Sunday, February 28, 2010
Un-Holi
Ah, it's that time of the year again. Let us join in collective mindless pandemonium & be un-evolved to celebrate our evolved selves. Let us paint the town red because we happen to possess an extra variety of optical cells. Let us revel in the bliss that we have yet again proved to ourselves that we as a race are a fucking joke. Live it up people. Use all your greens and blues and reds and yellows and paint a picture of retardedness. Pass the bhang, dunk that pint-sized prick, grope that cute neighbour, spread the joy in a cloud of colour, flash that rainbow grin & wish one and all, A Happy Holi...
Monday, February 15, 2010
Pulp Diction
In our teens, skinny jeans,
Rock n’ rap, psychedelic crap.
Feigned grin, fitting in,
Friends to spare, friendship rare.
They taught, we forgot,
Final warning, every morning.
God damn, final exam,
Countless lies, to memorize.
Efforts in vain, try again,
Out of luck, what the fuck.
Silly fights, late nights,
Love in parts, broken hearts.
Rum in coke, cigarette smoke,
Drink n’ drive, still alive.
Computer screen, and caffeine,
Sleep deprived, we survived.
Sick of life, just grab a knife,
When in pain, Mary Jane.
Behind the veil, soul for sale,
Success story, memento mori.
Rock n’ rap, psychedelic crap.
Feigned grin, fitting in,
Friends to spare, friendship rare.
They taught, we forgot,
Final warning, every morning.
God damn, final exam,
Countless lies, to memorize.
Efforts in vain, try again,
Out of luck, what the fuck.
Silly fights, late nights,
Love in parts, broken hearts.
Rum in coke, cigarette smoke,
Drink n’ drive, still alive.
Computer screen, and caffeine,
Sleep deprived, we survived.
Sick of life, just grab a knife,
When in pain, Mary Jane.
Behind the veil, soul for sale,
Success story, memento mori.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Why?
Hello,
In this first post I want to answer and explain some of the questions that may be occurring to you.
One of the most simple questions is regarding the reasons for this blog. They are simple. I'm looking for a better outlet (for all kinds of crap) than a social networking site. Also, I don't want to force anything on anyone and thus with this blog, I can continue with my life and those who fancy spending their valuable time in the company of my words can do so at their own free will.
Why now? Simple again. This is more of an issue of vanity actually. I have been looking for a suitable name for a blog for quite some time now and this blog was created the day I thought of christening a blog "Cerebral Inertia".
Which brings us to the final question I can think of at the moment. What is "Cerebral Inertia"?
Your trusty Oxford English Dictionary will tell you this -
From here, it wouldn't take a genius to put it together. A little thought though, will guide you deeper down the rabbit-hole. I feel that apart from the shameless indulgence in laziness of the highest order, inertia symbolises me in another aspect too. It describes my idiosyncrasy of staying on and mulling over subjects when I'm supposed to be moving on, and additionally, of thinking too far ahead instead of just giving something a rest. I feel thus, that Cerebral Inertia means over-activity (which, admittedly, is wasteful), instead of under-activity or even judicious activity.
I realise now, that this is turning into a tiresome rant, and so I'll leave you at that for now. For a lack of better words, I'll end with something I just thought of
Cheers,
Aayush.
In this first post I want to answer and explain some of the questions that may be occurring to you.
One of the most simple questions is regarding the reasons for this blog. They are simple. I'm looking for a better outlet (for all kinds of crap) than a social networking site. Also, I don't want to force anything on anyone and thus with this blog, I can continue with my life and those who fancy spending their valuable time in the company of my words can do so at their own free will.
Why now? Simple again. This is more of an issue of vanity actually. I have been looking for a suitable name for a blog for quite some time now and this blog was created the day I thought of christening a blog "Cerebral Inertia".
Which brings us to the final question I can think of at the moment. What is "Cerebral Inertia"?
Your trusty Oxford English Dictionary will tell you this -
cerebral |səˈrēbrəl; ˈserəbrəl|
adjective
1 of the cerebrum of the brain : a cerebral hemorrhage | the cerebral cortex.
• intellectual rather than emotional or physical : photography is a cerebral process.
inertia |iˈnər sh ə|
noun
1 a tendency to do nothing or to remain unchanged : the bureaucratic inertia of government.
From here, it wouldn't take a genius to put it together. A little thought though, will guide you deeper down the rabbit-hole. I feel that apart from the shameless indulgence in laziness of the highest order, inertia symbolises me in another aspect too. It describes my idiosyncrasy of staying on and mulling over subjects when I'm supposed to be moving on, and additionally, of thinking too far ahead instead of just giving something a rest. I feel thus, that Cerebral Inertia means over-activity (which, admittedly, is wasteful), instead of under-activity or even judicious activity.
I realise now, that this is turning into a tiresome rant, and so I'll leave you at that for now. For a lack of better words, I'll end with something I just thought of
"The reasons for love, the limits of liberty, the capacity of genius and the extent of ignorance were never meant to be measured."
Cheers,
Aayush.
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