor, duke of your staff
You're the ruler, the ruler, the greatest ruler
of your cubicle.
When you were little, you knew you were special,
would change the world, and be remembered for ever.
Schooling killed you, education was lethal.
Now you're rich and the world is the same,
So you know,
That you're the mighty achiever!
I hope you're ecstatic
I hope you're happy
With your leave schedule and company policy
faceless existence and community living
And the two bedroom flat in a posh colony!
You're so great, you're an achiever
You're so cool, oh aren't you a winner?
you're better, you're better, oh you're so much better
than the rest of the world!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
snap back to reality
When I was a kid my mom told me I was special. She said i was smarter, sharper and more talented than anyone else in the world. Like all you fools: I believed my mom. I thought I was meant for great things, I wasn't average and was born to change the world. That was then.
As I sit here now, cemented to these musty, termite-consumed walls with a bullet approaching in slow motion- targeted to the middle of my forehead, I laugh.
My skin is melting and as it drops, it stains the spotless carpet below. Time, space and mass all become visible entities, engaged in a snake-dance. Like ribbons blowing in stormy winds, they twist and entwine- evading,embracing and consuming each other. I can remember the face of my physics teacher telling me about the universal law of gravity and i smile as i free fall(or free rise) towards the Sky. The ground below my feet, that I always took for granted, ceases to exist and the sky is melting into streams of molten hues. Meaning has lost its meaning and words are just random sounds.
Don't get me wrong. I;m not as nihilistic as u think. In fact I'm your regular chirpy bird, but I can see further than you. I can see through your skin, and do you know what I see? Not a conscientious soul, nor a love filled heart. Neither pain, nor happiness. I don't see guilt or pride: neither an angel, nor the Satan. I see muscles, blood, bones and all the fragile organs you read in biology about. The same things I see in a dog or a cat or even a rat.
Don't let them fool you. You don't have a destiny, you do not have a purpose. You shall answer no one when you die, nor will knock on any pearly gates.You are a "probability" and a very low one for that. You were born due to a chemical reaction and will die because of one. Your thoughts, memories, even your consciousness are all just illusions, Your existence a mere chance.
You call yourself free? What does the word freedom mean? Who enslaved you in the first place?. What made you aware and crave for "freedom"? We are all slaves-not to any external force, but only to our selves. Freedom is not from an outside power but from your own pre-conditioned brains! You slog for the first 17 years of life to go to a prestigious college. There you slog for another 3-5 years so that you get a good job. You want this job so that you can slog for another 40 years so that you can die comfortably! So basically we start working our a**es off from the moment we are born, preparing for your own death. You don't need 80 years of hard work to die comfortably, all you need is a gun!(or some pills).
I guess it makes you feel better, adding schedules, aims, systems and hollow missions to your life. It gives you consolation, makes you feel important, and gives you a purpose. That is all very well, but do not make the mistake of believing any of it! You were NOT born to do ANYTHING. You do it because 80 years is too long a wait, and too hard to pass without doing anything.
My waiting is over though, there goes the last part of my body. A short lived, rare probability that will now cease to exist.
As I sit here now, cemented to these musty, termite-consumed walls with a bullet approaching in slow motion- targeted to the middle of my forehead, I laugh.
My skin is melting and as it drops, it stains the spotless carpet below. Time, space and mass all become visible entities, engaged in a snake-dance. Like ribbons blowing in stormy winds, they twist and entwine- evading,embracing and consuming each other. I can remember the face of my physics teacher telling me about the universal law of gravity and i smile as i free fall(or free rise) towards the Sky. The ground below my feet, that I always took for granted, ceases to exist and the sky is melting into streams of molten hues. Meaning has lost its meaning and words are just random sounds.
Don't get me wrong. I;m not as nihilistic as u think. In fact I'm your regular chirpy bird, but I can see further than you. I can see through your skin, and do you know what I see? Not a conscientious soul, nor a love filled heart. Neither pain, nor happiness. I don't see guilt or pride: neither an angel, nor the Satan. I see muscles, blood, bones and all the fragile organs you read in biology about. The same things I see in a dog or a cat or even a rat.
Don't let them fool you. You don't have a destiny, you do not have a purpose. You shall answer no one when you die, nor will knock on any pearly gates.You are a "probability" and a very low one for that. You were born due to a chemical reaction and will die because of one. Your thoughts, memories, even your consciousness are all just illusions, Your existence a mere chance.
You call yourself free? What does the word freedom mean? Who enslaved you in the first place?. What made you aware and crave for "freedom"? We are all slaves-not to any external force, but only to our selves. Freedom is not from an outside power but from your own pre-conditioned brains! You slog for the first 17 years of life to go to a prestigious college. There you slog for another 3-5 years so that you get a good job. You want this job so that you can slog for another 40 years so that you can die comfortably! So basically we start working our a**es off from the moment we are born, preparing for your own death. You don't need 80 years of hard work to die comfortably, all you need is a gun!(or some pills).
I guess it makes you feel better, adding schedules, aims, systems and hollow missions to your life. It gives you consolation, makes you feel important, and gives you a purpose. That is all very well, but do not make the mistake of believing any of it! You were NOT born to do ANYTHING. You do it because 80 years is too long a wait, and too hard to pass without doing anything.
My waiting is over though, there goes the last part of my body. A short lived, rare probability that will now cease to exist.
Friday, February 9, 2007
Pseudo Intellectuals beware
hi guys,
Well a lot of my friends were always asking me why i never created a blog and i always shrugged my shoulders in reply. Today I have created one and i did so with nervous, shivering fingers. Don't get me wrong, its not that i have nothing to say or am scared of people reading my thoughts the reason is much more scary than that. To tell you the truth I'm petrified of pseudo intellectuals. I can't stand to breathe in the same space as someone who must always say something about everything. I'm embarrassed to a puddle of murky water when i see someone pouring garbage out of their mouths with a look of smugness on their face.
So all you people, please do me this favour- DO NOT BULLSHIT. This is my space and I've created it not to look smart or feel smart or boost any ones ego. I would welcome all sincere posts and comments, no matter how badly they're worded or how short they are. What i will not allow are posts written out of an idiotic need to sound like u know it all. So please ppl, do away with the habit of writing your posts on MS word and then using the "synonym" option to replace the nice and simple words with "blogertronianticious" ones. Thanks but no Thanks:). Blogs to me have come to mean the same as "bullshit-logs" and i don't want this space to turn into that. I want it to be real... I want all of you to be real. Don't read my posts if it doesn't make sense to you as i write for myself and not for anyone else.
Thanks for your patience,
garima
"keep it real!"
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