Mr.Hyde's Residence

Retreat to the shadows. Because, in her light, you will always be invisible to her. And the only way you can match that dazzle is by setting yourself on fire. Condemned to be a spectator. Not mute. But hey, a spectator is a spectator. And then, you smile a smile that gives away your sorrow. She's still as beautiful as ever. Dazzlingly so. But she isn't your flame anymore. Make peace ? But you're a moth drawn to fire. You still want to burn. Like she cares.

The Bills have eyes. Eyes that consume your soul. The bills show up every month, look into your pipedreams and snigger. Its upto you to stand up to the bills,  snigger right back, and reclaim your soul. You never wanted to be a drone pandering to everyone's aspirations but your own. Don't belittle the dreams you saw as a kid. They are what you wanted. That is your baseline, and you owe that little kid his dreams. If it helps, that little kid is still who you are. Soliloquy is good.

13 hours to repressed rage. 13 hours to kowtowing to moronic ignoramuses. 13 hours to fakes and facades. 13 hours to being re-accquainted with the sanitised list of things-to-do that is life. 13 hours to jostling with other inmates in the cage of Egomaniacs' Voluntary Illusion Corp. Incorporated. 13 hours to purgatory.

The point where you start listening to your fears and doubts more than your optimistic wishes is when you've finally entered adulthood. When you switch to defence from offence. When you realise the extent to which the world can screw you. When you forget that the state at which you are now are exactly where you didn't want to be, and that things could actually have been and can get worse. Where you have to choose for the first time in your life - short term or long term, secu rity and happiness ? When you start being an untrusting shell. Where taxes and inflation affect you, and not just that everpresent shield : the parents. When you begin to prepare to be an un"cool" money-earning grown-up. That time is now. I bid thee farewell - childhood, youth, exuberance, spontaneity. I welcome life and its travails. Its been an honour. Cross my heart and hope to die...RICH.

" We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off." - Tyler Durden Good Examples : Each one of us. If you say you aren't what is described in this quote, you're a pathetic whimper of a human being. Yet, YOU will inherit the world. Because the oldies are right, the world is going to the dogs.

Its always too late by the time you understand. Developing our instinct is called experience. Thats why we respect our parents - they have a solution no matter what. Heart of heart, we aspire to be that saviour-figure for people around us. To be as indispensable to people as your parents were to you- THAT is the root of ambition. Respect, awe, adoration, fear, worship - all feelings that you've felt for your parents and want others to feel for you. Its ingrained in you. Its who you want to be.

Ignorance is bliss, and we are cursed. Different levels of knowing. Yet cursed, whatever level. When was the last time you laughed whole-heartedly at something that didn't spell doom for someone else ? When was the last time you laughed with yourself, not at yourself, and not at others' misfortunes ? When was the last time you felt unbridled joy, peace and a sense of calm ? I'll tell you. When you were drunk or stoned. That's how sad we are. And if you don't indulge, I pity you. You're a machine. We're doomed. And happiness begins in acceptance.

Che Guevara shirts are worn by privileged kids in urban environments. "Che Guevara" sells. Capitalism uses a symbol of leftist revolution, brands him cool, and then makes money. Ask people who wear Che shirts, and in all probablity, they wouldn't know what he did, or stood for. Where does that leave us ? All the quotes notwithstanding, I think capitalism trolled Senor Guevara

A state of perpetual economic war, the pawns in which fritter away their lives living with the ambition that they too would someday, exploit others without any sense of empathy, so that they would be able shed their tears in a BMW and not on a bicycle. I'm a pawn. You're a pawn. The person crying in his Beemer is also a pawn. A rich pawn is a pawn. A poor pawn is a pawn. Ambition these days means choosing one kind of ideal pawn-state. Real Ambition, in my humble opinion, would mean striving to be a non-pawn.

I am. No point thinking how or why. Shit happens. No point thinking how or why. Got to walk the walk, got to talk the talk. Having her would've been great. But it wasn't to be. Got to walk the walk. From Boy to Man - a fall from grace. But what a fall ! Thank you, woman. Learnt a lot. Love.

Manipal :Where we lived. Where we loved. Where we lost. Where we smoked. Where we got stoned. Where we touched Happiness. I look down upon all people who don't know Manipal. Manipal-my muse, my love, my whore.

Why is taking a leap of faith discouraged, whereas, taking faithless dragging steps towards "achievement" is encouraged ? Achievement of what ? Is that all that remains of life ? Ego-satiation, they say. To what end ? I will trudge to work, I will do my duty, I will suppress and oppress myself, I will grin and bear it, I will sit quietly while my mind plays with orgies of blood. But the question remains...TO WHAT END ? Why is "want" such a bad word ?

When its dark enough, you can see the stars. You'll reach out for them like a madman, gallant in your insanity. It is then that you realise - beauty is grim.

Utopia Circa 2040 . The system works. “Internet” is archaic usage. It’s called the Network now. It’s the tree of life around which human consciousness revolves and depends on. Everything falls into place thanks to all the data streams flying across the internet. Public infrastructure dynamically adjusts schedules, repairs, inventories, and routes to account for chinks in the armour. Loopholes have ceased to exist.  For once, you can tell what your spouse or your rebellious teenage kid wants on her birthday because their data tells the shoppingbot exactly what they want. Command and Conquer used to be a game once upon a time. Its reality now.  Smart services using artificial intelligence help us better manage our workloads. Our lives are clutter-free and streamlined. The network is a truly private space. None of the spying and surveillance from the first decade of the century. You look back at internet surveillance the way your parents looked back on child labour – as s...