Project postponed, I will celebrate!

will sleep more like.

 

Am mailing in this blog, too bored to actually login and see. And too sleepy.

 

There was some project where we had to compare the flood reports of all the papers. i was half way through doing it, sitting up hald th night, and suddenly the project is cancelled. Will give a very interesting blow by blog account later, but for now, will have to blog something to make this entire post worthy of two minutes of my attention....

 

Hmmm... paradoxes! i wanted to blog about paradoxes, but that merits a seperate post.

 

Err.. heck, this is a diary, rushed to the YCC bulding yesterday night, and printed out my book report on the journals of Kurt Cobain. Friends were dead jealous when they knew what I was doing on. Half of them are doing Anne Frank (partly on my suggestion) and the other hald on Black Friday. I considered both, and the selfish gene, but the Journals presented themselves, so what the heck. Very disturbing journals, full of disgusting imagery opf the Ku-Klux clan and suchlike. Aslo shows Jesus with the head of a pumpkin and a demon ripping apart the world.

 

again, hmmm.... think will dig up a poem from my hard drive and blog it.

 

not in the mood for some serious poetry, but for all it is worth, this is from a year and a half ago where I was more mindfucked than I am now.

 

For all eternity

Your brain is the howling wind

Of confused thoughts flying by

And for every thought that you think

You watch a helpless reality die

And suddenly your brain is a storm

With winds of time and fate and origin

And the paradox of life that you live

In lethargic misery and inane sin

 

The mind strays into untamed fission

And the wonders of science derange your head

For all the scientists dissecting atoms

Were working only to see people dead

And maybe death was the salvation

As life itself was never to be:

What if god isn't the greatest truth after all?

But instead, the greatest fallacy?

 

And deep inside the very soul burns

With the same energy that feeds the sun

For this soul of man refuses to believe

That life is but a thousand compounds of carbon

And all the weight comes down to life

A heart? A brain? A conscience? A soul?

What is that mystic spark that fuels a man?

Little choice but to accept 'life' as a whole

 

And life alone makes the mind go supernova

For with beautiful life alone began it all

And life alone is the thing that brings death

And a considering mind's downfall

And after all that the answer hits you

What if life is just god dreaming?

But then your blood curdles as you wonder

What if life is just god screaming …

 

…for all Eternity?

-Aditya MJ

 

 

Oh yeah, figured out one more thing in the entire Oedipus complex department. I believe that a child is attracted to many members of the opposite sex in the same family, I have personally seen instances of under seven year old girls professing a crush on their elder cousins. Disgusting I know, but it is really so.