Someone with an opinion please stand up
Not a day goes by these days when am not face-to-face with yet another social media junkie, who thinks he/she know the all about the known universe. That a simple LIKE or a RETWEET makes them part of the action, development, revolution what have you. But where the hell in all this ruckus are those wonderful souls lost who used to posses this beautiful gift. The gift of opinion. Sharing their thoughts, ideas, choices, tastes whatever and everything at the same time without giving a flying rat’s hairy arse for what others thought.
If technology is the game changer, it sure also is the root cause of the brain drought. If the people are lacking food for thought, we better start harvesting soon, coz at this rate, we are all gonna be Social Media Powered Zombies with no sense of opinion of individuality. We might as well start packing for Orwell’s world. And maybe 2012, would actually be 1984.
If so far the blog isn’t getting your brain activated, its probably too late for you. And guess what, theirs is no cure for Zombieism and neither is any research underway to find one. So if you are a Zombie, you are screwed. So shutdown this damn screen, don’t even bother completing this sentence and go out and see the sky. Depict the different shapes of the floating clouds. Or simply smile. But hey, you are still reading so forget it. You are a lost cause.
Until next time…
Keep Smiling.
God’s lil hell-hole!
We all have been blessed or cursed (depends how you look at it) to be born and surviving in this age of conspiracy theories. Everything from the attacks around the world, to the divine light…everything has a conspiracy theory attached to it. But ever stopped and wondered whatever it meant to be in hell.
Describe hell! A place where it’s always hot …. Aka modern day world…thanks to suv sucking every drop of fuel and nitro-boosting global warming. The devil is thy lord…well…just look at ur boss and u’ll know what am talking abt… and it’s a place u can never run away from.
So which part of the description differs classic hell from our very own…semi-rotting earth? And yes…THEY also say…hell’s on earth..well..i’d say…hell is earth…or atleast all the squeekly earthlings are trying their luck in making this little accidentally created planet as inhabitable as possible…as soon as they can.
Unfortunately I can’t even tell my mother-in-law to see me in hell…she might just ask me to drop her there on my way home.
Until next…keep smiling and continue rotting….lol…
Thank you recession
24 months ago everything was hunky-dory. The birds were chirping on fake tree-tops. The to-let signs were collecting dust in the basement storage units and banks were giving away loans like handing out candies on Halloween. But then came the down fall, the bubble burst and numerous other adjectives the media dug out of their archives to make a bad situation look better than worse. I distinctly remember reading someone terming the situation as “A Financial Apocalypse”.
Well now things are different, but thanks to recession, we are all screwed. And as my wandering mind was absorbing this overwhelming avalanche of just about everything bad around me, I just thought it would be great to stumble upon the magical lamp with the genie inside. But then again, recession took away my favourite Arabian nights tale.
On basis of technicality, a genie can only grant three wishes, but hey, with the inflation and recession, what exactly are you gonna achieve in just three wishes?
A hefty bank balance, the tax department will take most of it. A fancy car? Someone will surely scratch it out of spite. A great house? Do you really want me to explain that too?
Lets just say, until next time.
Keep smiling.
Lazy
Blogging is a lot of things. For some it’s an addiction. A way of expression. A way of sharing their lives with a world. It’s the insatiable urge to bring that smile on someone’s face across time zones or just next door. Isn’t that another great thing about blogging? I feel ashamed to return to the blogging community after a hiatus. But then again, I need to come back for my fix. Am glad this is legit unlike other fix(s).
What my blogging habits have done is bring me face to face with my biggest inner-demon…Laziness. I always was lazy, but was in denial. I guess i was too lazy to acknowledge or accept my laziness. Should have seen this coming. No wonder my choice of restaurants is based on their take-out menu and delivery timing.
Anyways. Now my take-out is just about reaching, and guess what, am yet again lazy to type more.
So until next time, keep smiling.
Opinion
Opinion, as I just discovered is a one-sided game, especially when you are in a relationship. Simple things that are irrelevant, need to be approved by the she in the relationship. While when its the he’s turn to share his opinion, well lets not go down that lane.
But as i’ve learnt, when in a relationship it’s better to take a crash course in sharpening some of your traits. Namely, fake smiling, the fake “I like it so much”, the instant No to every time the devil’s question is popped “Am I looking fat in these?” and yes, the best of all, the need to master the art of endless patience, and great upper body strength to lug around those humongous shopping bags, carts, etc.
There’s something about sharing an opinion which is like an aphrodisiac for most minds. People feel aroused by the concept of being involved in someone’s life, and more importantly influencing it. Some seek opinion, which translates to approval, while others distribute it for free like a Christmas bonanza.
So the next time you feel the urge to spill your beans of wisdom on to someone and influence someone else’s life, I say that’s the time to make some imaginary friends, or better yet, take a crash course in schizophrenia.
Until next time, keep smiling.
RIP Social Identity
Untimely demise can stir some unusual thoughts. A few days back the demise of a well-known ad-man in the UAE got me thinking about this. The reason behind this enlightment, the social profile of the deceased continued to receive pokes, wall-posts, gifts, etc. Sadly most sites don’t give the “Leave me alone, I am Dead” option for profile updates.
In this modern social networking-dependent world, if someone does not reply to a message or a wall scrap, he’s usually deemed to self-involved or too cool for school. But no one for a second stops and thinks, is the other person alright, or as in this matter, ALIVE.
Common guys, I know it can be bugging if people call all the time, so we social-connect, but we got to break the rules and get conventional. Just pick up the phone and call just to say hello. It’s million times better than a barrage of pokes and wall posts and definitely better than throwing a sheep, donkey or dinosaur at someone.
Until next time, keep smiling……
Why tempt in a family restaurant?
It happens to be so, that I’m at a juncture in my life cycle where everyone around me, except me, is jumping in the nuptial well. And as fate would have it, they make babies, and yes, our social meetings are usually at the so-called family restaurant.
Now before I embark to tickle ur funny bone, here’s my definition of a family restaurant. It’s a place where married people, with their offspring go to relax, celebrate or eat, in case the husband is too tired to cook (bet you gals didn’t catch the sarcasm there). So the expected decor has got to be very family oriented right?
But, whenever I’ve been to one of these “Family Restaurants”, I’m usually greeted by a hottie which rates at 9.5 on hottie richter scale, is of course well-endowed and not to mention proud of her assets and showing it off as well. Now, you think a man can sit in a restaurant, and eat in the face of this divine temptation. It’s the equivalent of having a hot-dog poster stuck in front of your treadmill, or running a marathon with a beer keg tied to your back.
And not to mention the age old alibi of the society that a man should stand firm on his ground in the face of temptation, well, Screw That. If they through it your way, take it and run like you wearing your neighbour’s shoes.
For a family restaurant they ought to have certain guidelines. For example, the stewardess should not weight anything less then 85 kilograms. Show have at least a well-trimmed moustache, if not the full beard. Should be an ardent advocate of No Deodorant Policy. So long and so forth.
Sadly at this point I got nothing to hare with my married friends, except…..Regret You Suckers!!!!!!!
Until Next Time…Keep Smiling…
why turn left whe you can ignore right?
i this righteous age of self-awareness and self-rejuvenation, and self this and self that..don’t u ever stop and wonder…are these self-ings path to self destruction?
Why do any of the stuff when we want to be free?why should i spell free as free when i can equally communicate the idea with phree? why look for directions…turn left or right…when u can discover so much more when u are lost? And it’s not just me blabbering along…look at some of the most important discoveries and inventions of our times…one common element…..no directions…accidents…mistakes…so on this note…i’d end my brain fart…and leave u with a thought…just today or just for the next 60minutes….stop following rules…guidelines…etc…and just loose urself…u never know what u’ll discover:)
Until next time…..keep smiling!
Home pregnancy test to check stupidity!
So here we are…the age of the internet….well I guess this blog is a few years late…and the devolution has already begun…but here are a few facts….the first being…u sitting there…reading this blog…written by an absolute stranger…in a country u’ve never visited..and getting partially (if not completely influenced by the writer’s thoughts) is a testament to the so screwed up society….for crying out loud…I have friends who can’t remember the last time they lapped a big one…or did anything apart from getting piss drunk on the weekend and nursing the hangover for what is left of the weekend. Everyone’s stopped using their perception and judgement and replaced it with a desktop icon of Google…..google your life…gimme a break…how difficult is it for someone to take 11 minutes at a restaurant table and decide what they wanna eat…but no….people I’ve met…actually ‘Google” the menu before hand, as if in some sort of relay race with the waiter and the chef.
While I can go on and on with my ranting about grabbing life by its testies…here’s a little something something for you….shut the damn machine…go out…talk to an absolute stranger and enjoy this wonderful thing which dead people miss called life!
Until next time…Keep smiling!!
