LOSER

A loser stands out of the race. He is sick and tired of the rat race. The race is never ending. The place is full of hypocrites and even bigger losers than him.Now he gets the time for self introspection. He is amused at himself " why was he running" ? He was not getting any happiness or peace of mind. Were it the pressure of the society? But why? Society itself is worthless. Its spineless with no principles. Fuck the society.

Maybe he didnt know what to do. He was just doing what everyone does i.e. follow the herd.
He studied somthing because all the so called bright kids were doing that. After some years of uninteresting work in the job; he is again studying something which is again all bull and crap. What is the use of all this effort ? The void is still there. He is still unhappy. Sometimes, he seems to laugh and enjoy with his friends but he knows that he is getting wasted from inside. He dreams of bringing about a revolution in the society - but how can one man change everything. So many great people couldnt do anything. The society still sucks like always. Pessimism rides over him.

Loser wants to run away from everything. He wishes to delve into some other place. A utopian world of nothingness. But he knows he cannot. He is too weak. He has to run the rat race again or else he will be named the looser of the society. He is too scared of societal disgrace.

He is waiting for the day when all his patience will run out. The day when he will have the utmost courage to free himself from the sickness. He longs for that day. But till then.....the loser runs on.

Rock Stars

My favourite animal is dog..specifically street dog.
Street dogs are like rock stars of the animal world; maverick in every sense; lean, mean and ready to swear anytime.Life is sometimes tough, but what the heck, they have got what a pet can never think of i.e.all the freedom in the world . Freedom to pee wherever they feel like, freedom to bark at anyone, freedom to sleep and loiter anywhere and yeah plenty of screwing options as well. I pity those pet dogs, unfortunate sons of the bitches they are :)) .
The toughest part is the old age when their life is usually screwed by some disease and lack of support by fellow doggies. These doggies are animals after all. I dont know why we are called humans, we usually behave like them.

O my holy God ( I mean whoever make dogs) ; Please make me a street dog in my next life (I wanna be a Rock Star.. lol) and make sure that I die before my old age; getting crushed under some car. Believe me that kind of instant death is great; you wont feel a thing.