Platform 'Number Two'

People've begun to take things literally around here.
I went to the railway station at 5.30 AM. Half asleep and fully frozen, I was about to sit on a bench and give my sore eyes a break. Fortunately, my nose wasn't out of commission. Alarm bells started ringing. I willed my eyes to focus... BAM!
A fresh, steaming pile of SHIT. To top it all off, this was PLATFORM NUMBER TWO.
What next? People pissing on platform number one?
I've seen some pretty weird shit by roadsides but never thought I'd be seeing shit sitting nicely on a bench in a railway station.
What sort of parents let their kid shit where other people'll sit and then simply walk off without doing anything about it? Damn! I always hated bawling, unreasonable kids. The hate's just gone up tenfold.
ACK!

world's shortest resignation letter

I thought my resignation letter was short. I was mistaken.
Here's what an amigo wrote:

Dear sir/madam,
Maa chudao. Main chala.
Yours truly.

Genius or what?

we both have a common employer

epistle

It's amazing what a little epistle can do to buoy up a mind struggling for breath.
Here goes...

Hi, Xxxxx.

This email is a formal request of my intention to quit Xxxxxxx and recover my faltering health.
The nature of work, i.e staring at a still screen for hours on end, has been causing sudden migraine attacks which are irritating at best and debilitating at worst.
I need a break from work life to bring my health back to normal and resume work afterwards.
I would be grateful if you could consider this request and initiate the separation process as soon as possible and relieve me by the end of November or the beginning of December, 2005.
I assure you that I will remain as committed as humanly possible thru the separation period.

Regards,
Xxxxxx.

I don't have an assured job when I step out. No safety nets. All I have is confidence that my life will find meaning on it's own or instant death if there is no meaning to be found.

For now, I'll just stick to staying up at nights playing my arse off, watching movies by the dozen, reading till I fall asleep and POUNDING POUNDING TECHNO MUSIC.

Bliss beckons.

Osho RULES!

Here's why...

Osho: The Dhammapada, volume 11

BELOVED MASTER,
I FEEL SHOCKED WHEN YOU USE THE WORD 'FUCK'.
WHAT TO DO?

Sargamo, it is one of the most beautiful words. The English language should be proud of it. I don't think any other language has such a beautiful word. One Tom from California has done some great research on it. I think he must be the famous Tom of Tom, Dick and Harry fame.
He says:
One of the most interesting words in the English language today is the word 'fuck'. It is one magical word: just by its sound it can describe pain, pleasure, hate and love. In language it falls into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive (John fucked Mary) and intransitive (Mary was fucked by John), and as a noun (Mary is a fine fuck). It can be used as an adjective (Mary is fucking beautiful). As you can see there are not many words with the versatility of 'fuck'.
Besides the sexual meaning, there are also the following uses:
Fraud: I got fucked at the used car lot.
Ignorance: Fucked if I know.
Trouble: I guess I am fucked now!
Aggression: Fuck you!
Displeasure: What the fuck is going on here?
Difficulty: I can't understand this fucking job.
Incompetence: He is a fuck-off.
Suspicion: What the fuck are you doing?
Enjoyment: I had a fucking good time.
Request: Get the fuck out of here!
Hostility: I am going to knock your fucking head off!
Greeting: How the fuck are you?
Apathy: Who gives a fuck?
Innovation: Get a bigger fucking hammer.
Surprise: Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!
Anxiety: Today is really fucked.
And it is very healthy too. If every morning you do it as a Transcendental Meditation -- just when you get up, the first thing, repeat the mantra "Fuck you!" five times -- it clears the throat. That's how I keep my throat clear!

Enough for today.

Fuck copyright. Osho's dead and his legacy in the hands of no good arseholes who fight for copyrights of everything from Osho's signature to his slippers. So I don't give a rat's arse about pillaging Osho's work.

Bugger off!

Sonia Gandhi is an Italian and her real name is Antonia Maino. Why are we allowing her to sit in the topmost post?

This is one of the many dumbass SMSs I keep getting all the time, thanks to carriers who lure idiots with carrots of "unlimited SMS for 25 bucks a month". The same bastard carriers charge 1 paisa per every kilobyte of data transmitted over GPRS. Now we have a bunch of trigger happy monkeys who forward every piece of inane trash that hits their inbox thinking "what goes of my father?"
It's high time SMS is rechristened Simple Messaging for Spammers

Talking about Antonia Maino/Sonia Gandhi, what about the NRI dude who contested a mayoral election for some American state?
Where does all this goodwill evaporate when an NRI [Non Resident Italian] takes a seat of power in our own backyard?
The fools then make me hate my beautiful 9500 by writing crap thinking "what goes of my father?" and having everybody forward and re-forward it.

For the record, I do NOT support Antonia Maino/Sonia Gandhi or most of the vermin sitting on administrative seats dictating my life. They deserve to be clubbed to death. It's only the knowledge that they're up there because of guys like me down here working like dogs and paying taxes that keeps me going.
Maybe I'm taking Hank Rearden and John Galt too seriously. Adios.

Die, mankind. Die.

Katrina, Rita, Teena, Meena, Sabena, tsunami, punani, earthquakes, acid rains, flood, blood, mud and all.
WE FUCKING DESERVE THEM. WITH TAX.
WE DESERVE TO BE EXTERMINATED.
Mankind is the single most depraved species on this planet and I'm ashamed to belong to this species.

Went home after eons and while I was strolling along at 4.30 AM, I saw something that completely unstrung me. It's a nondescript town called Rajahmundry. There's a huge paper mill that's the backbone of its economy. True to form, this factory was belching smoke. One couldn't tell where smoke ended and clouds began. The major ingredient in this ungodly suspension is SULFUR DIOXIDE. It stinks so bad that nobody in a ten kilometer radius can breathe free.
I wouldn't be surprised if it rained sulfuric acid in the future. Hell, I'd be glad. I'd rejoice on the day mankind falls prey to its own machinations.

I remember reading a little bit of Battlefield Earth during my bench period and now hope that soon, something descends and puts all mankind in its rightful place: the place we usually reserve for termites and assorted pests.

If one factory in the pint sized Rajahmundry can create a canopy of sulfur laced smoke over half the town, I shudder to think what goes on in all our "industrialized nations".
The consequence:
a one-way shield that lets heat and radiation in and keeps it there;
polar ice caps melt;
fresh water from melted ice mixes with saline water in the oceans at an accelerated rate;
tidal currents are fucked up;
and so are weather patterns;
the beginning of the end.

All this because of what?
A pesky, self important species that thinks it can crap on Nature forever.
A species that wants to chop down trees and use the resultant paper to wipe its arse or use the wood to build intricate coffins to put stiffs in, converting the planet into a huge greenhouse in the process.
Dad once told me that he had seen an engine that ran on WATER about fifty years ago. It split water into hydrogen and oxygen, burnt hydrogen in oxygen and got energy and water again as a by-product. The inventor was "silenced" by oil cartels who feared they'd go belly-up if this thing came into the spotlight. Look at what's happened in these fifty years.

Science and innovation are dictated by politics and economics. A bunch of power brokers and money mongers use their collective strength to suppress anybody or anything that's even remotely detrimental to their unscruplous business.

We kill animals to wear them, step on them, sit on them or hang their heads like trophies. Why is cannibalism taboo, then?
We chop down trees and clear forests to make room for more and more of our sinister designs.
We clog oceans and rivers with effluents, medical waste, plastic, nuclear shit...
And despite all this, when a "natural" disaster strikes, we gripe about the "fury of nature" and "poor victims". I repeat...
WE HAD IT COMING.

I completely agree with Nicholas Cage in The Rock when he sez something like "...even thinking of bringing a child into this world should be considered an act of cruelty..."

What saddens me most is that despite all this ranting, even I'm hooked to all this. Try as I might, I simply cannot shake this curse. Makes me feel ashamed to be alive. Makes me pray for another disaster to strike with me at Ground Zero and instantly smash me to pulp.

Mother Nature deserves her revenge... and we all deserve to die.