Fool's Paradise

This is in response to Henna's post...

I used to be an idealist until i realised i was being an idiot. So well the kinda world i wanted to live in then and now has changed a bit.... Im not proud of it, but here goes...

1) I wanted to live in a world where people wouldnt be apathetic and oblivious to the suffering around them. And today I have become just that...

2) I wanted to live in a world where people lived according to their convictions and principles. And somwhere along the line, i lost mine.

3) I wanted to live in a world where people stood up for a cause, fought for what is right and lived with the knowledge that they contributed, in some way, in making this world a better place. Today, i have given up on all the issues that were close to my heart, issues i was passionate about...i know i have done nothing significant in my life...

4) I wanted to live in a world where i knew i was being a good person. Today, i feel everything but that...

5) oh and yeah..a world where there is 'world peace.....' heheheheheehehe

ps- yeah i know this is a very emotional and personal post and its very unlike me to be even talking about these things publicly. i dunno why i am writing about all of this here, but yeah, its not like any of you care anyway...;)

blame it on cats, monkeys and chaddi!

Once upon a time, there lived a boy I cant name. If i did name this boy, he would kill my family and castrate my cat (and if you havent got whom in talking about already, then you really are daft!).

Now this boy is quite a character. Besides having a gay homophobic boyfriend (dont ask...its complicated...), he also has this weird fixation with silver shiny objects. Now you can give this man a million dollars and be sure that he would keep it safely but never...and i repeat...never... entrust him with any breakable object...not even chalk! This boy who cant be named will watch the most violent, bloody movies on earth and trick others into watching them too...but his favorite movie is kuck kuch hota hain...!!!

The genesis of his retardedness lies in a tragic tale of cats and monkeys which left him scarred for life. But since i fear for my security, I shall refrain from narrating that story....

But do not be afraid, ladies and gentlemen, of this specimen. He is rather nice once you get used to him and his sense of humour. He is quite a sport actually and is even willing to risk embarrassment and dance with dobu and me. And yes, someday the two of us plan to start a band...be afraid...very very afraid!

He might do a lot of stupid things but his heart is in the right place. When you are in the worst of moods you can call the bugger...He will give you the suckiest advice on earth but he will manage to cheer you up nonetheless. And last but not the least, the imagery of him and amogh doing..er...will stay with me forever.....PEACE!!

Ps- I know, I know, I should update my blog more often...