Choose

Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television!
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose diet and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrasment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life..I chose something else.And the reasons?
There are no reasons.

Branded Interests

Anything around us these days is graded in quality not by any factor but by the "Brand" name it carries....i mean i rather pay 600 extra bucks and take a levis jeans then some other similar jeans....{why is an other question....guaranteed quality is my answer & we can fight on that topic another time} but my point is.....anything from Cars to Clothes to Shoes to Watches {thats as far as my needs go} is run by "Brand".
But ever heard about branded "Interests", yeah i know the first thing that comes to your mind is 'How the fuck can interests be branded?'. well i got your answer, most ppl have only broken knowledge in most things they do....Lets take the example of a guy studying engineering from a decent coll for example....most normal decent urban guys have 3-4 things in mind.... ROCK, SOCCER and Southpark {the 4th is dope, booze etc}....
Now for a "idiot" to 'maintain' his cool dude image, he would listen to a few rock songs his friends gave him, watch a few sitcoms that are generally said to be 'intelligent comedy' and so on...although he would otherwise listen to crap and watch crap and be happy and content about it. Now when someone else comes and says he likes Mettalica, all he would say is he loves it, and adores it to the fullest, but really has no idea of the kind of music they actually do...He would generally make his opinion based on the brand value of the interest than on his own feeling...

Let me share few things here.... a few months ago i was kinda obsessed with GODSMACK's Voodoo and Serenity, so was playing it back to back for quite a while...when one such idiot came and told me this, and i quote "dude the pop crap is better than this", but when i said that it was Godsmack and that he should hear the song again he replied back saying...."godsmack is awesome dude...and so is this song", now i ain't saying anything...all i could do is laugh at him...another time he sat behind me when i was watching Southpark, he said Dragon Ball Z or some other crap was better and that i sould stop wasting my time on such stuff, when i told him it was Southpark, his immediate reaction was "OH!!"...and then started raving about how good he felt Southpark was....

I mean there is something called individuality and identity , when these both r molded depending on other's choices...those words ironically loose their main meaning...hope ppl get it...

Well i cant draw any conclusions from this but i can surely say something "Your Interests are YOUR own", it doesn't matter if the world hates them as long as you like it." and it amuses me to think about the extent to which these idiots go to keep up their image, even though everyone knows he is an asshole......well all i can say to them is Amen!!



PS:1) Was to post this one in the month of may....but couldn't because i was pretty darn lazy to do it :P ....
2)Happy birthday asshole (DHAW).....this post is ur gift.....(well a few hours delay can never hurt anyone right....

Ode to the Nice Guys

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.