Alternative Existence

Its tough to get along with others, when I have a hard time getting along with myself. According to certain stats, when I was born, I was: 4,659,443,959th person alive on Earth & 79,372,007,970th to have lived since history began. Irony is I can’t even say any of these figures in one go, and not that I aint educated; its only that I’m too blahhhhed to even have a go at it. This number is going to hit 9 billion by 2043. Before any of that happens and we run-out of every possible resource on this planet, we need to start living in our own thoughts and reproduce there instead.

So the problem is not with the system but with this self-imposed imperialistic thought processes – the hegemonistic approach to one’s own existence. Life being lived in one’s own legacy of betrayals to one’s own existence – to one’s own soul is a predicament and a threat to others. And when the dynamism to leading someone else’s existence seems more alluring rather than appalling and is considered anything but plain stupidity it is just another of one of those new beginnings for a daft policy in the making. Most countries dubious foreign policies are often perceived as a battle between the power to inflict pain or cause change in a given time and space that advances their national interests and associated personal gains; and then when one wakes up from slumber one begins to think what it could possibly mean to their existence or even mines ten-years downhill.

Many of my friends live in a euphoric-state of endless humour and banter; super heroes and odd-sized women are their way of moving on in life – afar from the winters and the scorching heat and ofcourse with an acutely acknowledged sense of the reality. The Plea-ing and Pleasing and Plowing through their own demented existence goes on non-stop every living daylight. And as I continue with mines changing shoes everyday, living off my thoughts, I also realize that none of this would ever make sense to me tomorrow. The disconnect between their feelings from their tragic realities have them snorting and popping to all sorts. Their alternative existence or even mines has nothing to do with the facebook, twitter, myspace etceteras etceteras - just splintering nostalgic.


PS: if none of this makes any sense to you, it’s not your fault – you were born dumb and ignorant - just like i was born grammatically-challenged.