Complicated

I've been thinking about writing something on this topic (bah!, my typing speed seems to have decreased). Right from when my relationship with Angelina broke or even before that. Complicated- all of us must be familiar with this melodious song by the gorgeous Avril Lavigne (if not, then i must say you are a dumb head)- Just a little description of the song. (Consequences of analyzing and thinking too much. Can't help it.) The reason why I was not able to write was because I never had too many examples to describe this complicated fact or these complicated human tendencies.

So now, I'm in Pune. Such a big city. Larger scope of getting big examples of much foolish people who make their even more foolish lives too complicated. Even I'm one of them but I'm not that foolish. Pune with its vast expanse of land has some of the most amazingly foolish people.

This human, he has the habit exaggerating things and making them complicated for himself as well as for others.
For example, there's a senior in our college. Looks cool, is taller than me, is healthier than me, wears branded clothes (even I do, that ain't a big deal), speaks English, has a back in two subjects. 'Speaks English' - "i have putted a conversation with her last night". mfg. That was the most horrible sentence may ears had ever listened to.

*the impression what we, the weirdos, get is- this guy is nothing but a show off ass. He shows as if he is a very talented and amazing personality, but turns out to be one of the most amazingly foolish personalities. Okay, I agree that initially everybody makes mistakes while speaking English, but then, why do you have to show that you have great command over English when in reality you cannot even speak a single grammatically correct sentence.

Same case with our professors. The first day our civil engg lecturer asked - "How many of you don't understand English?". Not many people raised their hands. His next rock solid statement was - "Don't worry, there are many people in this college who don't know how to speak English. They just boast about their English. Most of the time they are speaking wrong English." This statement was made by him with such confidence as if he knows every tit-bit of English, as if he is the sole one who knows this language. Ofcourse he said that all in marathi.

"when two bricks will struck with each other give ringing sound" ROFLMAO

"bricks when throw from the height of 1m or so should not break"

after our maths lecture we were bored like hell but still the maths lecturer insisted on giving one more lecture. on this "he founds that two maths lectures will be very boring".

spelling of 'bureau' - BEURO

"have you bring your sheets?"- our practical teacher (civil dept.)

"he is able to visible the room"-our practical teacher (civil dept.)


My point is, if you don't know how to speak it then admit it. By admitting a mistake you not gonna be some loser. Instead by speaking wrong English, you surely gonna be a nincompoop.

Another category of people comprises of those who change their rock solid statements with a time interval of 1 minute. One of my room partner is a legend. One instant he'll say 'Lance Krusner' and the next instant immediately, after realizing his mistake, he'll change it to 'Lance Klusner'.

"nahi maine to kabhi Lance Krusner bola hi nahi tha. maine to Lance Klusner bola tha". Heck man. Admit your mistake. Nothing happens.

Then there are people who do not have their own direction. They'll do what they are asked or told or requested or ordered to do (in short they are either emotionally blackmailed or threatened). Right Angelina? Man should do what he wants and not what that other guy wants (if he sees selfishness and insecurity in that other guy). In other cases, man should be selfless and should be willing to die for many.

Fickle- thats what most of the human beings are. They try to show what they are not and probably end up in showing what they might have been if they hadn't been what they are today.
In doing so their true identity always remains hidden. And yes, people like me, i.e weirdos, start analyzing or rationalizing their intellects. The conclusion- "the human is so fucking fickle".
People love to make a concoction of everything and after that they try to separate out the constituents of that homogeneous solution which leads to the formation of a new heterogeneous conclusions and finally they hang themselves just like colloidal particles...Bah! humbug.

"Be simple, be frank, admit your mistakes, learn something, enjoy life and most importantly do something that goes for the welfare of masses and not just for the good of one. "