Be Back Soon.
Be Back Soon.
- If you haven't been to the Necklace Road, and spent hours on together looking to ogle over that ever elusive beauty who always leaves when you come or who always comes when you leave.
- If you haven't been to an authentic Hyderabadi restaurant, and eaten the plastic out of the plate of Hyderabadi Biryani.
- If you haven't discussed about the latest movie of RGV over a plate of pizza or chat.
- If you have never bribed a traffic police officer cause you jumped a signal or weren't wearing a helmet, or heck cause he wants money one way or the other!
- If you never went to any of the zillion malls in town just for the sake of letting other people know that you too are a part of the city.
- If you never danced or tranced during the hundreds of festivals that the city celebrates.
- If you never had more that ten cups of tea per day along with osmania biscuits.
- If you never visited Prasads or PVR just to make sure that you complete this checklist.
- If you havent commented on the political scenario even though your only previous experience in commenting lies in those anonymous comments that you made on blogs of narcissistic egomaniacs.
Now here is the catch, you may be forgiven and may even be accepted as a Hyderabadi without doing any of the above activities but you surely will not be taken on as a Hyderabadi resident had you not
10. Eaten Samosas at Subbiah's.
P.S. - I am not Subbiah's online marketing agent, although I like his Samosas!!
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"The Indian parliament is a brothel, where conscience is prostituted."
Not the right way to start a blog post, many may say... But looking at
the present scenario of Indian politics and to the depths it has sunk
to, makes every Indian and every democratic person to hang his/her head
in shame.
Ministers leaving allies whom they had been with for decades to be a
part of the ruling government just for the sake of a cabinet post
so that they can serve the country better (read new money making opportunity).
All these are known to the people and now the entire prostituition
racket if I can call it has unfurled on live TV. What does this mean?
Does this mean a better tomorrow? or does this mean a developed country
emerging from the depths of the abyss? Uh... I guess not, but I
hope it does. But it isn't quite possible for a change, a revolution to
be born in the enclosed chambers of the Parliament of India (read - an official establishment for the house of corruption.)
We have had umpteen number of good leaders who never became what we
expected them to become, look at Indira Gandhi, Rajeev Gandhi, Vajpayee
and even Manmohan Singh for that matter.
But yes, we had a truly corrupt and power hungry set of leaders in each
of these politicians, like Indira Gandhi and the Bangladesh war, Rajeev
Gandhi and the LTTE/IPKF war, Vajpayee and the Godhra violence, and
Manmohan Singh and the Nuclear deal.
We have been independent for six decades now, two generations of India's leaders have come and gone, but all they've ever done was sit / sleep / shout / abuse / throw furniture / be absent from the Parliament and Assembly meetings.
Now there are articles about student/ young leaders like Rahul Gandhi, Sachin Pilot and their likes making it to the top. But they themselves are distorted about their ideas and new plans for the country. Do they look for a young and dynamic set of leaders by dumping existing party seniors or do they put their trust in the octagenerians who have lived their entire life in the party doing nothing and apparently worth nothing?
Well, whatever may be the outcome of all the elections in this country, for now the rules of the governing party are these - Make sure that they rake in as much money as possible, make sure that for five years there are not too many obstacles and barriers which could damage their hopes for a second term, do things in the last year or less than that to make the voters happy just before the next elections, comment on live television about the other party's injustices when they were in power and all the nonsensical things you have done as a minister now are less than what they had done before.
And yeah before I end, for anybody who is likely of commenting about people should join politics if they are so truly concerned about the country and all - Firstly Indian politics is already in troubled waters, secondly anyone who puts their feet in is likely to swim along with the stream or drown in it.
Jai Hind!
This is a micro-blog to remind you all that I am still alive. (all you readers who thought I was dead and were partying like crazy, bad news!).
Have been (and still am) quite busy. Relish the silence. Be Back Soon.
Cliché time. In fact, lousy-boring-overworked-overdone-cliché-for-want-of-a-better-line time. As Arnold (yeah, you know which Arnold) said, "Hasta la vista, baby". And then, "I'll be back".
Note: We all love women, after all they are the only interesting species in the planet. So a little needling doesn't hurt. So I declare all of this is in jest. I hypocritically confirm that I really respect women's driving skills and believe they should be given equal opportunity as men in the R.T.O office.
Observe the sample female (ranging from oversized aunties who resemble
tough school teachers to scared puny little ones who are afraid
of lizards and roaches) on the road travelling at lightning speed of 21
Kms/hr. Our sample female drives bang at the center of the road on a
Luna like vehicle or something equally obnoxious that has less than 20
cc capability. The other 500-2500 cc (okay! my thesis needn't be
factually accurate) vehicles that we men drive are competing behind to
overtake this vehicle. But hell NO!! the women has padded herself up
(er..) with knee pads gloves, terrorist mask outfits (everything except for a goddamn helmet). Research confirms
that she wants to prevent, apart from damage to nail polish and face
make-up, any injury (the likes of which Aryton Senna incurred) incase
she falls down while travlling at this blinding speed.
Arjun (name changed to provide secrecy and physical damage from feminists) has recently bought a new Ford Fiesta (secrecy given away)
and he wants to let rip the
vehicle in the amazingly congested Hyderabad roads. But this damn chic
on the Luna like space vehicle is blocking the narrow road. She is
travelling at 20 kms and the Fiesta falling behind it hasn't even
warmed up at this speed! The female sticks to center of the road and
uses all her concentration powers to mask off any honking that comes
from behind. The auto drivers are also suprisingly frustrated, they
even try and jump over her head. But no
dice! Arjun's efforts to move to 90 kms/hr will have to wait
until
this space alien with masks gets off the road. Arjun's choiciest
expletives to the female just bounces on her and falls down. She is
focussing on controlling her space ship as it is travelling at such
breakneck speeds and in her perception meteorites are raining on
her in
the horizontal plane. In her world 2 generations of
Skywalkers are
being put to shame.
The next interesting observation is that the moment some obstacle,
which could be anywhere between 100-300 kms away catches our
sample female's eye, her speed drops below 20 kms/hour. Now thats a
significant change in the speed of her spaceship causing the landing
wheels to unwrap. The female's legs come off the vehicle and is now
freely suspended in air much like the wheels of the planes that come
out before landing. Now as long as she is travelling between 0-19.99
km/hr the legs remain suspended outside the vehicle. The purpose of
such a move is to keep the vehicle's motion balanced and regulate wind
-turbulence to keep the vehicle in forward motion (they dont trust in
vehicle motors..these females). Once the roads in the front of the
vehicle is clear (which means there is nobody in sight for the next 200
kms) the vehicle slowly increases speed to 20.1 kms/hr, the legs roll
back into the vehicle again the way the wheels retract into the plane
after take-off.
This amazing observation now forms chapter 3 of my thesis. I never understood how females (or most of them atleast) get a licence to drive. Maybe there is someone like me in the RTO office who gifts licences to women for no apparent reason, when evidence in hand begs for the contrary. In my opinion (aggresively agreed upon by my friends) 50% of the females on the road don't deserve a licence. (woo.. i just ducked on a brickbat from one feminist). Hey hey hey... that doesn't mean that we males are like Michael Schumacher's or Lewis Hamilton's, we need to get better as well!!
Following the ouster of Zimbabwe from ICC, articles about the ICC's decision have been doing the rounds and this one takes the cake.
Statement from a BCCI spokesperson:
"We have always supported Zimbabwe cricket and have nothing to do
with the political situation there," a senior BCCI official told
Cricinfo. "In fact, we are a bit surprised that the issue has been
brought up once again since the ICC board had discussed this last year
and decided clearly that politics and cricket can't be mixed. The BCCI believes that a country's politics and its cricket don't go together. There is no reason to change our stand now."
Politics and cricket don't go together huh? In that case, how come the
country's agricultural minister is the president of the BCCI?
Well these are a series of events that started off in January 2001 and eventually led to one of the most disappointing and devastating days of my life!!
- January 2001 - George W. Bush becomes President
- September 2001 - World Trade Center attacked and destroyed
- October 2001 - America launches war on Afganistan
- September 2002 - Oil prices internationally start rising at $25/barrel
- March 2003 - America goes to war with Iraq
- October 2003 - Iraqi rebels start destroying oil wells
- June 2004 - Oil prices touch $40/barrel
- July 2004 - Subbiah starts selling samosas
- April 2005 - Oil touches $60/barrel
- November 2005 - I start eating Subbiah's samosas
- May 2006 - OPEC starts producing more oil to meet shortage
- July 2006 - Subbiah increases prices by Rs 0.25/Samosa
- August 2006 - Oil prices rise to $75/barrel
- December 2006 - Saddam Hussein executed
- March 2007 - Oil Prices reduce back to $60/barrel
- November 2007 - Oil prices begin to rise
- December 2007 - Inflation in India begins to rise
- February 2008 - Stock Markets around the world crash
- March 2008 - Oil touches $100/barrel
- April 2008 - Food prices around the world begin to rise
- May 2008 - Subbiah increases rates by Rs 0.50
- June 2008 - Oil touches $140/barrel
- June 2008 - Inflation in India touches 10%
- June 15th 2008 - Subbiah increases his rates again
- June 17th 2008 - Food prices increase by 60% than last year
- June 20th 2008 - My pocket money for the entire month runs out
End Result - I HATE GEORGE W. BUSH!!! and my pocket money definitely needs a raise!!!
Its crazy how the NEWS could be so irrelevant and absolutely unnecessary. How could an interview about a movie be National Headlines, or how could a blog by an actor about his new film be Ground Breaking News??
I was channel surfing the other day, and I saw the 'TOP STORIES' on HEADLINES TODAY, it was that Harmaan Baweja doesn't want to be compared to Hrithik Roshan!! 'BREAKING NEWS' on India TV was that Barrack Obama has a pendant of a Hindu deity. Then the worst... an EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW of Rakhee Sawant. Aaaaaaaaaaargh!! I hate her and to give her air-time during the headlines slot is murder!
What the hell happened to regional, national and international news that didn't involve celebrities? Are we to believe that only celebrities create news? One channel shows Kareena's love saga with Saif while another gives in depth coverage about Salman's new game show. Throw them all out the window and show some real news.
The worst thing about these so called 'News' channels is that there's nothing goddamned new about them anyway. The same story is recycled over and over and over again, and then again! The same old graphics, tele - correspondents, live correspondents, and studio anchors over and over till your brain is ingrained with their dressing sense. How many times have we seen a studio anchor speak on the telephone to some correspondent in and not have them hear him/her? Theres always this blank dumbass look that the correspondent has when he hasn't heard the studio anchor. The look doesn't go away either, as he/she drags on an on about who did . Who cares? Get the real news from the people that really matter!
Who are the people that really matter, you ask? If I knew that, then hell, I would be owner of my own show, now wouldn't I? But I do know, that I don't care if Aamir calls Shahrukh a dog, RGV hails Amitabh as the greatest actor on the planet or if Anil Kapoor gifts a fat-free, sugar-less cake to his daughter!! (Yes people, that was actually on the news).
HEADLINES TODAY really takes the cake. There was a news item last week involving a lot of screen graphics, media 'footage' and demographics (surveys of the populace's opinion) on, wait for it, the SIMILARITY between Shah Rukh Khan and Ronaldinho!!!!!!!!! How can you compare a Bollywood superstar to a football superstar???? Here are the similarities in a nutshell, so you don't have to watch the inevitable retelecast of the same shit.
1. Both are human.
Thats it! There isn't anything else. But noooooo! The dumbass reporter (and I use this term loosely here) actually came forward to say that while SRK was the king of Bollywood, Ronaldinho was the king of Football. You don't say??!!! I would never have known that if you hadn't told me. Now I can get on with my miserable, pointless existence knowing fully well the similarities between an actor and a sportstar. TOTAL BULLSHIT!
Stop throwing useless statistics and fancy computer graphics in an overcrowded screen. Take a cue from DD. Remember the old news show, where they had ONE studio anchor and one inset picture of a lady miming out the news for the benefit of the deaf? Am I supposed to think that somehow the number of deaf people watching TV has drastically decreased in the last ten years? Man, I wish I were deaf so I didn't have to listen to their senseless drivel. Wait a minute, I wish THEY were dumb so they couldn't spout their venom on screen.
Newsbytes are the latest things now. Little bits of irrelevant information that have no bearing on the outcome of anything important, are continously scrolled at the bottom of the screen so as to be highly efficient and useful to the legions of couch potatoes who don't have anything else to watch. Stick to the newspaper, I say. Atleast you can do the sudoku or the crossword in it.
News Maker 1. - Petroleum Price Hike
Indian - So, how are you guys dealing with the skyrocketing fuel prices?
American - We have local car pools, driving more slowly, switching off the engine while it's idle, etc. What about you?
Indian - We have the Left Parties.
News Maker 2. - Reservations
Indian - We are sending Indians to the moon next year.
American - Great! How many?
Indian - 100
25 - OBC
25 - SC
20 - ST
5 - Handicapped
5 - Sports Persons
5 - Terrorism Affected
5 - Kashmiri Migrants
9 - Politicians
and if possible
1 - Astronaut
News Maker 3. - Inflation
Indian - What about the rise in food prices?
American - We have taken up gardening in our backyards to grow rice and vegetables, especially since the cost of rice has tripled to 55 cents/Kilogram (Rs.22/Kg). What about you?
Indian - Our government is giving us rice at 5 cents/Kilogram (Rs.2/Kg).
I compose this copy of coagulated characters with complete concentration and craftsmanship. This cluster of cyclical compositions is not a causal collection of comical characters, but is chiefly committed to chronicle the conditions and creative concepts of the composer.
Also captured in the compositions are the crucial concerns of the Cyberabadi citizens. Candidly, I am not a cynical or cruel creature but a compassionate chap.
Certain combinations of characters collapse at being correct. So I act contrite and clear all controversy.
Certain critics may censure and crucify me of being crazy, contemptuous and condescending, yet I clarify that I am clever, constructive and collaborative. And collectively we can craft countless compositions which will be celebrated and critically commended. So I call for the community of citizens to come forth and comment on the compositions I create.
Ciao!
Current Mood: Creative
Current Music: Coldplay
OBSERVATION 1
Inflation is at an all time high..
Proof?
Subbiah's samosas cost Rs 0.50 more from what they were previously...
What
can an average Hyderabadi do if essential commodities become dearer?
And for all those who say try out McDonald's veggie McGrill, well its like that queen (whose name i forgot) who asked her subjects to eat cake when they demanded bread.
OBSERVATION 2
A good news channel is one that reports all the news.
A better news channel is one that reports all the news correctly.
The best news channel is one that reports correct news without bias.
A sad news channel is at times also called "HEADLINES TODAY".
OBSERVATION 3
Mine is one of the most visited blogs on fullhyderabad.com
My posts are among the highest read on this site.
My posts are not being commented.
Explanation -
My posts are so superiorly impressive that you are lost for words.
My posts contain highly advanced topics that you never understood what they were meant for.
You have no money to buy a keyboard for your computer!!
If none of the above - then leave some comments!
P.S. - Just remembered the Queen was Marie Antoinette.
Signing Off
"I do not
wish Twenty20 well, though I welcome new funds for cricket and
cricketers. I think Twenty20 is a decadent, dumbed-down, third-rate
formula for sub-prime cricket."
Former Times editor William Rees-Mogg makes clear his dislike for the Indian Premier League
I've spent the entire past month watching the Indian Premier League,
like most of this country. I've been following the tournament's
progress right from the time Lalit Modi announced its creation. To be
honest, back then I was pretty disgusted. I knew, like everyone else,
that it was only a knee-jerk response to the ICL, and I figured it
would sink without a trace. And frankly, now I'm impressed. What annoys
me no end, however, is the procession of "pundits" who bash T20 and the
IPL.
When the 2006 football World Cup came up, I was bored of
cricket because Australia was winning everything and India were busy
trying to draw everything else. The front-foot defensive stroke seemed
to have become the way to glory. The doze-fest that the ICC put
together in the Caribbean in 2007 wasn't helping. When did I get hooked
on cricket again? The ICC World Twenty20.
And trust me, since
then, I've watched cricket in all its forms - the Tests against
Pakistan, Australia and South Africa and the ODI series against
Australia - both home and away. And I assure you, pre-T20, I only ever
watched the highlights packages in Test games. And this is not just my
story - it applies to many of my friends spread across three cities in
India, so I guess I can safely presume it applies to vast portions of
India's youth. So much for fears that other forms of cricket will
suffer.
You see Mr Rees-Mogg (and your ilk), T20 isn't all as
bad as you think it is. Tests a few years ago were seen by my
generation as slow, plodding affairs (except for the occasional
Atherton-Donald battle or Laxman tearing up Australia's bowling). We
young people kept track of the scores, but we didn't have time to watch
twenty-two men play defensive shots all day for five days running.
Remember that Saki once wrote of Lady Whortleberry's husband - "He
died quite abruptly while watching a county cricket match; two and a
half inches of rain had fallen for seven runs, and it was supposed that
the excitement killed him." Unfortunately, the great man wasn't
exaggerating much. Cricket was losing viewership, and you know it. And
there's no point in defending a sport no one is interested in, is there?
So
how does Twenty20 help cricket? T20 has reminded certain teams that the
objective of cricket is to take as many wickets as possible while
scoring as many runs as possible. It has reminded them that a draw is
not a result, but a win is.
It has taught cricketers that proper
technique works - yes, Mr Rees-Mogg, most of the really good scoring
strokes in T20 happen to be proper cricket shots, and you should know
that (unless the only T20 game you saw was the first one ever, where
nobody would've had a clue as to what works and what doesn't). It has
taught players to improvize shots where none existed - yes, the
Marillier scoop and the hoik over midwicket aren't in the textbook but
they both satisfy their purpose. And even your venerated cover drives
and square cuts had to be invented at some point, so why not recognize
these new additions as legitimate shots too? And while we're on the
subject - runs are more important than the choreography of the
batsman's stroke. Cricket is a competitive, professional sport, not a
ballet performance.
T20 has taught quite a few teams what real
aggression is. It teaches the value of clean hitting. It teaches
bowlers to bowl a good length, because otherwise they will be punished.
Horribly.
It forces defensive-minded bowlers to think of ways to
take ten wickets in two-fifths the time they usually have. It compels
them to think of ways to be niggardly enough to not drown in a flood of
runs.
It forces fielders to convert fours to twos and twos to
singles and singles to run-outs. It produces spectacular catches and
mind-blowing athleticism. It teaches players to think and act faster,
it teaches them the value of their wickets. It professes attack, not
defense.
Like it or not, limited overs games (whether they are
fifty overs long or twenty) encourage cricket to be played as any
self-respecting sport should be - with full-on aggro and in absolute
attack mode (Golf is not attacking because it is not a self-respecting
sport. In fact, I wouldn't even go so far as to call it a sport. But I
digress).
Look at the recent India-Australia tests down under.
In the era of silk shirts and polite applause, would any game ever have
managed over four runs an over in a test consistently? And if we had
stuck to silk shirts, polite applause and "Well played, sir!", do you
think this sort of scoring rate would ever have come about? And they
still made four hundred runs in an innings on a regular basis, mind.
The
point I'm trying to make here is that T20 only helps cricket. It is
going to bring in younger viewers who don't have time for defensive
plodding. Hell, it's going to bring in totally new audiences.
Try bringing in an American or a Chinese with a promise of an
"exciting" game that lasts five days. Then if you can bring him back
from wherever he flees to, show him the three hour version and see if
he doesn't get hooked. Then you can show him Tests.
Coming to
the IPL in particular - yes, it's ostentatious, but Lalit Modi has done
a heck of a good job. The opening ceremony made the last few World Cups
look amateurish (especially the last World Cup, which looked lousy even
before the IPL came along). As for all the talk of the money being
obscene, well, I guess you lot are just jealous. ("Blimey, where do
these Indian blokes get their money?")Remember, the players train their
bums off to play their game. They put on a spectacle that a few hundred
million people are watching. Twenty20 is entertainment for you and me,
but to them it's their bread and butter. The career risks are high and
reputations can be made or broken in an instant - look at Symonds' final over in the match against Rajasthan Royals;
will anyone remember his century after that? Hell, they deserve the
cash, and the BCCI deserve the profit for the work they've put in to
come up with this. Of course, I agree the media guidelines are over the
top and atrocious, but hell, the rest of the package is good. Look what
all the cash is producing - pure fireworks (and I don't just mean the
ones that went flying off the Chinnaswamy Stadium's roof). Did anyone
think even a team could make 158 in twenty overs, let alone one batsman
(for those of you who have just returned from holidays in the outer
reaches of the universe, Brendon McCullum played the innings of a
lifetime against Bangalore).
And
without the IPL, how would anyone ever give a chance to guys like
Ravindra Jadeja, Dinesh Salunkhe, Palani Amarnath, S Badrinath,
Manpreet Gony, Rajat Bhatia, Shikhar Dhawan, Doddapaneni Kalyankrishna,
Ashok Dinda or Dhawal Kulkarni? At the risk of sounding like a
tele-shopping commercial, now these guys get to play against the likes
of Ricky Ponting, Andrew Symonds, Shane Warne, Graeme Smith, Brett Lee,
Mike Hussey, Sachin Tendulkar, VVS Laxman, Harbhajan Singh, RP Singh -
you get the picture. And the rookies are doing pretty well for
themselves too, despite the quality of opposition. You see, Mr.
Rees-Mogg, there has to be some way for our players to show their
talent. Our domestic scene just isn't good enough.
To me, the
victory of the IPL shows up in those little moments of brilliance -
Shane Warne leading his young and inexperienced side to two successive
wins against fancied opposition, Shane Warne on the shoulders of a
bunch of youngsters just over half his age, Metronome McGrath giving a
miserliness master-class over a year after retirement, Yuvraj Singh
hugging Brett Lee at the fall of a wicket, ditto for Sehwag and
Mohammed Asif. Matthew Hayden (finally) appreciating an Indian
cricketer (MS Dhoni), Hussey and Hayden sharing tips with a bunch of
Chennai youngsters, Warne running after young Ravindra Jadeja to
congratulate him after a match-winning cameo - all those feel-good
moments that money can't buy. Or dare I say it, moments that IPL money
has now bought.
I rest my case.
P.S. : Can you think of one other good reason
for the BCCI to finally clean up the Ferozeshah Kotla, make it look fit
to host a game and give it floodlights? Yes, they actually did. And all
for the IPL.
P.P.S.
: Cheerleaders are okay. They don't seem to serve any real purpose
except providing ogle-material for sex-starved testosterone-driven men
on the ground, but boys will be boys. All you moral-police wannabes,
please grow up.
Currently Reading: A Thousand Splendid Suns
Recent Movies: IronMan rules!
Well, as the title suggests... this post is not to be taken PERsonALLY... (the average ALLY per SON, or was it SON per ALLY....OK lets just cut the bullcrap!)
Some people have been on FullHYD's blogs for far too long that they have altogether forgotten its basic purpose... "FULL HYDERABAD!"
The site tell us to go to the blogs section so we can, and I quote "Go on, discover the livelier side of your city!" , but here its quite opposite. FullHYD's blogs are one of the least viewed sections and it isn't lively either.
We need to ensure that when people come to view the blogs, it contains something useful, productive or atleast something funny and entertaining and not loads of self-preservation kinda poems, boring passages by a 350 year old Hyderabadi who doesn't even talk in one post of his about the city he's in.
We need a reformation, a renaissance and a revamp! As Alfred Tennyson once wrote, Ring out the old and Ring IN the new.
HYDERABAD ZINDABAD!!
XLNC
Current Mood: Distressed and Disgusted!
Current Music: Cacophonic
Currently Reading: Something thats annoying me a lot!
Well, this post is in response to a post by one "OBLIVION", in his blog "EVENTuALLY", titled "The State and We"
You can view the above mention link here.
I am. I think. I will.
My hands . . . My spirit . . . My sky . . . My forest . . . This earth of mine. . . .
What must I say besides? These are the words. This is the answer.
I
stand here on the summit of the mountain. I lift my head and I spread
my arms. This, my body and spirit, this is the end of the quest. I
wished to know the meaning of things. I am the meaning. I wished to
find a warrant for being. I need no warrant for being and no word of
sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.
It
is my eyes which see, and the sight of my eyes grants beauty to the
earth. It is my ears which hear, and the hearing of my ears gives its
song to the world. It is my mind which thinks, and the judgment of my
mind is the only searchlight that can find the truth. It is my will
which chooses, and the choice of my will is the only edict I must
respect.
Many words have been granted me, and some are wise, and some are false, but only three are holy: "I will it!"
Whatever
road I take, the guiding star is within me; the guiding star and the
loadstone which point the way. They point in but one direction. They
point to me.
I know not if this earth on which I stand is the
core of the universe or if it is but a speck of dust lost in eternity.
I know not and I care not. For I know what happiness is possible to me
on earth. And my happiness needs no higher aim to vindicate it. My
happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own
goal. It is its own purpose.
Neither am I the means to any end
others may wish to accomplish. I am not a tool for their use. I am not
a servant of their needs. I am not a bandage for their wounds. I am not
a sacrifice on their altars.
I am a man. This miracle of me is mine to own and keep, and mine to guard, and mine to use, and mine to kneel before!
I
do not surrender my treasures, nor do I share them. The fortune of my
spirit is not to be blown into coins of brass and flung to the winds as
alms for the poor of the spirit. I guard my treasures: my thought, my
will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.
I owe
nothing to my brothers, nor do I gather debts from them. I ask none to
live for me, nor do I live for any others. I covet no man's soul, nor
is my soul theirs to covet.
I am neither foe nor friend to my
brothers, but such as each of them shall deserve of me. And to earn my
love, my brothers must do more than to have been born. I do not grant
my love without reason, nor to any chance passer-by who may wish to
claim it. I honor men with my love. But honor is a thing to be earned.
I
shall choose friends among men, but neither slaves nor masters. And I
shall choose only such as please me, and them I shall love and respect,
but neither command nor obey. And we shall join our hands when we wish,
or walk alone when we so desire. For in the temple of his spirit, each
man is alone. Let each man keep his temple untouched and undefiled.
Then let him join hands with others if he wishes, but only beyond his
holy threshold.
For the word "We" must never be spoken, save by one's choice and as a second thought.
This
word must never be placed first within man's soul; else it becomes a
monster, the root of all the evils on earth, the root of man's torture
by men, and of an unspeakable lie.
The word "We" is as lime
poured over men, which sets and hardens to stone, and crushes all
beneath it, and that which is white and that which is black are lost
equally in the grey of it. It is the word by which the depraved steal
the virtue of the good, by which the weak steal the might of the
strong, by which the fools steal the wisdom of the sages.
What
is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my
wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all
creatures, even the botched and the impotent, are my masters? What is
my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?
But I am done with this creed of corruption.
I am done with the monster of "We," the word of serfdom, of plunder, of misery, falsehood and shame.
And
now I see the face of God, and I raise this God over the earth, this
God whom men have sought since men came into being, this God who will
grant them joy and peace and pride.
This God, this one word:
"I."
Excerpt from The Anthem by Ayn Rand
Current Mood: Same as before!!
Current Music: Sucks!!
Me finally creating me own blog! My own space to crap all i like..and the best part is, i get to do it for free!!
heh, heh..me be enjoying this! Will post some of my little accounts of all the horseshit i do in the name of fun... then later me be doing what me do best - crap all over like there's no tomorrow...
But till then, as a great man once said, "Wenn Sie nicht dieses verstehen können, gehen Sie erlernen Deutsches...." :-P
Use this to translate from German, if you r so jobless!!
EnJoY
XLNC
Current Mood: Lazy. And Self Involved.
Current Music: Loud and Annoying!


