tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350813672011-04-21T16:16:22.992-07:00Ritwikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02172203800134073288noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35081367.post-1160527529207507262006-10-10T17:00:00.000-07:002006-10-10T17:50:23.676-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">My mind's been in the boondocks....lesse since...FOREVER! As realization of the same dawned on me, "electric" impulses across the synapses of my semi-redundant neuron mass forged yet an another memory. As the recoil passed and as I went over my life, I realise that at least a fourth of my life has passed and I've made about as much use of my mind as the venerable Stephen Hawking has of his body. No I am not having a wannabe "tweenage" crisis. It's just the pain after life kicks you in the nuts with a blackjack called realisation. Realisation that all for all that posturing and all the pseudo "acclaim" you're just a below average being. That you've let all that potential everyone had predicted degenerate. That if all your "memoirs"</span> were published you probably would get as much critical acclaim as a Mill & Boon and there would probable be less sex and romance as well.<br /><br />As the two halves of my "brain" argue their case, their dedication to the cause - in this case my endevour to continually strive for a higher intellectual platform, to enjoy memories of "colorful" past, I see that they have fallen woefully short of my expectations. "Ah!",the left side goes,"But you have achieved a higher intellectual platform - IN YOUR IMAGINATION!" and then with a smirk goes, "and never have I seen such vividly "colorful" dreams". Yeesh.<br /><br />So. Do you this this realisation that I have fallen short of my own expectation from myself, from life and the Universe will help shock me from my stupor? What are the odds that I will wake up tomorrow, refreshed, from another episodic dream where I win yet another Nobel prize, spend a Gazallion Dollars (U.S.D) and save earth as we know if from a natural calamity and/or killer Aliens??<br /><br />When will it be time for me to come to that point where I either shit or get off the pot? When I come to that cross roads in life where each road leads to a quest, a quest with no ending in sight, full of perils and pothols,a road with peaks and valleys, I hope this time around I pick one. Just for the ride. Just for the memories. Maybe realise my potential. Whatever that maybe.All I hope is that when I come to them cross roads, I don't just fall asleep and sleepwalk my way through life.<br /><br />This whole thing make any sense to you? Yeah. Me neither. I'm going back to bed. See you on the flip side.<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35081367-116052752920750726?l=endmybourgeoisexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ritwikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02172203800134073288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35081367.post-1159321717708380362006-09-26T18:23:00.000-07:002006-09-26T18:48:37.716-07:00<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Welkommen fellow drones. I like you ( whether you choose to accept or not) am another mindless-consumer driven-trying to keep my head above the water-tryin to keep from slashing my wrists at every disapointment- child of t.v. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> I am like you, sired from that unholy matrimony between T.V and fried food with cheese. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> I blog not to help you identify with another fallen member of humanity nor to help you come off feeling better that there really is a worst case scenario.Perhaps I am one of those people who mean to writing something profound and meaningful and end up writing utter nonsense. Frankly I don't care. I hope that this experiment shall reveal to me that fleeting moment, that evanescing feeling, that idea that starts to take shape before it ends up a puddle of muddled thoughts.<br /> I start again, a pessimist- wary of failure to end my "blog" on an optimistic note.<br />Such is me. Such is my life.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35081367-115932171770838036?l=endmybourgeoisexistence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ritwikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02172203800134073288noreply@blogger.com3