Men-Who-Pause

No man is a man if he can't hear the chirping cricket over the babble of two other voices. He is even worse an example of our species if he still can't hear it after being asked to specifically listen to the cricket. The plethora of hollow mechanical drones who go through life without noticing all that life has to offer you surprises me.

The majority of us are so caught up in getting from A to B that we fail to appreciate the multitude of interesting events that occur along the path. This lack of appreciation for nature-nature in this case being your surroundings, not the flora, fauna and the other crap Wordsworth was talking about-could be the chief reason for the disappointment or unfulfilled feeling that one feels when he does eventually reach B.

Not that I am romanticizing life, no, I'd rather observe everything in my way than just get caught up in the goal of completing objectives in daily life. For instance, I'm sure you would not pause to appreciate how beautifully the stale vomit in the sink had mixed with oil to produce a diffraction pattern similar to the great Auroras themselves. But I did. I also took in the stench of the vomit and objectively assessed its effect on my olfactory before i dismissed it as something unpleasant.

So the conclusion to all this is... wait... what the f**k did I intend to say in the first place? Balls to it. I think I've made my point without actually finishing what I intended to say in the first place.

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Dear Reader, I squat on my haunches on a cold January morning in a city that my friends call home. With a torn blanket to comfort me and a toothbrush to rid last night's stench of cheap liquor, I sit and brush my yellow teeth. But there is no toothpaste. Like sex, toothpaste is a luxury today. But tar-tar, plaque and bastards born out of misconception are all collateral damages in a luxurious world. My ex-girlfriend(a.k.a the whore my brother is banging now) has both, cavities and bastard children. I like to point and laugh at her.

Last night I dreamt that bees were electing their new queen. I guess there is no hope for the Insect Alliance now. Unless... Yes... Of course. How did I not see this? If the Dragonflies join hands with the Wasps, victory will be ours for sure. Meanwhile, in Amsterdam, the price of Butter Toffees has increased by six rupees. Sad isn't it? Reminds me of socks with holes, filthy rats and the Great Depression of the '30s. Woe is the rate of an honest Butter Toffee.

But in the middle of all this, you begin to wonder why you are reading this in the first place. A seemingly random collection of... ha.. got you! Hahaha. No it isn't time for that yet. The last paragraph is reserved for the few lines that leave you questioning a lot more in life than you want to. Patience is like an awry metaphor. Wait... did I just make it a simile by using the word 'like'? Like it even matters now. But I wish it did. Don't you, dear reader?

Like I was saying reader, you should now be wondering why you are reading this piece in the first place. A collection of randomness which would make any reader question not only the skills of the writer, but also the sanity and/or sobriety of the writer. But it doesn't matter what steps you take to stop such irritating lines of bewilderment. The truth remains that toothpaste, like sex, is a luxury. Sue me! Until later then. Stay tuned.