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I wont spend much time in thinking, how to start this one. Blogs are a funny thing.....each post..its theme..the tone..the background..mainly derives everything from what frame of mind the writer is....Of lately, I have been somehow under a very dark frame of mind....I have been very very confined with respect to where my thoughts point to these days.. Its like each new day brings an ADD-on to cement that depressing feeling that has been creating a void inside me....
Today I learnt something that I think everyone needs to understand as early in their life as possible. How much, perfect the world may seem to you,, how much easy the things go for you, one thing is very very certain..you've got to walk your own walk alone and there is absolutely no other alternative for that.
People belong to many genres..I don't think It was made to relate this way,,but I guess the caste-system in the Hindu religion applies very well to what people really are..
In Hinduism people are divided into Brahmans, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, The shudras and the untouchables.
People living in this world can similarly be categorized into five genres....and these genres almost totally borrow from the hindu caste system
1) The Beautifuls
The beautifuls are the people who talk nicely ..these people treat others really well,,even go on to provide and show a lot of care. But the most beautiful thing about the beautifuls is that you would never know when they fuck you. They fuck and fuck and then again fuck. Sometimes they fuck so beautifully that one would probably not realise that one is being fucked. Its all about the sweet talk and it goes on and on....
2) The good BAD ASS people
The good Bad Ass ?? These are the people who are constantly fucking others. They simply love it and are very verbal about it. Its this being verbal thing that earns then the tag of BAD ASS..while in reality they are the most honest people as in when with them you know whats coming. These people are rarely fooles by the Beautifuls since they are always aware that there could be an ANTI with them.
3)The Champions
The Champions also known as the Secret assassins are the ones who understand the People-genre system really well. They don't mind getting fucked by the beautifuls or the good BAD ASS people once in a while..and hell they dont miss a chance to fuck either. However this is where the champions excel...They know they cant fuck the beautifuls or the good BAD ASS people...and so they they do not even go for it... What the Champions really do is that they mask themselves as a member of the genres further down the hierarchy...make them comfortable and then not fuck but RAPE them. Being so deft,,they not only rape the others once..but rape them over and over. And yes thats not all The Champions after raping the others repeatedly, tell them that the Rapes were not meant to be...they just happened...Champions indeed
Going further down the hierarchy we have
4)The Wannabes
Now the wannabes are a fucked up genre. Every now and then they get fucked up by the aforementioned 3 genres. The wannabes almost feel all this fucking completely natural. Having said that the wannabes do wanna rise to the level of the champions..Although its a misery of this genre that they do not know that its easy to become a good BAD ASS or even a beautiful but you just cannot transform into a Champion...and this is what makes them a wannabe..Still the fortunate ones do rise sometimes to become good BAD ASS...
now the last one on this list...the ROOT of all the fuck thats going on are
5) The Criers or the "I'll take the fuck people"
The criers are by far the most disgusting genre and at the same time a faithful slave to all the above 4 master genres..The criers are naked all the time...The carry their Ass ready to be fucked...everywhere they go. The criers are easily identified by the beautifuls, the gbas and the Champions every single time....When not getting fucked or raped the criers cry all the time or think about when to cry..Sometimes the criers even cry while getting fucked but that doesnt make much of a difference and hell why should it...However the criers are kind enough to open their ASS even once they have identified the people who fucked them..Its like "a For life thingy"..for them
Thats all about the funny--in the frame of mind- classification of people..
I guess I can walk my walk now....
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A drop in the ocean evaporated, wandering in it's phase of going up to be the part of a cloud, it could only be vapour, no matter how hard it tried to hug all the dust and all the air around it, no matter how it wanted to taste the stardust that floated in the earth's atmosphere, it could not mix with it, it was vapour and thats what it was. It went up in the cloud and mingled with other drops and could see that neither of them had anything else with them except vapour. It relaxed, it wasn't alone.
A boy named Suprabh was walking and it started raining, he suddenly remembered what he often pretended to ignore in school, that rainfall is distilled water-polluted by the air through which it sieves down to the earth. How wonderful it would be if water was insoluble in the pollution, he wondered. He lived nowhere near the sea and had never been near one. But as he tried to hold the water in between the joined soles of his shoes, he could see the rain getting even more polluted as it filled the seas. He smiled and started running.
It was the turn of the relaxed drop to free fall from the gargling cloud. Where to, it wondered. And then it was free...floating..blissful..among friends...among equals..uncountable drops all around..................But then they started changing, they were altering their course, changing their colour, in size. The drop was scared. It's neighbours were scary. It was so preoccupied in it's fear that it scared the neighbours more. It could now see doom that lied ahead, it could feel something, something that said that future was a drop-eat-drop world where you could never be a solitary drop again...you had to be-dirty, different genres of being dirty. And then....
He was running. Never before in his rain-walks had Suprabh caught a drop in his eye and he did not want to let go of it now. He was running with his eyes closed. He was smiling. He did not know and he did not ask why. He stopped running by slipping. He knew it now. How beautiful it is to feel the wetness of a drop even when you are drenched in water. When there is water all around, it stopped bothering me after a while and then I caught a drop in my eye and oh how beautiful it feels to smile and know why...
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