Nothing is perfect...everything is breaking apart

There are seeds of destruction hidden in every act of growth. Whether they are friends, family, fuckbuddies, fake people, whatever. There is a growing sense of distrust and madness in everything we attempt.

Even love comes at a price, the price of attention, our time, our life, our bodies, our minds, our everything at time.

I read this line from a poem by a German poet, "Love is like a flower, even the most beautiful kind dies."

So, we wait. We wait for the end, we wait for the next big incident in our lives, we wait for someone to come alone and fuck our senses out of our heads, we wait for someone to find a solution to our boredom and excite us in ways that we never even knew existed.

We wait for the next joker. We wait for the next shocker.

All the while we wait, we don't realise, that the joke is on us.

I was going to write about things

Don't look at me like this. This person is called Bhayanak Maut Sharma. Think about it. He was born one day and he mommy and daddy opened up some religious book and thought, "oh, let's name our some something from B" Mommy must have said, "How about....Bhayanak Maut Sharma!" "Oh yes," Daddy woulda said, and thus was born, the man, the legend, Mr. Bhayanak Maut Sharma.

In school, i think of the attendance time. Bhayanak Maut?! Present Ma'am!

While having sex ( Though I wonder if he gets any), his girl must have said, "oh Bhayanak Maut, fuck me harder" or "Bhayanak Maut!! love me long time" or "is that your fucking real name?"

I don't know, i found it supremely funny. Of course, I know that Bhayanak Maut is an indian metal band, and a good band at that, but someone changing his first name to the band's name? Stupid sir, totally stupid.

By The Way
His profile is open on facebook. By open I mean that anyone can click on his name and go to his profile view his pics and post them on a  blog and write shit about him. Is your Facebook profile open?

P.S Hey, Bhayanak Maut Sharma, i doubt you will get to see this, but if you do, be nice and request me to remove this post, I might consider that. NOT! LOL!

Devin Townsend Project :: Addicted

INTERVIEW LINK

Above is an interview link that a magazine conducted with Devin Townsend. The answer to the first question mindfucked me. Here,

You have a kid and all of a sudden your whole reality seems completely out of proportion. Reality seems to get more and more out of proportion. I always end up thinking, "Well what's the meaning behind it all?" I think that for many years I've been hung up on that question. Just like a real overwhelming sense of needing to know. I had a bunch of people in my life who were very religious and some people are into, like, darker things and some are into lighter things, but ultimately I think it all comes down to the fact that everybody's afraid of this being it. You know, afraid that maybe there's nothing more. Maybe we're just… we have these kind of realities and belief systems just to avoid that incredibly isolated feeling.

Ignore the context, try being in this man's shoes and then thinking. It makes sense of some pretty prfound level.

The new album is called Addicted, first one was called Ki. There will be two more albums by DTP. This one, Addicted is surely worth a listen if you're into heavy music. And here is a link to the lyrics of the album.

I am working on the novel. It is a tough thing to do, i have realized. My only bet is getting drunk like fuck next weekend and hammer out the whole thing in one sitting.

Laters.

There is something wrong with the world

Allright, cross that headline, there are a lot of things wrong with the world. It makes me wonder if there is some situation sometime when there is no law and order and people are just given a free run of everything, there is no control, what the fuck will happen then?

A small example. I went for a movie today, it was called 2012. I went alone ofcourse. I like to watch movies alone, that way I can eat all the popcorn. Twice. Don't ask. It's complicated. ANYWAY, digression aside. The movie.

Now, the thing with this movie was that, even thought it is an english movie, i saw a version that was dubbed in hindi. For fuck's sake. The dubbed movies have better hindi than the normal bollywood fare that is not sure whether they want to speak hindi or english. And the english movies dubbed in hindi have such a respectable way of speaking hindi. Great dubbing I must say. So, the movie starts, the credits start to roll, and the hall is plunged into darkness.

Given this was a 9.40 PM show, and there were quite some people who were drunk (I saw them later in the interval). And as the lights went off a collective roar rose from somewhere in the Gold row of seats, those tickets were 140 bucks. These boys in the hall they were screaming and commenting throughout the movie. But when they screamed in the intitial part of the movie, just as the movie was about to begin, someone else also started to scream and then another person and soon, here and there people were screaming and shouting in the hall.

Again, it made me think, what if? What if all these people here went insane and became zombies or something? What if they decided that hey, we don't like N watching a movie here, let's skin him alive with our bare hands? What if they all fell to my Great Charms and decided to .... NO! Horrible thoughts.

But anyway, the true nature of the crowd and humanity is barbaric. People are worse than animals. At least you can kill an animal without the worry of it's family coming after your ass. Not so with humans. I hate humans. I hate the collective mass of crowds. I despise the sheep mentality that we all follow. We have become the sheep and it's almost impossible to break out. Which is sad. Very sad.

But N, the movie? yeah, it was ok.

A writer kinda saves the world in it. So, don't mess with writers. Me? I'm planning to launch all the nukes when I get my hands on any country's nuclear missiles.

A Quote and a Link

I am participating in NaNoWriMo. That means a lot of procrastination and panicked bouts of writing. Right, so we're gonna keep things short and filthy here. And longer posts when I can muster up enough venom and energy to follow it through. 

I read a quote today and wanted to share it with you all

"I am not going to question your opinion. I am not going to meddle with your belief. I am not going to dictate to you mine. All that I say is examine, inquire, look into the nature of things, search out the grounds of your opinions, the for and the against. Know why you believe, understand what you believe, and possess a reason for the faith that is in you.

                                                                                                                                                  Frances Wright
                                                                                                                                            "Divisions Of Knowledge"

And in case that was not moving enough, here are pictures of some dead dolphins that are killed every year (?) in Denmark. Notice that the forum here is a religion heavy forum and besides being concerned about the animals people are swisting religion into the picture, some comments at least. Anyway, I do not believe in religion. I think everyone is as full of shit as anyone else. We all suck.

Goodnight.

P.S: About changing the blog's name. That is a practical decision, and even though I don't promise you much, I can assure you that the themetic content of the blog will remain the same and if not much, it would only get crazier. I just need to get the blog's URL past the porn filters.

The Blog and The Beast...

I am here. Got back from wherever I had gone to. It was a good trip in some ways and there are parts I'd like to change now, but I can't. Anyway.

I've been thinking about this blog. Where am I taking this blog, or better, where is this blog taking me? What next after this?

This is a problem with me, to sustain interest in something or anything long enough, and I keep asking what next? Just like that stupid samsung solgan, "Next is What?" That's wrong fucking grammar man. Makes me want to tell Aamir Khan, next is my fist and your fucking face. That's what's next, fuckface.

Back to the blog. What is TFU like? I thought about it. The blog has a personality for sure. Like a Wild Beast, maddened by Lust and Power and demons in its head. Smashing into things and biting everything and everyone in it's way. Just running and running in a mad run that will lead to nowhere. Is that what TFU is like? Seems so to me.

With TFU, the damage is being done, but at what level? The blog will never be as popular as some of the more popular blogs out there. Does that mean I want to be popular? No, not me. I've had my share of limelight. With TFU, the motive is to propogate an idea that, HEY! Your world is fucked, and you better do something about it, cuz it's getting worse and worse with every passing second. Do something. Make a move. Break something. Build something. Don't sit there leaving buttprints in the sands of time. I want to see clawmarks in the ass of God from your fucking hands!

There are two very beautiful lines that I remember from a poem I memorized when I was a kid. It goes,

"Mere seene me nahi to tere seene me sahi, ho kahi bhi aag lekin aag jalni chahiye" for those bad in hindi, "If not in my heart then let it be your heart, but wherever a fire it, the fire must burn."

So, what next for TFU?

I am thinking to make the beast a bit cultured. To give it a facade that will make it look civil, but as soon as They turn their backs on us, BOOM!! ASSFUCKERY!

I think i will change the blog's name to something that doesn't have the word fuck in it. Bleeds my heart to say this, but there are many who get scared looking at the blog's title and just don't bother to visit. Besides the porn filters in schools/colleges block any blog with the word "fuck" in it's URL. So, I am losing out on a big chunk of readership here just cuz of the word fuck in the title. This is no time to be emotional. So, yeah, a change will be brought to the title, maybe I'll also get a new template with it and just, you know, export the whole blog to the new address. Voila!

Expect changes here!

Now go and Rock The World, the beast needs to feed.

Away For The Weekend.

Nah, this is not an extended break like earlier. Just that I'll be away for the weekend. So, what you can do is click on a random post in the archives. I can assure you there is more weirdness there. Last year's posts from Feb to September would be a good idea, I was drinking like madman back then and there were a lot of posts. Lots of madness.

Take care out there everyone.