Meh.

Today, at the crack of dawn, something yet nothing happened. Because I wasn't up at that moment, I'm clueless. However, when I finally woke up, I thought about what I was going to write about today (Blogging is a now a constant thought in my mind, just like Katy Perry was once.) But what I thought of and what I'm going to write are not even close. This is what laziness does to now an avid blogger.

So this is going to be a short post, but still longer than Kim Kardashian's marriage.

Today, The Posteriors (their collective's name) did NOT disappoint The One even once today. So much so, The One spent all day with them, and The One was in a good mood at 5pm; The One's usual breaking time where The One turns from a constant fact provider, witty one liners flirt to one of them Medusa's stone turned statuettes; and was still looking forward to spending time with them. Today they did not disappoint. Progressive to say the least. WIN.


Note: The One was never, is never and will never be mentioned using pronouns.

Time for the news of the world.
The One's friend, Mr. Late Bloomer (LB) has girl problems. Who saw that coming?

Tomorrow is my college fest. Mr. Photography Head and all is not particularly looking forward to it. Let's see how things pan out.

This is the end of the post. Too lazy to type further. And it's longer than Kimmy's marriage, by far. True to my word.

PS: Old School Rap is amazing. Hooked to Straight Outta Compton by N.W.A. Give it a hear if you care. Else, be kind to me and still give it a hear.

Disappointment.

Blogging sure is fun. 2nd day on it, and I'm not yet bored of typing. Wootsville.


So the title says it all. If it doesn't, I hope it does at the end of the post.


DISAPPOINTMENT-

Wiki: Feeling of dissatisfaction that follows the failure of expectations or hopes to manifest.


Disappointment is quite a condescending emotion. It makes you feel superior to others. For if they let you down, they are letting you down. And you are the person they don't want to disappoint. It's like the only plus point, 'cause who doesn't want to be Da Baws?

Grasping the concept?

There are many different levels of disappointments.

There are the smaller disappointments and then there are the larger ones.

The One seems to encounter the larger ones. Not on the personal front, hellz no. It is quite recent, the disappointment in people. For people are the ficklest of creatures, it is quite understandable for them to display irrational behavior sometimes.

But here, The One encounters characters that display this behavior perpetually.  They are quite the menace, in a harmless yet disturbing manner.

These days, we see a lot of love amongst people. It's all over their Facebook posts, crossing all gender barriers whatsoever (I'm guilty as charged). But this love takes an ugly form between, as The One observed.

"I'll come along if she comes along"

"She is quite ill, she needs rest"
"I DON'T CARE! I WILL ONLY GO OUT WITH YOU GUYS IF SHE COMES, AND THAT'S THAT."

This wasn't the affection needy call from a girl to a girl. Nor was it between two lovers. This was the affection from a dude (I highly doubt it) to a chick having no more of a relation than friendship. Dafaq?

It was then sorted with SS, being quite the douche this time around, convinced the girl to come along.

MM and The One had left the scene at the onset of the affection.
Faujistan couldn't careless.

And another guy, let's call him Capt. Douchebaguette, started with a rant about how considerate he is at these situations. Blatant lies I say. We'll come back to that.

Well wasnt' that just what the title says. Meh.


Random statement: A guy just wrote 'Fuck on cocaine' as his status on Facebook.
WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?


PS: I pulled my muscle. A muscle called the gluteus maximus. Aha! The Disappointments have a name. I shall call them The Posteriors.

PPS: Gluteus Maximus reminds me of The MuscleMan. He has something to say straight from the aforementioned muscle. Here goes it:

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. Shit.  Bullcrap. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. Shit. 

Quite the message.

So this sucks.

Let's start on recent events. A couple of days back, 'people' decided to hangout. So The One was to hangout. But the whole scenario can be described by a line from Shakespeare's play Hamlet, paraphrased may it be, 'to chill or not to chill', for people are exactly what a I described them to be a few days ago on my Facebook status:

I like Harit Kaushik and Tanya Wanchoo and the 2 others. They share my opinion.

The disappointments had finally taken center stage, with their drama and their apparent ego trysts. "You're not coming?" "Are we going or not, aah?" "I have had enough!!!!!" "Don't stop me, I'm not going with you anywhere!" and the sort.

The One, with MM was in a fix, for they were stuck in a dilemma of sorts: hit it or quit it. That wasn't a casual reference to a hotsy-totsy 19 year old's bottom, but whether to intervene in the 16 year old's' tantrums or not.

This was the first breaking point in ages, for the disappointments had shown steady signs of improvement over the past few weeks.

The rant:

What is wrong with people today? They build castles in the air and are the rulers of these make believe monarchy; NO one gives a shit guys. This isn't the place where your tantrums and douchebaggery will be taken seriously. You might have your groupies, here or at that medieval place you call home. This isn't one of those fight or flight moments, for you better take flight.

On a separate note, as an advocate of SNS, specifically Facebook, and fast internet connections, here's something else:

Anirudh Singh is a internet freeloader. Cheers for him.

Mysterious people work in mysterious ways.

A story needs characters. Characters have characteristics. Characteristics are true. Truth hurts, maybe.
This story has a number of characters. They who shall be named, shall be named.


The One
The Muscle man (MM)
The Faujistan
The Straight Shooter (SS)


And then come the disappointments, who shall be named as they disappoint.


This is apparently my 3rd post in 2 hours. I feel very Darth-y.

Damned.

This is about a regular college goer, amongst other things.

When one goes to college, one interacts with a number of people. They come in all sizes: small, regular and large. And they are of different varieties as well.

But as he experienced and inferred, not soon before long, he had chosen just the one variety: The worst kind.

They came in all shapes and sizes, yet the core was the same. They have an innate quality of sodding you off via various forms which you'll read further.

And thus the beginning of the end of the once socially behavior One.

Sup?

I have started to disapprove of a lot of things around me. For once, I thought blogging is for the weak and the introverts. I stand corrected. It IS probably the only way one can disapprove of things one wants to disapprove of, openly, yet discreetly.

So begins the journey. 




But until you learn to master your rage, your rage will be your master.
-The Sphinx (Mystery Men)