Tuesday, July 30, 2013
I am trying to upload some pictures but to no avail. The system is technically inoperable and please, give me the liberty to sigh. Pictures speak a thousand words and they depict a gargantuan amount of information which the world will embrace in due time.
A friend indeed
I met Sashi for dinner earlier into the day. That poor soul ended up waiting 3 hours for my lesson to end. I had proffered an alternative date for a meet up and yet, he told me that he promised me to meet today and he would just wait for me. Sweet of him. So Sashi finally bought a very majestic looking motorcyle for himself. Let me tell you, his ride definitely looked puissant. So we headed for a simple dinner and we had a heart to heart chat. The funniest thing is, people had thought that he possesses outlandish characteristics but to be honest, he is very much honest than most people out there and he understands. When the plot was narrated, his cachinnation almost engulfed our surroundings. So basically, he told me a certain truth and that turned on the veins which triggered off the entire retrospective process.
I'll explain more on the essence of it but I'm losing my alertness as of now and I don't want people to accuse me of being asleep at the wheel.
Maybe before I go, let me share a food for thought which was newly constructed by yours truly. I mean, in this modern era, we should be clear about omitting all parochial views.
First and foremost, most of the people we meet on the streets are complete motherfuckers. Most of us give them the liberty to be our friends and to prove us that they're not motherfuckers in reality. So you technically give them to power to backstab you, betray you, hurt you, belittle you and what not. So a true motherfucker will always prove his mettle at the very end of the day. A motherfucker will always remain a motherfucker (even the vajayjays would cringe at their existence). A true friend would remain a true friend. So in our lives, the test of time, the situational crisis, the opportunity cost, the replacement cost and (etc) would present itself just to filter the motherfuckers from the true friends.
The paragon of virtue would just be a complete disdain at the hands of the evil at its greatest manifestations. Hence, even the church would reek of the evil stench.
Time is at the disposal and it's just a matter of weeks when I get to do a "Sonapareeya" dance in the rain as the mark of the celebration from within.
Go decipher or find the universal elixir.
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3:08 am