Um... Bleep?

cI've been thinking of posting something on a blog. Its not too hard to do. The thing is, I lack material. Which is why most of my posts end up starting with "I was thinking..." and then proceed on to random topics. Its kind of strange. And today, I was thinking of various things, like cell phones, people and for some strange reason, Michael Jackson. Its kind of strange how things are so linked up in so many different ways. A friend of mine, recently got sort of offended because I made her appear a little stupid in front of other people. The fact that she might have been stupid only in front of me, and that still made her stupid, did not matter to her. It was merely the fact that other people knew that she was stupid that rankled. Why do people care so much about what others think of them, while not giving even a damn about what they actually are?

And then there is Michael Jackson. A freak or something. People used to worship him, almost, at one point of time. And then, they started hating him. I don't know much about it, I never followed what came in the papers about him. But then, as far as I know, he never apologized. And yet, he is a freak and someone who has to be ridiculed. While anyone, who lies, hides, and fools can be respected and loved and whatever. Its very weird.

And I don't like cell phones.

I think thats about it.

80% reservations? that idea clearly violates the fundamental rights of every single Indian to practise the vocation of their choice wherever they wish. Such a reservation is totally baseless, especially in higher positions. For small jobs such as support staff, it can still be implemented without too much of a problem. But if it were to be implemented across the board, it would signal the end of industrialization and any hope of economic growth in the state. If you cannot find qualified locals to fill the quota, are you expected to hire unqualified people and thus fill up vital jobs? Also, every employer has a right to hire the most qualified people for a job, and such a reservation would greatly reduce the companies' choices. Simply put, it does not make sense for an employer to continue operating in such an environment where they cannot hire the proper required employees. If such a reservation were to be implemented across the board, it would result in a mass exodus of companies from the state to greener pastures where they have the freedom and ability to hire the proper qualified employees. If the sons of the soil are qualified enough for the job, then there is no reason why they should not be hired. But arbitrarily forcing a massive 80% reservation would be sounding the death knell for economic growth in the state.
This same politics which aims to get more jobs will end up causing everyone to lose their jobs n shut down every industry there is.

Something, Something and something............

Never thought things could get this bad,
Deep down, i always knew,
That things would be different,
That there would be some loneliness...
But never in my scariest nightmares had i imagined,
That it could get this bad.
Nothings really changed as such.,
Except that its gotten inside my head now.....
Spreading slowly at first,
Faster and faster now.....
Clawing at me,
Eating away at my insides.........
Taking over me, little by little
Driving me crazy...........
Its too much to handle,
This time, no one can help me
So many want to,
But i doubt if anyone can...
For this is unlike anything i've ever faced before
Nothings ever hit me this hard before
From so many different directions..
Each time i try and stop it,
It comes in from another place...
Crippling me,
Driving me crazy,
Over the edge
I cant take it anymore,
But it just doest stop
Ruthlessly, going on and on,
Blinding me, this pain that i feel,
Deep down inside,
I cant fight it,
It wont let me give up.
So i have to keep fighting it,
No matter the cost,
Because, even though i keep losing,
I have no other choice.

Analogy With The Romans(incomplete)

Me and Karan were talking about 1041 IST and this is what we talked about... And its rather funky, so I thought we'll put it up and see how people, respond, if they read our blog, ever...

10:41 AM K-Squared: dude, the romans were fucked up

me: I know... really fucked up...

10:42 AM K-Squared: i was jus reading livy

me: Livy?

K-Squared: yeah

me: what eet is?

10:43 AM K-Squared: ancient roman historian

for this course, we have to read livy, ovid, the roman comedies, etc.

10:44 AM plus roman erotic poems n surch

such*

apparently, ovid was sort of the roman vatsayana, though he was more about picking up chicks n stuff

me: ah... good... yes, they were a bunch of fucked up people... brilliant ones are almost always fucked up...

10:45 AM K-Squared: yeah dude, but that was not exactly brilliant

they got most from the greeks

the greeks werent fucked up, they wer

10:46 AM me: the greeks were fucked up as well...

K-Squared: not that bad

10:47 AM dude, half of what i read was rape and such

me: well, Zeus married his own daughter... thats about as fucked up... No, the Greeks were smarter...

K-Squared: yep

K-Squared: is it ok to say that the romans were fucked up

11:18 AM on an essay for the roman achievement

me: yes... although, one would have to mention the achievements and then mention the fuck ups...

11:19 AM K-Squared: the part i'm writing about is mostly a fuckup

me: which one?

K-Squared: the decimvirs

me: ah...?

11:20 AM K-Squared: look it up

11:22 AM me: too complicated...

K-Squared: ok

11:23 AM me: I mean googling it is...

11:24 AM K-Squared: ok

11:25 AM me: what is it about, again?

K-Squared: what?

me: decimvirs

11:26 AM they're 10 guys who made laws, and?

K-Squared: pretty much

11:27 AM me: so where comes the fuck up?

K-Squared: they relected a decimvir coz they were very nice the first time around

11:28 AM but this time, one guy, took control, got greedy, and voila! a tyranny is born

7 minutes

11:35 AM K-Squared: pretty much it

11:36 AM n not that they hadnt had a long line of tyrants before to learn from

11:39 AM me: well, people never learn... look at our materland...

K-Squared: ah true, but there is still a difference

11:40 AM me: and that would be?

K-Squared: we arent that fucked up

besides, we're fucked up in a different way

and, we didn't elect bush

and laloo is actually doing a good job

11:41 AM me: neither did the Romans... we elected Modi... and he's doing an even better job, isn't he?

K-Squared: the romans elected appius, literally gave him the rope to hang themselves with

modi actually is doing a damn good job in that sense

11:42 AM besides, these guys fucked everything up

11:45 AM me: modi is killing and holding bias in the name of religion... and Indians elected Arjun Singh giving him the rope to slowly strangle not just themselves, but also their future... the thing with governing people is, that every one in the end destroys all that they shouldn't because they make decisions that aren't supposed to be made by them.. people don't understand that and allow them to do so... its like god... if its nice, say god is great, if its something bad, blame it on the devil... at the end of it all, it was you who created them both and it was your decision that lead to whatever happened...

I dont know what to say................

I don't know that to say
Theres something different about me i feel
And yet i feel as though its still the same.
Can't quite put my finger on it.
Things are going so friggin well.
Life truly is beautiful.
And yet, its as twisted n messed up as it is beautiful.
There's this loneliness inside me,
Thats eating me up from the inside.
Don't know how bad it can get,
Or even how it can get any worse.
Its so goddamn bad already;
And yet day by day it gets worse.
And yet, things look so friggin bright on one side,
Goddamn it, i'm truly insane arent i.
I cant take this stuff anymore.
I need to fix this fast,
before i go over the edge.
Hell, i already am over the edge.
Geez, someone please, help me, what do i do now?
'And to top it all of, this post sucks too.......
Fuck. All this really sucks.
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!
ah well. screw it, screwed neways, nvm.

Life is truly weird. Fun, but weird nonetheless

Life. Truly is weird. Ah so weird.
Why do you ask? So do i sadly, so do i. Why it is weird, i cant really say. All i know is that it just is. Things go so well on the one hand. And yet, on the other hand, they get so screwed up that it looks worse than a disfigured signboard in a funhouse mirror. But thats the way life goes, thats the way the cookie crumbles, and so on. Yin and Yang i guess. Balance of life. Getting pretty close to insanity now, getting crazier by the day. If i haven't already gotten there yet that is. And i'm pretty sure i have. Ah well.... Fuck it. Life goes on.

Ave Internet, je insanus te salutant.

Or something along those lines. My Latin sucks

Just dont take life too seriously. You'll never get out alive.

Of Clowns and Jokers Other stuff which I'll think of by the time this is complete...

People joke about everything... And at times, it makes sense to do so. After all, when one lives in a world where you are supposed to be free, and still you can't do all that you want to, you make jokes. The thing is, I've never seen people make too many jokes about jokers. Maybe its because the jokers make jokes on themselves, on others and make the people forget. Or maybe its because most jokers are wise and keep silent except when they joke. And jokes aren't meant to be taken seriously... Anyhow, I read this joke about a joker...

I stole it from this comic book called The Watchmen...

Read the comic book if you are one for comic books...

This is how the joke went :

Man goes to the doctor. Says he's depressed, life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world, where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "The treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him, that should pick you up." The man bursts into tears and says, "Doctor, I am Pagliacci..."

Funny, eh?


Now, moving on to other things...

Bob Dylan is The Man...

Yes he is...

And thats all folks!

Loneliness.............

Never thought things could get this bad,
Deep down, i always knew,
That things would be different,
That there would be some loneliness...
But never in my scariest nightmares had i imagined,
That it could get this bad.
Nothings really changed as such.,
Except that its gotten inside my head now.....
Spreading slowly at first,
Faster and faster now.....
Clawing at me,
Eating away at my insides.........
Taking over me, little by little
Driving me crazy...........
Its too much to handle,
This time, no one can help me
So many want to,
But i doubt if anyone can...
For this is unlike anything i've ever faced before
Nothings ever hit me this hard before
From so many different directions..
Each time i try and stop it,
It comes in from another place...
Crippling me,
Driving me crazy,
Over the edge
I cant take it anymore,
But it just doest stop
Ruthlessly, going on and on,
Blinding me, this pain that i feel,
Deep down inside,
I cant fight it,
It wont let me give up.
So i have to keep fighting it,
No matter the cost,
Because, even though i keep losing,
I have no other choice.

Hope and what-not.

I have never understood what life is. Not that I haven't tried, but then I have not reached the pinnacle of comprehension. There are glimpses of it that I have caught, that have at times spurred me on to try and understand it and at times have disgusted me enough to want to stop trying. But then, I have never stopped trying to understand life. We speak about the purpose of life and much like that, but none have actually defined what that purpose is. It may be so, since the purpose is subjective to people. But then, there must be something general, something that connects us all. I don't say it is god, I don't think there is one. But there are similarities in folk-lore, in religion, in language, in culture which speak of a common presence. Maybe it was the way man evolved that was the same, maybe it was something else. But something does connect us. I know not what it is...

Maybe the purpose of life is self-eliminating. Once it is found, it will not let life to exist. Maybe that is what death is. The attainment or understanding of this purpose... Or maybe it isn't... I know not, again...

But this is not what I want to write about. Death, I have not experienced and if I had, I would not be able to write about it. And life, I have lived too little.

Yeah, whatever...

What I really want to talk about is hope. Hope, is one hell of a thing. Yes. It gives you wings, rebuilds your bridges and fills up your vats with milk and honey and sunlight and star-shine.
And it makes you feel that that, which you are hoping for, could be real...
Hope is, amazingly, insanely liberating. The only problem with it is, that is shows you what could be real and not that which is. And when you succumb to hope, you start to live in the world that could be instead of the world that is. And then comes the rude awakening, and it all ends. Hope, is like a kick in the nuts.
(yes, pardon me, I am sexist, but it isn't my fault that only males have nuts which hurt on being kicked at. Yes, I know how it feels being kicked there and no, I will not tell you about it ever.)
Only its like a kick in the nuts by, lets say, Jessica Alba after she strips halfway for you. (yes, I am also a pervert... so sue me!)

You know what is insane about life? Its full of hopes...
So its like a series of kicks in the nuts. I suppose that is why most people end up getting all impotent and useless by the time they reach 40.

But then there are other parts of life too, choices and decisions and what-not. They are important. Maybe thats why people go on living lives...

Ah well, who knows...

Among other things, I succumbed to a hope again. The kick will come soon. Don't know why I did it this time. I haven't hoped for a lot in all my 18 grand years. Haven't left much of a doorway for any hope to filter through. Ended things with a finality, that at times, surprised me. Did so again, but can't help hoping for it to come back...

Of all the things that Pandora released from her stupid box, I'd say hope was the worst...

Lets all hope that she doesn't do something that dumb again...

:P

Late at Night on the Quad

Late at night on the quad,
Sitting on the cool stone steps;
Contemplating what the future hold for me,
A cup of hot coffee by my side,
Sipping at it slowly as i lie there,
Relishing the sweet taste of chocolate in the coffee;
Mingling with the mint n spice of chillies;
Tingling my senses, awakening me to the night.
A cool breeze blowing around me,
The cold air flowing gently over my skin,
The smell of freshly watered grass lingering in the night,
As sprays of water arc through the air.
I sit there in the cool night,
Feeling the cold stone against me,
As i look up at the dark night sky.
Wondering what lies ahead of me,
Pondering my fate, my hopes and dreams;
As i contemplate what i have left behind,
What i will find when i go back,
What must be done;
For there are some things that i have to do,
Things that i let go too long;
Thats what i did;
Pondering my future,
Late at Night on the Quad

My current abt me. Enjoy!!!!!

osing my Head, Its 2 much 2 take!!!!!!!!!!!
Losing my head,
Losing my heart.
Think i left them both back home.
For each nite i feel a deep pain,
An aching, a longing,
where my heart used 2 be.
Memories running thru my brain.
Images and sounds,
Thoughts and words
Feelings and emotions
Overwhelming me.
Creating a desire,
For something i left far behind me.
It tore me apart to leave,
It still tears me to have done so
I did it coz it had 2 b done.
But that does not make it any easier
For that was indeed a hard step
One i may have not been suited to take
It is at times like these,
That such feelings and emotions
Such close relationships n feelings,
Can become a burden,
Painful and heavy,
Tis at times like these, that i feel
That i was better off alone
For then perhaps,
I wouldnt have to feel,
Such a great pain in my heart,
Or rather, where it once was
For i seem to have left it back home.
But then i realize,
The moments that i have gotten,
The pure joy and companionship,
That those relationships provided
Are worth all the gold in the world.
This pain and heartache,
Is but a small price to pay
For having had the sheer luck
Of having found people such as these.
But all i ask is this,
Help me plz, coz this heartache is pretty bad.
This longing for all that i've left behind,
So much of it my own,
And some of it not,
Which i need so badly.
It is that which keeps me going
For deep down within me,
I know, that i shall return
To all that i have left behind
For there is still unfinished business
Work to be done,
I have to do some things,
Make certain things mine.
Take back what i lost,
Especially my heart,
for i need it back
Before i can call it a day.
And so i must push on
Through this longing, for each new day
Brings me one step closer 2 destiny
One step closer to where i hafta be
Struggling 2 cope wid it,
But pushing on nonetheless,
For at the end of the tunnel lies hope
Hope for all that i have dreamed of
All that i have wanted.
And so labour on i must,
For i've lost my heart and my mind.
Think i left them back home somewhere.

Why do we always chase the ones that run away?

What is it about us humans, that makes us always run after, the prey that runs away. The lengths that we go to, the amount of trouble that we endure, simply to catch, the one that runs away.
Why is it so? Why do we so madly chase, the ones that we know, that we simply cannot have?
There are ample choices in front of us, and any would be far easier, that the prey we hunt. Even the simplest predator stalking his prey, is smart enough to realize this. But we humans have always been foolish in this regard, i guess its one of lifes mysteries, the answer 2 which we may never know. But in case you do find out, do lemme kno. Coz its drivin me insane, n i cant take it nemore!!!!!!!

Loneliness in the land of the big M

Alone in the Land of the Big M
Surrounded by beauty, yet finding it unappealing,
For there is a longing deep down inside of me,
A longing for that which i have left behind.
Each day I grow more detached from it,
But not really letting go,
Coz letting go is not something that i can do.
Its simply 2 much 2 forget about

101!!

Yay!!

So we're on 101!!

That is, 101 people have actually read this blog...

I'm happy...

It could have been more...

Those about me's, may have driven a few off, but I won't complain...

We only need around a million more subscribers, and we'll be a Blog of Note...

Ganna!!

You'd better work on it man!!

My PR skills suck anyway...
:p

This is an utterly random post...

My wine is red!!

haha!!

I rewl!!

Next Abt Me

hey people, here's my latest abt me

alking away, Leavin it all behind.......

With each new day comes a feeling,
a mixture of joy and sadness both,
For each morning,
i am one step closer,
to leaving it all behind,
All that i've known my entire life.
Everything that is familiar to me,
All that is near and dear,
as well as the problems n mistakes,
the foolishness and heartbreaks,
But then i wonder,
can i really leave it all behind?
For while i may be leaving behind,
those people that i know and love,
the ones who have cared about me,
and the ones who haven't,
can i really leave behind all those emotions?
Those feelings of joy and elation,
those feelings of despair& heartache
For deep down i know,
I will always carry with me,
These memories, every single one,
The times i've laughed,
and the times i've cried,
For these memories will always be, firmly engraved in my mind n heart.
I have just 1 last desire,
to set things straight,
to clean up the mess thats been made
I cant do it alone though,
I've tried to do it, and failed....
But try again i will, i must
For there is no other way,
In such things, i stand alone,
Trying to break down this wall,
Battering at it to no avail,
Knowing full well,
That its useless,
That it will not fall,
But then, try i must...
For even if it doesnt fall,
At least i have tried,
I have given it my best,
People say its not worth it,
That its never gonna happen,
But then, I have nothing to lose
And if i'd kept listening,
To people telling me,
that somethings never gonna happen,
I wouldn't be here now,
I wouldn't be going away either.
For the future brings new opportunities,
New dreams and chances,
New hopes, wild hopes......
But quite real nonetheless
But then again, there are somethings
I dont wanna leave behind,
at least not unfinished,
I wanna set things right,
Make amends, clear it all up,
I can't do it alone though,
Help me if u can,
Either way, i have chosen my path
And it is a path i must follow,
Tis better to live a life knowing full well wat has happened,
Its easier to live with failure,
than to spend one's life pondering,
What could have happened...........
I have done various things till now,
But i have always tried,
To live life with no regrets,
And thats what i'm gonna keep doing,
And this, is something
I've simply gotta do
besides,
I'VE NOTHING TO LOSE!!!!!!!

Politicians: Stop before You kill us

Politics: Related to the affairs of a government or public.
Supposed to be such a noble profession. Politicians like to call themselves the servants of the public.And there was once a time, when politicians were actually respected and actually were there to serve the people. Such a humbling phrase isn't it? Supposedly there in selfless service, for the good of the people and the country................
HAHAHA............................
Unfortunately, in this day and age, politics has taken on a very gruesome and despicable meaning. Nowadays, politics is immediately related to corruption, power and all manner of such things.
To most people, politics is indeed a dirty word, and no self respecting honest individual would even want to consider a career in politics. Talking in the air am I?
Then would someone kindly explain to me, how someone who started out from a middle-class family, and in a career where the highest salary is Rs 30,000 a month winds up as a millionaire with acres of land, farmhouses and even private helicopters?
Or why is it that every single case related to corrupt politicians, is swept under the rug by the ruling government? Why is it that the extradition of Mr. Quattrochi was bungled up so?
Don't give me that nonsense about incompetence. That is something we are not. Simply because it would result in a major embarassment for the ruling party?
Why do we have murderers, dacoits, kidnappers running this country?
Why is it that the political prisoners live lives of luxury even in the strictest prisons?

There is not a single politician anywhere, without his or her own vested interests. No matter which country you go to, you will always find the same picture everywhere, each politician is indebted to some big corporation or the other, for it is they who pay the bills for these politicians. Decorum is a foreign language to them. Their behaviour is worse than that of hooligans. Throwing chairs around in parliament. This is not what we expect our leaders to be.
Each of them ready to screw the people in a heartbeat, if only to get a little extra money, or some greater power.
Cutting this country into pieces, simply because they do not want to let go of their seats of power. Dividing us, making us fight each other. Willingly letting this country burn, all because they cant get their asses off their chairs.

Such is the level of corruption in politics. No honest man would even go near it.

Will someone please hear me?
Tell those politicians up there what is happening down here. We don't want this dynastic rule of yours. Such incompetence has led this country to ruin. You aren't a royal family, this is a bloody republic. Our forefathers shed their blood for this freedom. They laid down their very lives, all so that we could live a better future, a free one.
And instead, we live in a time, when the tyrants are our own people. People who have taken this power for granted, thinking themselves to be kings and queens.
I have word for you. This power is not yours to keep.
It is ours to give, and ours to take.
Do not go too far. Mend your ways.
This country has had enough, suffered enough under you.
Let this be a warning to you, stop before you destroy us
You are leading us to destruction.
Do not think that we will sit and let you destroy us all
For that power was ours to give, and is ours to take.
Threaten us with destruction, and we will pull out those seats of power
from underneath you.
You have taken us for granted.
Correct this mistake, fast
For freedom is not free.
It has the highest of prices, a price to be paid in blood
We value it, do not try and take it away.
We will not stand it anymore.

I have RIGHTS !!!

"Hello children", said the teacher.
"How are we today ?"

The children answered, "We're confused..."

"What about ?", asked the teacher.

"Freedom and Rights, Sir. "

"Well, what's there to be confused about ? Its really simple. Here, I'll lay down the rules for you", said he.

And these were the rules which he set down, for he was the First of The Teachers.

And the children were the First Citizens, the ones who control the world now...

Here are the rules :

We live in a free country...
There is freedom of speech and expression...

We have rights and we will use them...

We will protest and we will burn effigies...

We will shout slogans and we will burn people...

We will kill people and cause strikes...

We will defame people and stone them to death...

We will kill people if they are not of our religion and if they offend our sentiments, irrespective of whether they are right or wrong.

We will destroy houses if we are not happy with someone.

We will fight fire with fire and burn the house down.

We will fight wars and we will pillage countries for oil and for land.

We will burn down houses and we will plant bombs.

We will kill people for no reason at all.

We will manufacture orphans among other stuff.

We will lie blatantly and will deny everything that is true.

"In short, children", said the Teacher,"we will do everything, except the 'right' thing".

And he winked slyly at them.

Unfortunately, some of the girls in class thought that this was a rude thing to do, and so the students slit his throat, brutally murdering him.

After all, they had a right.

Why do we fight each other so?

Someone tell me please,
Why do we fight each other so?
Killing each other in cold blood,
Breaking bones, shattering lives
Wreaking havoc all over this planet of ours
Fighting wars, shooting people, destroying it all
All for the sake of a few petty things?

Gang wars in every country
Drive by shootings occurring daily,
Innocents shot down for no fault of their own
All because some people let their egos clash?
Why are we killing each other like this?

People launching wars for the flimsiest of reasons,
Why Mr GB? Why Mr TB?
This is not some game you play,
With missiles, guns, and other peoples lives
Wanna play?
Take an AK 47 n go do it urself
Don't send some soldier out there to fight your war for you
This isn't his war, this is your bruised ego's war
Grow Up.

Why do we spill blood so?
Over petty disputes, the stupidest of reasons?
Be it a piece of land or the right to water from a river
This is not our land to fight over
It is our land to protect and share

We all have to live on this small planet
Realize that quickly,
Before You destroy us all
Trying to nurse your dumb li'l ego's
Enough already people

How many more do you want to kill?
How many more do you want to maim?
How many more do you want 2 make orphans?
How the heck did u get elected in d first place?

Why do we fight so much?
Aren't we all really the same?
Please someone tell me
When will this end?
This mindless violence, this insanity of ours

Someone please help me
Someone please stop this
We can't take this much longer
This planet has had enough
Please, stop it quickly
Before you kill us all

Virginia Tech

Right...

Here we go again...

Another "Virginia Tech Shootout was a Pointless, Random Act of Violence which should never have happened" blog post...

A couple of million others exist, but that ain't stopping me...
I want my share of the glory...
I'm just commercializing on it...
Maybe someone will google for info about the story and my name will pop up...
Maybe more people will start reading my blog...
Whatever, I don't really care...

If a few million can glorify themselves and tell everyone how pure and beautiful their thoughts are just by writing about random acts of senseless violence, why can't I ?

If a few million can say that expressing solidarity for a bunch of dead people who didn't even mean shit to them makes them morally superior, then I want to be morally superior...

I really don't want to stand against the crowd...

I want everyone to know, that even though I may be a wife beater, I have a heart, and that it reaches out for all those dead people...

I want everyone to know, that even though I have never really 'lost' someone, I can 'feel' for them and that I sympathize with them...

That sympathy also shows that I have finer feelings and that I am a beautiful individual...

I even made a card to show I care...

And, I posted online...

That's good, isn't it ?

I think it is...

Possibly, I will be rewarded in heaven for this...

Ooh...
Look, a social networking website...

I made a community that expresses condolences and prays for the well being of the dead people's souls...
Aren't I clever ?

Bloody useless pieces of shit...

I hate the world...

In case, the post hurt anyone's feelings and shit, I'm glad it did...

I really hate the world...

War...Lovely Beautiful War...

10:03pm: War...Lovely Beautiful War...


The above is a sketch done by French Symbolist artist Odilon Redon.
It depicts an on-going war.
Looking at it got me thinking and brought me to a conclusion which everyone at one point or another in their lives has reached...at least if they are not fantical zealots or people with extreme neurotic psychotic disorders or whatever it is that people have...
The fact that war is pointless and stupid and tragic...
I really wanted to say a lot about it, but pictures speak louder than words...ah...beautiful war...


Children in an Iraqui street



Vietnam...



Palestine...






What is the point of it all ? I mean is "my country can kick your ass" worth all the tragedy ?
Is a peice of land worth all the innocent lives that are lost ?
Is the blood spilt really worth all the oil in the world ?
Is power over people so bloody important that a hundred thousand lives be taken for it ?
And then what...a broken state to have under your control ?
Is the establishment of superiority of your race or religion or whatever really worth the killings ?
Does it make you superior to anyone when you kill innocents ?
I really dont think so...I dont know about you...I really dont...
And now I've talked about it...
And now you've read about it...
And still the wars will go on...we all know in our deepest minds how futile it is and how utterly stupid we are to support it, but the wars will still go on and innocents will still die and there will be others like me who will talk about the stupidity of it all and others who will read but the wars wont stop...
Ah...beautiful war...