Books With Pink Covers

You know it has just struck me that we have been duped!
All our lives, fairytales, movies, love songs and all the happily ever after nonsense has taught us to believe that situations always have happy endings and that you always get the conclusion you hoped for, despite the odds, despite adversity, despite all circumstances!!!
It's only when you get old enough to be jaded and enjoy the wittiness of being a cynical non-believer that you realize things only ever fall into place in that particular dream like fashion in...well...in dreams, dreams, fairytales and books with pink covers.
Real life is not so accomodating as this, in the real world we are often too fat, too stupid to realize, caught in the wrong situation, confused by our own feelings or downright scared to make things happen that way...
The most frustrating thing of all is that despite all evidence to the contrary, i have been so throughly brainwashed by the happily ever after, love at first sight, oppose an empire for you, king of men, princess of the sea type crap that I still find myself waiting for that one mad, passionate, unreasonable, unquestioning, unstoppable love to happen to me.
Now here's what I wonder, two things really, does our mad, passion impulse control have a shelf life? I mean after a certain age are we incapable of ever going to that magical neverland of love and abandon? Seems a little that way sometimes, so it that us growing up and getting smarter or growing up and growing deader?
The second thing, do we have a quota for love? I mean how much, how many times are you allowed to find the all consuming flame? Perhaps we each have only one go, what happens then if things fall apat is everything else just second best?
That's what really scares me, who would want to live the rest of thier lives settled on second best?

...To Every Story

You've all heard them say that there are two sides to every story right? So here's the rub when both sides are so blatantly contradictory which do you believe...in fact take for instence a situation which is being described to you in some detail the situation and the detail presented to you from both sides is in fact exactly the same, the only difference is each narrator has swapped roles and dialogues in their own versions and have ended up playing the protagonist???
Something is amiss no?
So is it a case of excersing good judgement and weighing character and all that or does one simply believe the first version one is told on the grounds that further pondering would simply be a waste of time? Hmmmm....you could always just opt for the most likely version but then how would you know for sure that you were right?
You could of course assume that both stories are trying to grab the glory and try and disect the truth somewhere in between...or then you could just get a life and not spend hours trying to figure out an intricate web of fantasy and deception and then writing blogs about spending time trying to figure out an intricate web of fantasy and deception.
The fact remains that no one persons account is ever totally truthful be that consciously or unconciously people no matter how honest always color incidents with tones of their own perception....I guess this is why hearsay is inadmissable in a court of law. But what is it in our making that makes us so unable to recreate any event without embellishments or our own slant to things? Are we so fundamentally opinion ridden that we cannot escape it?
Oh well, I guess that's why they say there are two sides to every story and sometimes many more!

Money Management

I feel I will never be rich, not because I'm incapable of making money or that i think I'm one of those who will be far more appreciated after my death but for the simple reason that I cannot save. If i have a hundred billion rupees in my bag I will spend it in a single afternoon and them ask myself what did i do with a hundred million rupees?
Where did I learn to be such a wasteful creature? Who knows surely not from my parents?

Fair Trade?!@#

People, I feel, are very adapt at making a mess of their lives, I think this is another great tragedy of our species. How is it that all the other animals in the world know exactly what is best for them...Except cats of course who often exercise bad judgement in terms of climbing trees and crossing streets. And all the silly fish who take the bait and end up served on plates or mounted on walls. Veering off the track. But my point is that how is it that mankind is so skilled at making bad choices?
Is this what it means to be the smartest animal? Or at the top of the food chain? Or having a thumb and being capable of thought and feeling? Wouldn't it be easier just to have basic survival instincts and less emotional baggage?
I mean, are we the only species that consciously does shit that's bad for us? That we know will upset us, destroy our lungs, fry our brains and short term memory and erode our liver? Do lions hang out eating poisonous animals trying to get a high? Do polar bears go looking for relationships with the polar bear they know will treat them the worst?
I think we waz robbed! The thumb in exchange for fatal judgment, mental hang ups and addictive personalities!
Fair trade?

Night In With The Boys

Guinness World Records Commercial Break Question: what's the largest lizard in the world?
A. Gila Monster
B. Iguana
C. Komodo Dragon
D. Some other lizerdy thing

Sameer questions from the recess of his bean bag in a cold and fluey voice: Does the Komodo Dragon breath fire?

Fahad: No but it's really big, like ten feet and it eats meat.

Mashal: That doesn't make it a dragon, I mean cats eat meat.

Sameer: I think the two essential qualities of a dragon are flying and breathing fire.

Mashal: Yeah this Komodo guy doesn't fit the bill.

Fahad: Yea but a cat wouldn't jump on you and start eating you.

Sameer: It would if it were a big cat.

Mashal: Yea that doesn't make a lions, dragons

Confusion.

Fahad: Yea but its a big fucking reptile that eats meat, you have use a reptile comparison.

Silence.

20 Minutes and two cups of tea later...

Sameer: Crocodile.

Un-Lived

Most people nowadays get so wrapped up in the 'things' they want or need or expect to achieve this elusive, insatiable facade of social acceptability that they forget who they are and what they are really all about. Just today my cousins and I were discussing how, increasingly marriage is becoming a matter of the right house, the right job and the right car...people get so caught up in all of this that they forget the precious little reasons they wanted to marry their spouses in the first place.
I feel so much young talent, vitality and energy gets sucked out of our community by this incredible pressure to conform and fit into this mould of banker, doctor, engineer... that even the handful of individuals who come back home looking to embrace something new and daring, soon give in to the pressure of our society's acceptable occupations and live their lives in quiet desperation.
This pursuit of a clone society seems to have left us without adventurers, without dreamers and explorers and artists. It seems have filled our ranks instead with the deep rooted dissatisfaction of lives left unlived, unexplored and dreams forgotten, unrealized.
Should, God forbid, anyone want to take a year off after college and go see the World our families and societies condemn them as lunatic, dropouts who will never amount to much, who are running astray and will never have a family of their own...why?
Is self discovery and the pursuit of personality so wrong?
What has this world come to when young people are required to stop dreaming, to stop aspiring to something greater, something new?
Will this world of ours ultimately kill the possibility of breaking new ground? Of growing and becoming? Of Living?
I must admit, this is a thought, a world, that terrifies me.
Cheers to all those out there living their dreams and hoping for something better.

Cinderella Men

So I was watching Cinderella yesterday. Yes the cartoon. I was working out and it was on, ok? But anyway I was watching Cinderella and the last bit was on, you know the bit where they are all trying on the glass slipper and Cinderella is locked in her room. Anyway I'm watching this scene, the little mice are risking their lives to get that key, Cinderella is crying her eyes out over the prince she loves and will never see again. The wicked step mother is all happy that she has once again thwarted Cinderella's dreams of happiness, Bruno the dog is being woken up and dragged up the stairs to fight the cat...and all the while I'm thinking that all this effort is being made for this Prince who never bloody did ANYTHING!
I mean he danced with her at the dance and looked all pretty but at the end of the day he isn't even out looking for her himself!
Fairy tales are really setting the bar low for men sweeping women of their feet. I mean what's this really saying? That if you have a few bob, a title and a pretty face, the girls and the mice and what have you will move heaven and earth just to be by your side? Are fairy tales the reason men today can't be arsed?

If you look at it, with the exception of Sleeping Beauty (who's prince is quite dishy by the way) in which the Prince has to kill dragons and man eating thorn bushes to go wake her up, all the fairy tale princes make zero effort, turn up at the last minute to make an honest woman out of the princess and claim the glory. And why in this age of political correctness is no one bothered by the fact that Snow White never once even considered hooking up any of the Dwarves who were such devoted love slaves?

Come to think of it the Beast in Beauty and the Beast does make quiet an effort to win over and protect old Beauty but then he's supposed to be ugly so that doesn't count.