Note: This post is a take on MAD (Making Americans Dumber). If the only images that MAD conjures up in your head are those of a certain Mrs. Nene, then congratulations. You are a hormonally active heterosexual male or a hormonally active homosexual female. Either way, you are not frigid.

You know what I hate? The bit of skin that chafes off the sides of my thumb! I pull and pull at it, hoping it will go away till I have no skin left right up to my shoulders. You know what I hate? Country music! I don't know what country it is from, but it sure is not mine. You know what I hate? Multiple posts made on the same blog in a day! Especially, when I make a post on mine, and the multi-post blog displaces mine from the home page, not even giving me prime real estate space for 3 hours.

You know what I hate? The toilet seat left down! Woman, putting it back up is not rocket science - it is just good manners. You know what I hate? Friends on messenger when I have loads to do! If friends in need are friends indeed, they should be around when I have nothing to do. You know what I hate? Trying too hard for anything! If human beings were supposed to work hard then they would be the one pulling the carts while bullocks rode in them.

You know what I hate? That token stutterer in all low-budget movies! Merely looking at a stutterer is not funny anymore. You know what I hate? Remix albums! At this rate, they will be remixing the National Anthem next. You know what I hate? The hot chick at the airport that frisks the man who uses any 'macho' product! The hands that frisk me always belong to some pot-bellied officer.

You know what I hate? Waking up with a stubble! I sure did not go to bed with one. You know what I hate? TV shopping ads that make you lose half-an-inch in two hours! If I use the product for half a week then I should disappear altogether. You know what I hate? When my underwear rides really really really high up my ass! Oh wait, may be I like that.

You know what I love? This blog! Need I say more?

Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: Hemant Kumar - Na Tum Humein Jaano
There is something about a heartbreak, something so grotesquely inane about it that it defies all known logic. Even the unknown ones, I am sure, would be blatantly defied by it. For the sole reason that those logical reasoning sequences have remained unknown, is sheerly because they were meant to be defied anyway. Why theorise (Nothing wrong with the spelling here. Just that I have not become yank yet.) something that you know is going to be refuted?

About heartbreaks. They are supposed to be extremely difficult to get over. Like they say, "Yeh ishq nahi aasaan, itna hi samajh lije. Ek aag ka dariyaa hai aur doob ke jaana hai." Translated verbatim this means, "This love is not easy, understand only this. One river of fire it is, and drown you have to." Basically, this tells you how difficult the whole thing is. No, not heartbreak. But to express something in English that has no business being expressed in anything but Urdu. Aha, two buts in my sentence. Purists would fret. I would too, if someone else had done it.

For some reason, as human beings, we tend to lose connect with ourselves if we do not constantly challenge the boundaries of our capabilities. Even if that means copy writing those ads for BPOs and call centres (Again, the spelling is right. I have not become yank yet.) that read something like, "Do you constantly feel the urge to work in a challenging environment? Do deadlines bring out the best in you? Would you like to work in a dynamic team that gives you a sense of purpose?" And other such yadda yadda. Basically, that means, "We have peanuts to offer you to make you work like a dog but if we said that we would not be able to get you hook, line and sinker."

Perhaps it is that urge, that need which people tend to call the need to attain self-actualisation (Again, the spelling is right. I have not become yank yet) or, if you have it in you to call a spade a spade, that trait of masochism that gets us to fall head over heels for someone without realising what suckers we are becoming in the process. Oh, there are phrases like, "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" that make us feel all goose-pimply and philosophical about the whole thing. Only as long as the going is good though.

Ardent readers of my blog (hah, like that species exists!) would question the veracity of this post, the same way they would question the veracity of any of the posts on this blog. As if I ever needed to have any experience/knowledge to write about something! It is not whether you know anything about what you are writing. It is about if others believe that you do.

Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: Foo Fighters - Kungfu Fighting
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