Its not funny anymore.....

I am hesitating to write these days, something that has never happened till date, and its shocking because no matter the number of restrictions put on me writing has always been something I could do. I'm hoping this self-imposed gag will come to an end in the near future...others might be wondering..why did this silly nerd stop writing stuff..who reads it anyway? the thing is ..its practice for the near future where even us average iqed people may have to stop not just writing but thinking and having opinions as well in this country.

the events of the last few weeks have made it clear that most Indians are inevitable players in some sort of sick (BDSM/hunger games)with no safe words.

we are handcuffed by our own culture and religions, the key lost somewhere in our back pockets. Blinded and deafened by media, gagged on a rotting value system and half-clothed in some social media filter trending this month, tied to the post of rabid nationalism. All nice and ready to be whipped. 

Is it too much of a visual..well we deserve it. Its the cost of having politicians who think they are gods but are not, its the cost of having leadership that is equivalent to a fish having wings or viagra in a corpse (completely useless and the second is very creepy). Its the cost of belonging to a country where people are brought up to be just as miserable as their parents.

It's a rude reminder to wake up, to shrug off that casual attitude towards the total lack of freedom of expression, to burst that bubble we put ourselves in and face the harsh truths that while we may tout ourselves to belong to a great nation, its as far apart from the truth as the distance between earth and Pluto.

Even jokes on the pathetic state of our nation are intolerable both literally as well as figuratively.

I end the rant wondering if the bottom of the barrel that we live in has even more false bottoms that are yet to be descended into? The song in my Shazam is perfect for this mood....its Everybody Knows by Sigrid..for non-nerds it's from the movie Justice League. 
Ironic that a song from a comic fantasy movie describes reality better than reality itself....


With that, i take my leave..feel better and worse now. Next update will be lighter and funnier i hope...Au Revoir and Alvida (so that andh desh bhakts dont get triggered)               

Why Like This ?

Hello Fellow Misanthropic s (I'm being generous here...) its been so long that i had forgotten about the sort of type of blog i had attempted at so long ago......

Just kidding....i wont use so many long ago's...suffice to say its been 7 years already (aiyayo) since my juvenile attempts at selfplaining....i'm older now, just as crazy and eccentric, maybe a lot rounder and more weathered......Anyways the lines i write here are just mine, my own!!!!!(my precious).....Have to give that DisClaimer ya know otherwise i might be attacked or something (Where is that pepper spray?) Here you will find musings, stupid questions, venting s, rantings, opinions, lots of smiles and laughs.....and some long gyaan sessions. Have fun taking a trip through my buzzing head.....


Today started not so specially, just normal Friday shennanigans your mind might throw..like making you wistfully think of time travelling to tomorrow just so you could fondle your pillow some more and then remembering that its your turn in the chore chart to clean the bathrooms in the house (epps!).That wakes you up nice and proper. Brush...Bath....Look disappointedly at the wardrobe for dress choices that will magically appear (accio jeans pant). Rush to office hoping the traffic more runny( like last nights dal) than today morning's bricky Upma (yuck!) but the traffic gods and goddesses are not on anybody's side. Now dont worry i'm not going to bore myself with long rants about the traffic disasters in my lovely also stinky city, i like being stuck in a jam(sort of) it gives me the opportunity to observe all the drama happening around me, tbh its better than Agnisakshi(for the kannada gotilla's, its a kannada soap opera which can be included as punishment in Dante's hell). From that creepy uncle who cant stop eye fucking the zipper on my jeans, the nosy wife interested in everything but her husband who is dropping her to office anyway, to the nervous guy checking if his zipper is closed protecting his honor, to the guy actually showing the brand of his boxes to the universe (insta would have been a better place no), to the college girl wrestling with the helmet which doesnt want to be parted from the hair to the veggies hawker trying to hawk his wares( nice business model) to this very interested author who's grinning for no apparent reason....Traffic jams have become "married" to the lifeblood of the city and whether i 'ship this madly in chemistry couple or not, they are here to stay......


Happy Friday everyone....As the traffic moves i can hear the refrains of that famous B Jayashri song "Car Car Car Car ellodi car" (Again for Kannada Gotilla's- it means Cars Everywhere...)

TATA BYE Bye...