Omnomnom

If you feel supreeeme joyousness over and over again it should cancel itself out and eventually supreme joyousness will start to equal neutral state of being, no?

Well. It hasn't.

Mocha sunshine, less than 3 =)

In the Beginning

Disclaimer: There's no punchline to this one, it's not one of my funny days.*

'In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God.'

The first time I realized I knew those words was when I was about six. Since I hadn't read the entire Bible or the entire anything by then, I always figured the piece referred to the creation of belief systems in general.

Growing up, I heard words from pretty much every religion known to mankind. To me, atheism is a little bit of an incomplete concept because if you don't believe in God, it's cool, but since you're alive, I'm presuming you believe in life at the very least. Now, if you're capable of belief, how true-to-yourself atheist can you really be when you proclaim you believe in nothing? Man's believed in everything from sunshine to demi-gods, but at the core of our being is what's best explained as raison d'être.

'All things were made by Him, and without Him was not anything made that was made.'

What drives me out of bed every morning is the people whom I'd jump out of bed for at midnight. I was thinking about love as a belief system, and I wondered - if without love was not anything made that was made... then is doubt an evolutionary concept wrought by circumstance? That is, if we're never hurt, do we never hurt? If we're never doubted, do we ever learn to doubt? I suppose it ties up with Newton's law, but it sounds unlikely.

In the beginning then do we already sense what quirks we'll think of fondly and those that'll irk their way to convoluted arguments clawing their way to justifiable endings? Hatred knows no passion like that preceeded by love. We create and we destroy. Life goes on. As for love... does it?

*Though I did think of this: How do you say hello in Japanese? Wasaaaaab! (For those of you who haven't tried wasabi, never mind).

Moving the World's Cheese

The reason India's perpetually labelled a 'developing' country while the US is cited as an example of a 'developed' nation (apart from Economics professors being too lazy to rewrite 800,000 text books) is because we don't have enough cheese... or plastic surgery or push-up bra awareness... to look as healthily developed.

Development may be a laughing matter, but cheese most definitely is not (which is why, btw, when people say 'Cheeeeese!' before clicking a picture they always turn out to be horrendous). Here, then, is how to address economic disparity, vicious cycles, and my all-consuming cravings for cheese: the people in India who can't afford three meals can't afford three meals anyway. Why deny the rest of us our cheese?

Voila! The evolution of capitalization that will grow to be as extreme as the US' version. What I don't understand is how Indian men channelize their fat into boobage while American men seem to direct their fat further downwards - no not the beer belly - remember this is a below the belt observation.

More Foren Musings

Macha.. if the Indian government makes you wait some 10 extra minutes at the railway station with tons of free food, you'll say they do nothing with our tax money. But if all domestic flights in the US take off at least half an hour after they're supposed to, serve nothing but coffee even anorexic cows would be ashamed to produce, and manage to lose your luggage mid-flight, it's ignored?

That's like saying Bipasha Basu and Himmessh are on the same rung of the acting ladder cos though they both have just ONE expression each, Bipasha's looks marginally hepper. Wrt that, do you think her face froze when she first stared at John Abraham's ass? But we sidetrack.

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Stuck at the airport, I long for cheese... I'm on my way back to the bountiful land of In n Out which I sorely need after that ridiculous thing Dunkin Donuts sold me. Note to self: don't trust cheap food in the US. It's not India.

We Indians may run around trees singing songs dedicated to everyone from mothers to lovers (Freudian, what?), but nothing says cheeeeeeesy like America's foodcourts. Let me tell you, I absofuckinlutely love it. What's the point of merely worshipping cows in India by not running them over? This, this is TRUE devotion to all that's milk based, and I'm happy to participate in general reverie by chomping down cheddar popcorn and risottos like the zero trans fat labels on them actually mean it.

US-a?

America is like porn for people with shoe fetishes. I've found myself lusting after boots with a vengeance, and have to constantly remind myself that even Hitler was a vegetarian and leather's evil.

The US is also a land where you have to find someone to hold you all night because otherwise there's a very good chance that with all the sugar and starch you consume all day, you die frozen to your bed at night, unable to lift your booty long enough to call for help.

I fell in love here for sure. Multiple times. Cheesestraws, cheesecake, all that's unhealthy. But I knew I'd met my soulmate when I first encountered a cheeseburger. Hold the stories of bacon in cheeseburgers. I checked and it really is veg. Enough veg to feed Bhutan in it, but that's another matter.

I can't get over how much the Americans eat. No wonder they don't have cows on their roads. The pigeons on the roads would eat them up. Also, the reason India stores enough food to feed the country four times over? Because we don't eat it all at every single meal!

That's all comedy time for now ladies and gents. Tata bbye.