Innit?

No this is not a post about some mistake that I have made.

Neither is it about some political issue

Nor is it a travelogue. 

And no I am not ranting about how purposeless life is, and how meaningless all I am doing is and how NALSAR massacres everything that is not “Laaaaa”. 

It is none of this. It is just empty-ness. Here I am lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, gazing at that spider web that hangs ever so irritatingly. The fan whirrs. A few insects buzz around the tubelight. That Bertrand Russell poster flaps ever so slightly in the breeze. My mind is blank, absolutely. Is this existence? I dont care. How do I feel? I cannot say! Maybe what I need is some thrill. Maybe it’ll be fun if that roof just collapses and crushes me. I am sick of the mental entombment, the physical one looks appetizing. How about a thunderstorm now? Nah! Not possible in Feb! Too bad! Fuck!! The phone rings!! Emossanal Attyaachaar…the solitude is gone. I am glad it is! Or has it? How long is this charade called life? Too bad I dont have time to think. Need to take the call. Ah! The joys of feeling vela when you are’nt exactly. Who the fuck can it be anyway! Those retards downstairs need to shut up. Hello..

I get it! Why even bother..I’ll sleep after this conversation is over. Screw you world.

~ by abdaal on February 26, 2009.