People who watch F.R.E.I.N.D.S should be shot. It is not funny. The only reason American people watch it is because of the good looking people in it (I have nothing against good-looking people, trust me). Indians watch it because it is a 'foreign' show.
I hate F.R.I.E.N.D.S. No logic or reason can make me love it. I don't care if I'm shallow. I don't care if people call me childish. Sorry, I just cannot respect other people's opinion on F.R.I.E.N.D.S and talk to them normally. How can you like someone who watches it?
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Poem in the office bag
The doorbell rang.
I felt as if, my world will change forever. You know the feeling when you know that you WILL get it? After all this fucking years!
"Hi dad"
"Hi."
Oh, he has just come.
Dad removes his shoes. Then socks. Tie.
"Martin.."
Is this the moment?
"Keep this tie at the right place,comeback and put the socks and shoes at the right place"
I did what he said. I'm feeling shy. Even though I waited for this for so many years, the reality would be pretty scary. I was never hugged before for the right reasons. I was only hugged because dad and me share something. When you have that thing which is a part of you in some others body, you hug them. Whether you like it or not.
"Martin..get some water please"
I get some water. He will take the glass. Then, he will ask me to sit on his lap. Then, he will caress my forehead. Then nuzzle. Stupid, you are too old for all this. You are a grown up now.
I sit on the sofa. Pretend that I'm watching T.V. Eyes cannot stay at one place. The eyeballs try hard to look dad from the corner of the eye.
I watch the clock. Its 6 P.M. I feel that it is teasing me. The minute hand tells me, "you dumb boy, what are you looking at? After 30 minutes, I'll meet the hour hand, then I'll move forward, then meet again, then move forward..But my each move is a win over your crappy life"
Its 8 P.M. The clock is having fun.
9 P.M
Mom comes home. Maybe he wants to do this in front of her.
"Hi, Sara. How was the day?"
9.30 P.M
10 30 P.M. Go to bed, Martin.
11.oo P.M The door opens. Yes, usually Parents talk about this stuff when the child is about to sleep. Saw that in movies.
Dad takes a pillow. He is just 6 centimeter away from me.
15 centimeter.
45.
The door is shut.
Next day. 5 45 P.M. The door bell rings. I open the door. Hi Martin. Shoes, socks, Tie. Water. Clock laughing. It says: "You own me or I own you?"
Next day. 5 47 P.M. Hi martin. You scored bad in Math. Shoes, socks, tie, water. Clock is always the same.
I kept my poem inside dad's office bag on 5th April 2009.
17th May. 2012.The door bell rings. knock knock. Who? Reality. reality who?
Even though i now know why the hell that fucking clock laughs at me, everyday for 5.6 seconds at about 5.46 P.M I have hope. That one day, daddy will talk about my poem which i kept in his office bag. Fuck you minute hand.
Did he not notice it? Did he read it? If he did, then did he understand my poem? If he did, then why is he not talking about it? Is he quiet because he didn't understand it? Or because he understood it?
I felt as if, my world will change forever. You know the feeling when you know that you WILL get it? After all this fucking years!
"Hi dad"
"Hi."
Oh, he has just come.
Dad removes his shoes. Then socks. Tie.
"Martin.."
Is this the moment?
"Keep this tie at the right place,comeback and put the socks and shoes at the right place"
I did what he said. I'm feeling shy. Even though I waited for this for so many years, the reality would be pretty scary. I was never hugged before for the right reasons. I was only hugged because dad and me share something. When you have that thing which is a part of you in some others body, you hug them. Whether you like it or not.
"Martin..get some water please"
I get some water. He will take the glass. Then, he will ask me to sit on his lap. Then, he will caress my forehead. Then nuzzle. Stupid, you are too old for all this. You are a grown up now.
I sit on the sofa. Pretend that I'm watching T.V. Eyes cannot stay at one place. The eyeballs try hard to look dad from the corner of the eye.
I watch the clock. Its 6 P.M. I feel that it is teasing me. The minute hand tells me, "you dumb boy, what are you looking at? After 30 minutes, I'll meet the hour hand, then I'll move forward, then meet again, then move forward..But my each move is a win over your crappy life"
Its 8 P.M. The clock is having fun.
9 P.M
Mom comes home. Maybe he wants to do this in front of her.
"Hi, Sara. How was the day?"
9.30 P.M
10 30 P.M. Go to bed, Martin.
11.oo P.M The door opens. Yes, usually Parents talk about this stuff when the child is about to sleep. Saw that in movies.
Dad takes a pillow. He is just 6 centimeter away from me.
15 centimeter.
45.
The door is shut.
Next day. 5 45 P.M. The door bell rings. I open the door. Hi Martin. Shoes, socks, Tie. Water. Clock laughing. It says: "You own me or I own you?"
Next day. 5 47 P.M. Hi martin. You scored bad in Math. Shoes, socks, tie, water. Clock is always the same.
I kept my poem inside dad's office bag on 5th April 2009.
17th May. 2012.The door bell rings. knock knock. Who? Reality. reality who?
Even though i now know why the hell that fucking clock laughs at me, everyday for 5.6 seconds at about 5.46 P.M I have hope. That one day, daddy will talk about my poem which i kept in his office bag. Fuck you minute hand.
Did he not notice it? Did he read it? If he did, then did he understand my poem? If he did, then why is he not talking about it? Is he quiet because he didn't understand it? Or because he understood it?
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Cliches
"I need real life examples of Howard Roark."
"I don't say that I won't do a thing or change my beliefs, if I don't get an example. But examples help, like reading Fountainhead made my beliefs stronger in my ways. ."
" What if Roark had a physically disabled sister and a father who needs Heart Surgery?"
P.S. These were some posts from an Orkut Community.
If everyone waited for examples then there will be no creations! Everyone will wait for some other guy to prove things. After reading the Fountainhead, you have a goal.
Problems come when:
A.Your goal is not clear
B. Your goal is clear but the method to achieve that Goal is not clear.
And when such problems arise, you want some examples. When you have examples, life become easy! Maybe a guy will write a self-help book on " How to be an Objectivist in 15 days!"
After meeting some people I pray everyday that Ms. Rand has a second life and she writes a self help book.Believe me, that book will be a Bestseller. The Reason? Everybody wants everything to be like Maagi Two minute noodles [Instant Success].
Problems come when:
A.Your goal is not clear
B. Your goal is clear but the method to achieve that Goal is not clear.
And when such problems arise, you want some examples. When you have examples, life become easy! Maybe a guy will write a self-help book on " How to be an Objectivist in 15 days!"
After meeting some people I pray everyday that Ms. Rand has a second life and she writes a self help book.Believe me, that book will be a Bestseller. The Reason? Everybody wants everything to be like Maagi Two minute noodles [Instant Success].
"I don't say that I won't do a thing or change my beliefs, if I don't get an example. But examples help, like reading Fountainhead made my beliefs stronger in my ways. ."
I don't think I'm an Objectivist because I read Fountainhead. Reason and Ethics are something that I valued before reading it. Do you think the character of Roark is something new? I don't think so. He is just a combination of everything that a man should be! So Roark is more of an Idea for me. Or you can say a concept.
Now having examples is always a plus point. But just because you don't have them, doesn't mean that the theory is impossible!
You will say that you have not met a Roark in your life. Or to be more clear: You have seen parts of Roark's personality in many people but not the whole package in one person.
There are billions of people living here. How can you prove that there isn't any?
A person like Roark doesn't seek any self advertisements..He only enjoys creating things and works behind the scenes! Therefore, He is never in the limelight.
"Roark cannot be real."
Roark looks complicated because Fountainhead is a fictional book. Ms. Rand had to reach a diverse groups of readers. Not everyone enjoys reading The Virtue of Selfishness you know!
To prove our points we have to start a reality show called " Kaun hain asli Objectivist?" and have hidden cameras!
A true objectivist doesn't need to prove anything to anyone.Objectivism is just a word and Roark is just a name. Why a word and a name means so much to us? Because we are weak and we need to remind ourselves that some lady had written a book which says that what I think is actually possible! I need a book to make sure that some other person actually thinks that my ideas are not weird.
Now having examples is always a plus point. But just because you don't have them, doesn't mean that the theory is impossible!
You will say that you have not met a Roark in your life. Or to be more clear: You have seen parts of Roark's personality in many people but not the whole package in one person.
There are billions of people living here. How can you prove that there isn't any?
A person like Roark doesn't seek any self advertisements..He only enjoys creating things and works behind the scenes! Therefore, He is never in the limelight.
"Roark cannot be real."
Roark looks complicated because Fountainhead is a fictional book. Ms. Rand had to reach a diverse groups of readers. Not everyone enjoys reading The Virtue of Selfishness you know!
To prove our points we have to start a reality show called " Kaun hain asli Objectivist?" and have hidden cameras!
A true objectivist doesn't need to prove anything to anyone.Objectivism is just a word and Roark is just a name. Why a word and a name means so much to us? Because we are weak and we need to remind ourselves that some lady had written a book which says that what I think is actually possible! I need a book to make sure that some other person actually thinks that my ideas are not weird.
" What if Roark had a physically disabled sister and a father who needs Heart Surgery?"
I will try my best to do whatever I can within the boundary of my principles. If there is no right way, then I'm afraid I cannot help my family. This sounds preposterous.
Everyone is an Objectivist during Summer Vacations (because the only thing you have to do is eat, watch movies and sleep).
Also, If I have adopted some philosophy I will simply practice it. I don't have to preach. Atleast philosophy shouldn't be advertised and marketed. And Philosophy is not a contest.
"When I was 19, I had the same convictions."
Yeah? Then meet me after few years when I'll be facing the "real" world. But how will I prove things? Only way is having hidden cameras!
" Writing here is not preaching?"
Maybe it is. One day I will delete this.
Everyone is an Objectivist during Summer Vacations (because the only thing you have to do is eat, watch movies and sleep).
Also, If I have adopted some philosophy I will simply practice it. I don't have to preach. Atleast philosophy shouldn't be advertised and marketed. And Philosophy is not a contest.
"When I was 19, I had the same convictions."
Yeah? Then meet me after few years when I'll be facing the "real" world. But how will I prove things? Only way is having hidden cameras!
" Writing here is not preaching?"
Maybe it is. One day I will delete this.
P.S. These were some posts from an Orkut Community.
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