Wasting time on the internet?

Before you open a new tab ask yourself the following-

Do I really need to check the news again?
Do I really need to check facebook again?
How about reading a few pages from a book or a magazine?
How about working on that things that needs to get done?

Steam release

Modern day life sucks. From the perspective of an urban youth, who finds himself stuck in endless traffic, on the road and on the internet, let me tell you that with out a steam release this engine that I call mind and body will soon splutter out and die. My relationships suffer the most, cause I am eternally moody and people hate the eternally moody and hence avoid me. I feed my negativity into a cycle of human suckiness that gets passed on from one to another and back to the one.

Religion is a great steam release. Prayer, meditation, talking to god, yoga, worship, chanting, singing etc etc... By focussing on a relationship with an abstract and surrendering your mind and will to an external being, the divine, you end up releasing steam as your mind believes that some thing other than itself deals with the traffic.

But what about a mind that has figured this out? What about me? I have wandered the religious landscapes and experienced many but have not fixated on one abstract. Perhaps I can fixate on everything at once. But a seasoned spiritual person will know the difficulty, the doubts that that throws up.

Should I just move on to another steam release, another opium to satiate the traffic ridden mind. Can someone suggest something? Something other than the literal opiate.

I fell for a hippie

I fell in love very recently and have been doing crap to impress this girl, who is so very different from me. She is verbose, as in she talks a lot and I confine my verbosity to just writing stuff. She is sorta loud in her dressing sense. She does not shave her underarms and I do (sheesh). She is always talking about issues and politics. She believes and I quote- "Those who are not political are allowing people to commit crimes in their names, for the government is the people." And that is why I did not vote (I did not tell her that).

Now for those of my friends who know me really well this is going to come as a shock. I have joined the YUCK movement- 'Youth United Change Knockers' and have been appointed as the secretary of the social media wing. I don't even know what youth united change knockers even means. Whose knockers are we changing? But all I can tell you is that being in this position means that I have to attend regular meetings with this girl who I have fallen in love with. I think it is her eyes. They call out to me.

She has asked me to prepare a strategic social media campaign plan. I asked her if it should be something way better than just a social media plan and I laughed. I laughed alone. The committee is a bunch of losers I tell you. Except of course for this girl. There are two reasons why I am putting this up on my blog. One- my blog is not popular and she will never read or hear about this. Two- She is not on any social media and so she will never read or hear about this. And I am not mentioning her name.

What is the meaning of life?

Apparently the youth are using social media to find the meaning to life. So said one of my professors who then went on about some guy named Victor. What I have noticed is that my friends- who can be called morons who are still clinging to adolescence a.k.a youth- write blogs and in those blogs many have written what some may call poems. I call it the longer form of the SMS- Short messages and smut.

This also completely ruined my hopes of becoming a fricking poet. Now everyone is rhyming their shitty thoughts-

The rain was falling down
I was wearing a gown
My thought like drops do splash
Reminding me that I am trash

I wrote that in about a minute and now the blogosphere rewards me with positive comments and sharing's of my posts. Hallelujah! But my professor has a point. Having written about my trashy frustration in a poetic- albeit SMS manner- I go beyond the dictum- I think, therefore I am. It is now I think in a public forum therefore I can affirm my existence and proclaim meaning and hence 'purpose' of my screwed up life.

I am considering starting an instagram account. I have this picture to connect to my 'what is the meaning of life?' post. This streak of light is transient. But now it exists in my blog, it gets a sort of immortality. It lives forever and its meaning has extended beyond the microseconds that it existed.

Blogging for dummies (blogging is for dummies)

I do not know how this works. Apparently it is a good way to get your views out there... in the blogosphere. Why should anyone even care for the blogosphere. It is not like the atmosphere is it. Without atmosphere, life will die an instant death. Life may never have existed even. But without the blogosphere will ideas and ideologies die an instant death? Random ramblings so that I can take off in the blogosphere. I like this actually. Maybe this is where I will randomly ramble and my poor friends will have to read about it.