Money N Men...!!!

What if we're a cosmic fluke?

What if we just got shit-bag lucky that we're on the right planet with the right sort of star at the right sort of distance from us to provide us with the right sort of conditions to exist?

You know when people say, hey, there's only a ONE in a billion chance of something happening... they use it to say that something is practically impossible...

What if we ARE that one in a billion? The fluke off-chance of the universe?

What if we ARE just the one planet that electricity and cosmic permutations and combinations threw together and developed to the heightened stage of free porn and cola?

We learn, we grow, we sit at a desk and pull a paycheck...

We stay alive to pull a paycheck

We pull a paycheck to keep ourselves alive...

Why?

Why keep ourselves alive?

No no, Im not being suicidal... Im just being contemplative... what ENDS are we staying alive for? What am I keeping myself fit and healthy for? To just grow old and one day not be fit anymore and then die?

Surely pulling a paycheck and staying alive and comfortable isn't the ends of our existence?

But what if it IS? What if we're the universe's biggest fluke, and we just ARE... we just BE and there is NO grand scheme of things, no grand plan that we've been assembled here for? We're here to stay alive by making money and vice versa...

"No Grand Scheme will be handed out upon this watery planet. Your life is pointless"

Tell me then... does that frighten you? Or liberate you?

Rang BhArSe........

I used to play with color a lot as a kid, around Holi time... now dont get me wrong, this isn't one o those fire n brimstone rants about how Holi is bad for your soul and will damn you to hell for screwing the environment over... no no, go ahead, play Holi, know yourself out... heres some money to buy the colour...

Just don't wake me up for it...

The thing is, Holi, like a LOT of other festivals, happens ridiculously early in the morning...

Which was fine as a kid really... that whole zest for life, enthusiastic play-with-the-colony-friends stage of life

and even now... if you're gonna play at a civillized hour...like post 11 am... count me in... but then again, by noon everything starts winding up... so on second thoughts...leave me a note... besides... its always a holiday everytime...what a waste of a holiday!

Though as a kid it used to be fun

Like the time i rang my own doorbell, splattered in color, and my mum opened the door and said, "kya hua? kaun chaahiye aapko?"

Or the time i was walking down the street after one particularly zestful Holi morning and i saw my old schoolteacher across the road... so i ran across to her to say hello, because she was one of my favorite... except for the fact that she ran away, thinking it was some random goonda coming to assault her

Aahhh Holi...

And there was this time my friend and i got really pumped up about holi and went out at the crack of dawn only to realise that we were the only two fools awake at that hour

so we spent one hour merrily using our pichkaari's on each other

Then we were wet and felt cold and went back home...

End of days play

and then we went downstairs in the evening

and on top of a cupboard in the porch we found a packet of color... Ever since then, we've thought that thats the single coolest cupboard EVER!

So we went down there the next day and figured hey! lets try our luck again why dont we!

And so we did

And we actually found another bloody packet

Except for the fact that this was a packet of white powder... but we were young and naive then, so we figured hey... white paint!cool... so we dragged out a bucket of water and tossed the "white paint" into it and stirred it around...

And three seconds later we had this big bucket of froth and soap suds on our hands... That taught us a lesson or two about getting excited about free color from the skies...

And people seem to play it in extremes don't they these days?

Its either really crappy oil color that NEVER comes off or eggs or some weird repugnant shit...

Or the sort of people that walk up to you, say "Happy Holi!" and smear exactly one dot of gulal onto your face and run away....

And then there's bhang... For those of you who don't know what Bhang is, loosely translated into English it means "Drink me and i'll fuck your head and insides up worse than Hannibal Lecter on the lookout for a midnight snack"

Aaahhh holi...

Hellooooooo Mate....

There's something about one of those times... one of those times where you're just lying in bed and a friend of yours calls or messages you and you just talk...

And in the course of the conversation, the person's telling you stuff, opening up to you, welcoming you into their life, sharing a part of it with you...

And in that moment, you realize, just realize what a long way you've come with that person. There's something so fundamentally beautiful about that realization. It's the ultimate ode to evolution, the ultimate testament to the fact that we're capable of developing and growing.

You remember the first time you met that person, you remember all the stuff you guys have done together, you remember how building a friendship is also a courtship of sorts, you remember how you courted each other. You remember all the times you've laughed, all the times you've been silently melancholy together...

And then you come back to the present, right here and now, having a conversation with that person, and you smile to yourself because you've travelled a road with someone you just HAPPENED to meet on your journey... and now that person is your fellow pilgrim, your travelling companion...

And you've come a long way with them, from a "Hi, I'm krishna" to being a part of their life, important or otherwise. It's one of those moments where you unquestionably believe in a God and figure he's telling you... yeah man... you matter, you're here aren't you? You're important to someone, important enough for them to want to share a part of their life with you...

I had one of those moments this morning and well... realizing you and a person have come a long, long way....absolutely rocks...

MeRa NuMbEr AyEgA.....

Sometimes it's the smallest, most insignificant thing that makes u lose your mind. And after you lost it, the situation becomes ridiculously silly and dumb to you. Then you wonder about the state of your existence in the world, it's just a passing phase. Everything's a passing phase. If so...When will all these phases end and the real life begin? Probably never..
Age 17- Desperately want girlfriend.

Age 18- Failed attempts discourage you. Hope for better luck in the future.

Age 19- Na haveing a girlfriend is nothing special. Waste to time and money. Need to concentrate on studies, need to make something of oneself. Can have fun later.

Age 20- Wouldn't mind haveing a fling. Would prefer to have some fun before College starts. Like almost every descent looking girl you meet. Various attempts made to get lucky.

Age 21- Fail miserably . Then again havein a girlfriend is not for me. Single life is great. Life is good. Need to concentrate on future. Will have fun in the future.

Age 22- Damn everyone around has girlfriend. Again work towards getting lucky but find no one worthy and of course luck isn't on ones side.

Conclusion: Conclude for urself....

and this years NOBLE goes to....

so people early today morning I hit upon this idea on how to win the
nobel prize for peace ---

You need to become a
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You guessed it right --- A MARRIAGE COUNSELLOR ( dont be shocked -- I
have proved my theory below )

see marriages have fights -- and sometimes they go to counsellers ---

Hence if you are succesful in resolving a rift --- YOU HAVE CREATED PEACE

and if you solve the issues of many couples then YOU HAVE CREATED A LOT OF PEACE

off course one issue which Shanky was pointing out was

Shanky : but it doesnt involve political disputes and international
relations..right?

but even this issue was solved when I realised this

Kittu : well it may na
Kittu : example
Kittu : Musharaff has a crush on Manmohan Singhs wife
Kittu : then what will happen
Kittu : tell me tell me

so then people if u want a peace prize become a shrink -- the marriage kind :)

I was thinking of copyrighting this idea -- but for the good of human
kind --- i am not --- let people benefit :D