Salman, Dhoni and Joblessness!

Skaaaaaaa...Dooooshhhh! Here I am again. Holding fort as usual in life! If you are one of the few people in the world who wonder why I don’t write more or even update the blog with inane stuff, the answer is I am too numb. A person writes when something affects him or her (If Naipaul allows), which happens very rarely with yours truly. Neither do the blue skies or the songbird’s melody make me cheerful nor does the dying kid in Africa rouse great sorrow. I have hit the great writer’s block! The only reason you are reading this right now is because our office shifted to a new location and Airtel didn’t have the decency to show up and set up our internet connection, which left me with 2 choices, either play computer games/watch movies and have the boss fuming and coming up with innovative ways to keep me at work or just keep scribbling on a Word document and seem busy (“Very smart” said in a retard way with 2 fingers knocking my forehead). :D

Anyway have you seen how similar Salman Khan and Mahendra Singh Dhoni are? One can’t act and the other well let’s say it politely (dude gave us 2 World Cups, come on) isn’t the greatest batsman or wicketkeeper we have seen. But whatever they touch, Ka-Ching!!! Salman stars in some of the most dim-witted films of our time but people go crazy, whistle, dance and blow kisses. The makers’ perception of the audience is so low that they make it a point to have one-word movie names. Really! Yuvraj, Wanted, Veer, Dabangg, Ready...Still the box-office is set ablaze from the first show and the distributers, producers, director, ‘that new actress’ and of course Salman walks home delighted!

Similarly, MSD has won it all, World Cup, T20 World Cup, Test Championship, IPL (twice), Champions league without ever making much of a contribution. He is not the sharpest captain; one can actually mistake him for a forehead wiping effigy on the field due to the lack of emotion he portrays. Who gives the last over of a match to Joginder Sharma let alone a final and then have the audacity of hoping to win? Ans: MSD. He is the luckiest bastard I know and so do you, I bet my life on that!

Boss coming, have to bring up an excel or ppt or a relevant word document on the screen. Till then let the path of AWESOMENESS guide you...  

A white blank page and a swelling rage...

I work in the most unimportant and neglected part of a company, I've disappointed my parents more than anybody in the history of mankind (Hitler and Osama's parents too would have been proud of them), I let a pint-sized megalomaniac boss me (This one sentence will most definitely lead to an argument), I can't even think of a healthy relationship, I feel guilty for not caring enough about people, or, do I? The person I relate to most is a serial-killer on television (No plans of emulation though, yet), alcohol doesn't pacify or interest me anymore, I still don't know why I get up early almost everyday to go to the gym, most conversations bore the shit out of me, I thought I had become the perfect being but from time to time boredom creeps up and anger lifts its head. For the first time in my life I might end up doing something I've never done before, SNAP!

Where is that brain-wave you are supposed to get when you have lived a quarter of a century? The realization of all your past mistakes and the epiphany about the clear path to a happy future? Are stupid people the only ones with a right to bliss? All I wish is for a beautiful stranger, sanity, clarity, some humane feelings and money of course!

But then again as The Dark Passenger and Dexter say in unison, "Wishes of course are for children."