Yet again, my laziness and self-esteem manage to curtail my prosaic diarrhoea. Therefore, to cut a long story short, I’ve lost my phone. Never mind, what happened. If a man in this dreadful city is so depraved/deprived that he wouldn’t return an utterly-battered-hardly-working N72, which wouldn’t fetch him more than 500 bucks in the black market, to gain a complete unassuming stranger’s goodwill, then I don’t want to talk about it. I know I’m living in a rut!
Now, to snip another story, I’ve realized I cannot do without a phone in this obnoxious city with its obtrusive ways. I’ll have to have a communicating contraption at hand even if I’m to simply go about my simple functions. I had envisioned this loss as the next symbolic detachment after Facebook, but nah, idealism beyond a point is just stupid. Fuck it!
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We’re studying Paradise Lost and Doctor Faustus, and they’re both being taught by firm believers. It’s like getting my spiritual beliefs offended each academic hour by the drones. They’ve even penetrated poor Calvin in his grave. And plus, the eager to please kids. What am I, a probable agnost, to do amidst all of this? Masturbate? Yes, that’d be a nice option but no! I guess, I should just trip as always
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My faith in myself has been restored after sustaining a slight jolt, which of course, I immediately soothed out with the balm of rationalization. Yes, I have to confess that I was somewhat pissed about missing out on a first division. And more exasperating was the fact that the insufferable drudges in my class scored more than me. In a moment of weakness I questioned myself and then shamelessly justified it all for my own conviction.
But then, I finally checked the marks break-up and did a bit of comparison and analysis. It turns out, the only reason I didn’t ace the thing was ‘cause I missed out on the trivial/butt-licking/internal assessment marks (I only got 28/75 for the 3 courses; not that I deserved more but I’m just pointing it out to gloat)
But yes, I did nail the exams! 50/75 in a main literature paper ain’t no mean shit! Which provides the heartening conclusion that one need not bend to prescribed formulaic answering patterns. The goods shall be appreciated if they are good, and that’s just the charming thing about literature!
PS: I did try to keep the conceit in check, really, I did.
PPS: I just read the entire thing again, I don’t know why I even bothered to write it
PPPS: I just realized I hardly cuss in speech. Hmm, mild-mannered scribe unleashing his vile tongue and fiery erection on paper – Heeheehee!
abey,great yaar...i know how it feels when you loose your phone( i lost mine a monthe back), but as u said there is nothiing great you can do about the fact,in this"obnoxious" city. my final collection was titled exported sadhus meets an imported hippie",was curious to show you the pictures( since an appraisal/criticism) from a candidate who himself cleared nift matters to me. it's on FB.too heavy too mail,is there any other third option?p.s:it had graphical pictures of sadhus with blog entries at the back.
ReplyDeleteRAHUL VIJAY.
Good going Ishan, reward yourself with a new phone :P
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ReplyDeleteYeah man, like I said, I'd love to check it out but for fuckin' Facebook. You should use Picasa or something man, I never felt the need to use it myself but I've heard it's quite convenient. Love the title, although, I'd have gone for 'Imported Sadhus meet Exported Hippie' but nevertheless, sounds catchy enough to evoke anyone's interest.
Keep up the good work for art's sake
Cheers!
@Harrington
Yeah, I think I should. Although, I'm trying to abstain for now
you're lucky you got rid of facebook. i'm still 'living in a rut'. also, about the insufferable drudges- i know what you mean. HATE them. but again, hate is merely a burden if it doesn't motivate.
ReplyDeleteDude, Facebook is evil!
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