Zenith's Views

The Circus of your Fate

2026-04-10T19:10:00.009+05:45

Ah, yes. Politics—the circus which decides your fate. You either endorse it; condemn it; or feign obliviousness to it. The word has been thrown around so much in social media that you could assume the peeps of the Internet have lost the actual meaning of the word.

According the most trustworthy source of the Internet (Google), Politics can be defined as—

"The activities associated with the governance of a country or area, especially the debate between parties having power."

In essence, the quality of your life, your dog's life, the quality of the ground you live in, and even the quality of your farts can be directly connected with politics. This is because the peeps in the government make decisions regarding the governance of the land you live in, and we all know our environment shapes us.

Furthermore, although morally questionable and quite rare in democratic nations, politics can also take away your rights, take away your dog's rights, and/or cause nation-wide quality dropping in essentially everything (even your farts).

Because of this, you would expect politics to be a serious matter where every party takes their roles seriously and perform decisions for the people. While this should be unambiguous, humans are not perfect creatures.

Corruption and dishonesty still runs on in basically every country to the point that the very term "Politician" has been associated with being corpulent, avaricious, obtuse — or in general in being treated the same way criminals are treated; with only a few exceptional leaders standing out from the stereotype. Despite this, I, and most of us most likely classify politicians as nefarious dingleberries.

It is a bizarre universe we live in, since corruption is so normalized in society. Some individuals of a country make fools of themselves by romanticizing their underdevelopment and assuming their own leaders to have tainted hearts by default.

The more normalized something is, the more people are going to be doing it. For example, if everybody in the room is stealing each other's items, you too may be inclined to steal stuff yourself. Then, when you (somehow) have children, they will be raised in the same poopy environment and only continue the cycle of stealing and suffering.

On another note, one thing to respect the french for other than baguettes is the sheer quantity of civil unrests that occur on a regular basis. When the citizens see the government does bad things, they immediately get to the streets and nobody would be surprised if they decapitated an official or sent a random corporate office on fire.

Of course, civil unrests should not be normalized. They should really only be done when the government really ticks off the people. Everybody has the right to protest, but needless violence should be avoided. In the end—the government's actions are always done in favour of the people (at least in the ideal democracy, they are).

Now, you may be asking, what point am I trying to make? Golly, good question. I would assume it would be to stop downplaying the actions of leaders and make them accountable for their actions.

And the first step to stop underestimating figures in power is taking their actions seriously. Conveniently, memes might be the downfall of empathy.

Memes are ideas or styles which spread from person to person. When a meme becomes popular, then the idea spreads on a world-wide scale and subsequently normalizes the idea. In a way, making memes about serious topics can be played off as dark humor, but you can simply smell the desensitizing propaganda reeking from the meme.

I may sound like epitome of this Image—

Fig: Spongebob Squarepants from Spongebob Squarepants

BUT—

In hindsight, it makes sense. The more you are exposed to romanticized/humorization of conflict and suffering on the internet; the more it is normalized; and the less you take it seriously. Subsequently, it may even be encouraged.

Because of this lack of mutual societal co-operation to develop one's nation, the country itself falls apart into tiny underdeveloped pieces. Then, even the ruined nation will be poked fun at and thats when you know the country has failed itself.

In conclusion, hold society accountable. Cyberbully evil politicians and make them susceptible to the law. Corruption is one of; if not the most heinous crimes in the world. It holds the development of an entire nation back, and threatens the notion of an ideal democracy.

They should be made an example of; like whipping a banana thieving monkey infront of it's influenced peers. I may not encourage an outright genocide of criminals, but I do think injustice should not be made fun of—and we, as a society, should be developing our nations instead of dividing ourselves by political parties, and work for the best interests of the people—

Like an actual democracy.

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Life is Poopy, Life is Dookie

2026-01-15T13:01:00.002+05:45

Life is poopy, Life is dookie

Life is poopy, life is dookie.
Sometimes it's cranky, dirty, silly or murky.
It is a great swamp;
Full of vines and poop dumps;
And may be riddled with obstacles and muddy bumps;
But maybe above all!-
Life is great, life is never dull!!

Yesterday was crappy;
Today may be soggy;
But tomorrow may be funky;
As exciting as a drunk donkey.

It may be like a grandma;
At times, it truly is quite cranky.
Riddled with the monkiest of monkeys;
And clogged with unnoticeable dookie.

The poop is never equal.
The dookie always differs.
For life is not a jogger;
Who patiently hands out flyers.

It forcefully shoves in you a stack of paper;
Talentlessly unequal nor hefty in glamour.
Life is ugly; ragged; and sloppy-
Like an in-grown foot tumor.

It is not meant to be hopeful.
No, it never was.
The naive are foolish to assume that it is merciful;
For it is quite crass.

Unpredictable, rusty, yet powerful it is-
Like a nuisance of a monkey-
Meddling with your things;
And acting all sulky.

What do you do with the poop then?
Not an aid to lend;
Nor a magic spell that could mend;
Not even a dwarf army you could send-!

You may influence the turd;
Avoid getting hit by the big ones.
But protection is never sure,
And you may end up as the poop, yourself.

Poopy this, poopy that.
Poppy where? Poppy, why not?
May we only look at the poop, the turd, and the rats-
We could never enjoy the poppies, the heavenly lot.

Because, in life, poop is inevitable.
The turdiest of turds are never that stable.
They add spice to your life; subtle as freckles-
For when one witnesses just the poopy dots; they live their life bound in shackles.

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A(n) (ab)normal Tuesday

2025-11-14T21:24:00.001+05:45

Date: 11 / 11/ 2025
Place: Fartplace, Poop Town
Time: 6 : 07 PM

Dear Diary,

Man, I just love Tuesdays. That's especially because Tuesdays are the days where dogs start exploding! I absolutely hate dogs.

Once, when I was a little boy, a little woof woof guy came up to me and tried to bite me! Gosh, what a traumatic experience. It then proceeded to get beaten to death by a local drunk donkey.

Anyways, I think this Tuesday was quite uneventful. I only saw three people spontaneously combust this evening, rather than the average eight. Nowadays, I've seen so many people explode that I think there might just be something weird going on here!

I probably shouldn't put much thought into it. After all, it's just a normal Tuesday.

But gee, it does make you wonder; is it really normal for donkeys to get drunk? Or people to spontaneously combust?

Nah probably not.

Anyways, my dear diary, I come to you once again in need of advice! You see, I don't want to explode. I don't want to spontaneously combust. And no I don't want to get physically assaulted by an intoxicated mammal.

So, I've advised a clear solution.

Gunpower! You see, something weird seems to happen when I ignite gunpowder in a barrel with a conveniently placed metal pellet in the general area. The powder appears to burn super-duper-fast and then all of a sudden it farts! Yippee!!

And from what I've seen, after the gunpowder secretes some fart, the houseflies in the general area seem to just — take a nappy. They must love the fart considering all of them drop to the ground and take naps the moment they take a little whiff.

Or maybe it's just the diethyl-meta-toluamide in the general area. I dunno, it could be both.

Disadvantages of committing war crimes

2025-09-17T19:35:00.004+05:45

Picture this.

You are a soldier of whatever country, and for some reason you are specialized in occupying territory because your country is a total jerk. Then, a moral dilemma (yawn) follows.

Some people in mosques start throwing rocks at you because they don't really like the idea of some rando foreigner taking their land. They aren't racist either (aww dang it), meaning that everything they do afterwards is justified. Basically, what they do is:

They start throwing rocks at you because their broke impoverished financially disabled lives can't afford basic utilities, let alone a non-mediocre firearm. So you're just standing there, restraining yourself from spontaneously exploding the 500 square meter radius upon which you stand.

The thing is, combusting the entire area would be a total war crime. Since you're harming civilians, the local aunties will look at you different (yikes). And when that happens, you won't get as much money when they show up to your house; if at all.

In summary, you can't blow up rando people because if you do then your reputation, your generational reputation, and you yourself will be tarnished for all of eternity.

You see, there is a certain sleep-inducing paper known as the; "Geneva convention". Basically, it just gives you a rulebook on doing war stuff to keep the spectators out of it. The backstory is basically that a certain mustached man did some ethically questionable tomfoolery which made the entirety of humanity question themselves as a whole. Silly mustache man is technically (and i repeat technically) responsible for a lot of peace right now, which is a very interesting thought.

However, in the name of knocking humanity back to their senses, you can't go around kicking puppies, kicking babies, kicking the elderly, and in general just not kicking anybody.

You see, the piece of documented paper which I mentioned has some pretty nasty legal ammunition that it could use to spontaneously vaporize your bloodline to itty bitty subatomic particles.

Primarily in thought, you would most likely go to jail. The only reason you would not go to jail if you had connections with big people (you don't) or if you were rich (also untrue, you broke beggar). Corruption is a nasty problem in society, which you could utilize.

But then the entirety of society and the aunties would look at you different; like always. Committing a war crime would realistically put you in a weird dilemma.

You either get blown up or you get spat at.

And while you may think the latter sounds better than the former, I'd like to tell you that the continuous spit can and will amount to the following:

1. Loss of social prestige. (No kidding, genius)

2. Loss of girlfriend. (MEGA yikes)

3. Tuberculosis

4. Herpes

5. Cytomegalovirus

6. Pneumonia

7. Influenza

8. Covid-19

And it's generally just very disgusting.

Plus, committing war crimes makes you go to jail. You don't have money for bail. And the local police officer Joe isn't your best buddy either. This makes jail suck quite a bit. Plus, people in jail don't like war criminals either. That's quite a mega yikes for potential war criminals.

Just like eating a person, war crimes are kinda seen as not good. So in essence, society will outcast you and you'll be a loner for the rest of your life.

Not that it would make a difference since it's you I'm talking about, but still. Quite the predicament if a non-pathetic human being is taken into account.

Oh, and also, here are some examples of war crimes i.e the stuff you lowkey can't do:

1. Targeting civilians on purpose

2. Torturing randos

3. Using derpy stuff (like chlorine gas and biohazards)

4. Targeting schools, hospitals or neutral spots (though the students might appreciate the day off)

5. Sexual violence (I'm not brave enough to make a sarcastic comment on this.)

6. Killing prisoners of war (Stick to normal entertainment like youtube)

There are technically more things that you cannot do, but these are primarily the main ones which act as an umbrella for most other included stuff.

Unless you're Uncle Sam, The Vodka Motherland, or 1942 Fatherland, you will not get away with these kinds of stuff; commonly labelled as "atrocities".

So, without further ado, here are your typical legal cheek-beatings for doing the stuff:

1. Jail (generic)

2. Fines and asset loss (real nasty)

3. Military twerpiness (loss of rank or total expulsion)

4. Travel limitations (not like you can afford them, but still)

5. Sanctions (the legal way of saying that you're a loner dork who doesn't deserve economic freedom)

6. Reputational poop stain (all of a sudden the girls no longer give you valentines day gifts)

Among others, of course.

Oh, and I forgot to mention; do not try this at home! Instead, try this outside at your own loss!

[Do not try this anywhere at any loss. Committing war crimes is a total no-go.]

[Instead, watch youtube]

[Or even better yet, read this similar blog!!!!: Eating people is yummy]

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Abnormal Diary Entry [2]

2025-09-12T17:34:00.005+05:45

DAY 6

Date: 11-9-2012

Address: Paratown, Republic of Jimbob

Time: 11:56 PM

Dear Diary,

So I met this cute little doggy today? Oh, how he wagged his tail and jumped around as if he were free! One time, he even bark-barked his way out of trouble! You see, I was hungry, and I tried to get some food..........but I was yelled at.

But Alas, my savior doggy showed him his place! I truly envy his intimidation! Do I envy dogs? Maybe.

But was until he also exploded.

This time, seeing him explode made me sad. I was always taught that dogs were lesser animals. Maybe they are.

But dogs don't go out making people explode. Dogs don't go out killing other animals. And dogs definitely don't go out barking for no reason.
...

Right?

I think we are the lesser animals.

Diary, am I going insane?

Love,

Your best friend

DAY 7

Date: 12-9-2012

Address: Paratown, Republic of Kebab

Dear Diary,

So today I went to the local market and then something so cool happened. So basically there was this

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BREAKING NEWS

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LOCAL KID DIES AFTER EXPLODING!

AUTHORITIES QUESTION LOCAL BYSTANDS WHO CLAIM TO LACK KNOWLEDGE REGARDING THE MATTER! ONLY EVIDENCE IS A CRAPPY DIARY ENTRY WITH HORRIFYING HANDWRITING!

CONSIDERING THE HORRIFIC EXPLOSIVE DIARRHOEA EPIDEMIC, AUTHORITIES FLAG THE INCIDENT AS A "poopoo missdemanor". RUMOR ALSO SAYS THE AUTHORITIES STRUGGLE WITH READING COMPREHENSION.

LOCALS AGREE THE KID STANK. HOLY MOLY WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME HE TOOK A SHOWER? LOCALS RUN OUT OF TIME UNITS TO DESCRIBE THE QUERY.

ANYWAY, POINTLESS NEWS ASIDE, TIME FOR NEWS THAT IS ACTUALLY RELEVANT!!!!!

TERRY HALLAND CLAIMS ZONDAYA IS AN AVID FARTER!!!?????

READ THE FULL ARTICLE FOR THE FULL INFORMATION REGARDING FARTS!!!!!!!!!!

fart!!!!!!

OH, AND ABNORMAL DIARY ENTRY FART 1!!!!

Abnormal Diary Entry

2025-08-17T20:17:00.006+05:45

Date: 6-9-2012

Time: 7:00PM

Address: FartTown, Democratic Republic of Jimbob

Dear diary,

Is it normal for individuals to suddenly explode? I had a friend yesterday who liked eating rules for lunch. Then, all of a sudden, he explodes?

Hm. People aren't supposed to explode when they munch on rules, right diary? Gosh. I must be out of my mind. And hey. Speaking of minds, I wonder when mine will explode too.

I don't want to explode. Really. That would suck. Right diary? You're still there, right?

Love,
......?

I forgot my name, diary.

DAY 2

Date: 7-9-2012

Time: 5:00am

Address: I forgot, diary?

Dear Diary,

When I explode just like friend did, I wonder if I will explode happy. You know, diary, since you're my only friend left, I would seriously not like it very much if you were to explode too! After all, you would never leave me like friend did, right diary?

Jee wizz. Golly, I like my diary. I wonder if my diary likes me back. That would be very fun. I would like that, because right now, things aren't being very fun for me.

I'm very sorry, though, diary. I might not see you tomorrow, no matter how much I like you. I think I will not have enough time.

I wonder why. Is it because I'm hungry? I wonder if rulers are edible.

Love,

Your best friend

DAY 4

Date: 9-9-2012

Time: 6:00pm

Address: Paratown, Democratic Republic of Jimbob

Dear diary,

Was leaving home a good thing to do? I really do miss my fun. I wonder if home was fun. Are you having fun, diary? I love fun. I wonder if you like fun too.

My friend loved fun. We used to do all sorts of fun things together. Maybe one day Diary, you and me will have lots and lots of fun! That sounds so fun!

I wonder if that day will come. But I always spend my days wondering. I ran away yesterday. I left to this neat place. I asked the locals.

They spit on me.

The locals spit on me, diary. I wanted to spit back. But my friend would have never spit back. So I stepped back. And I looked back. I knew that I would never be back. So I wandered back, where I found this cozy little bridge where we can stay forever!

We could stay forever, diary!!

Love,

Your best friend

DAY 5

Date: 10-9-2012

Address: Paratown, Democratic Republic of Jumbob

Time: 12:59pm

Dear diary,

I feel like I'm forgetting something. Actually, I'm starting to forget a lot of things. But don't worry, diary, I'd never forget you.

After all, we're best friends.

I was so hungry. I wanted to eat some bread. Home had bread. But home's bread was bitter. And salty. It was yeast! Back when I had fun and studied, I learnt about it back in school.

But the bitter yeast wasn't of the bread. It was this stinky juice's yeast instead. Yuck! My mean friends back home would accidentally rub the yucky yellow juice in the bread! So gross, right diary?

I tried to get some food. But the vendor chased me away with a stick. I wanted to run. But my legs shook. Then, I collapsed. I wonder how.

Thankfully, the vendor exploded in wide sparkly confetti!! Oh, how colourful it was! He never hit me again!

It was such a glamorous sight (I learnt the word back when I used to have fun!)! But I wonder, diary, why do people explode so often?

It's as if I don't want to see them explode. Would I want that?

My memory gets worse, too.

Love,

Your best friend

[second part coming out soon. sorry for the abrupt end. schoolwork cuts a huge portion of my time and im still trying to squeeze in time to continue stuff like this. dont worry. it'll come out in this week!]

Image by mysterious genius on the web. No idea who the image creator is. The link is here though: ""torn notebook - Search Images""

PART 2

Are we eternal?

2025-08-13T17:26:00.004+05:45

Yes you heard the title right. You did not read it incorrectly nor am I clickbaiting you (not for now). We humans, and matter as a whole, could be eternal. This potential theory in itself is very cool.

Before I get into the thing fully, I'd like to introduce you all to the concept of "Eternal Reoccurrence". Basically, this just means that if time were to carry out infinitely, then everything that has happened as of now will happen again at some point in that infinite time. Because matter cannot be created nor destroyed (matter is constant), it must be able to rearrange itself in a great yet finite number of patterns. This means that matter must rearrange itself exactly how it once was considering enough time is given.

So from this theory, we can establish that we, too, must be able to be reborn even after death after some ~1 duodecillion years. Which in itself is very cool.

However, from this established theory from an established theory, we get the problem of consciousness. This "consciousness" is a big thorn in the butt of scientists and philosophers alike since defining a conscious is very difficult. Furthermore, a vague term such as consciousness is also nasty to study since science is built on objective truth, not subjective mind--farts.

Basically, if our atoms were to be rearranged at a point in time, would we still be ourselves or just a clone? If theoretically, our atoms were successfully arranged the way it were, there is no saying that our conscious also remains intact; but even then; that would be assuming a consciousness is even a universal element.

We still have yet to know if a consciousness is a fundamental byproduct of life or if all of us are just puppets reacting to chemical reactions in the brain. If the latter were true, then yes, we might actually be eternal and be reborn the way we once were.

This is much more cool than you think, because after we die, we'll most probably become nothing. "Nothing" in the sense that we will feel nothing, not even time.(For you religious folk who disagree, quit whining).

That'd mean that after we die, we'd be back in a flash. Or at least, our body would be back. This whole "consciousness" thing is really driving me nuts.

However, even if we manage to revive ourselves some few times, there is a big chance that we actually aren't eternal. This is because of the ultimate let-down in science. "The Heat Death of The Universe"; which is a theory of the "end" of the universe which sounds a lot cooler than what it actually is.

Basically, after an absurd amount of time, all energy in the universe just drops down to an eternal "meh". "Meh" in the sense that the energy just becomes practically unusable for a lot of cool things; like life or new stars or even black holes.

If energy becomes useless like this, we wouldn't become eternal. This sucks because we want to revive ourselves forever but for some reason apparently not?

Of course, the universe could end in many ways; if at all, and everything I'm saying here is basically just a speculation. Nobody knows for sure.

However, whether the universe may be eternal or end in a big fart, you're probably a potato in all of your versions.

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Clicketh thy banner, I pray thee.

2025-08-10T15:59:00.008+05:45

Thee banner, an paragon of thy joy,

Yet foul curse of torment, doth chains my sacred heart,

For no man of such cruelty, 'lest ruin I, nimble boy.

Foul beast thou landlord be, merciless but coy.

Wherefore doth thee, fate-?

Banish thee souls nay account?

Like a churning malevolence, 'lest wrath consume;

Like of bitter tyranny,

Superiority wrongfully graced amiss.

Have mercy on thee chaps crawling, his wails drowned in sorrow;

'Lest fear righteous anger, for Google's wrath nay mercy.

Accompanied thy misfortune of demeanor, shalt not witness tomorrow,

Like blossoming heavenly spite, else an bundle of corporate heresy.

Thee ad banners aid thy wretched existence,

For thee rotten purses, nay doth aid thy joy.

I pray thee, considerate noble Lord,

May'st I nay trouble thee for a moment?

Press thee commercial banners; thee corporate gleams of delight-?

For thy noble act nay I uncherish, 'lest mine humble soul deny.

Mine joyous humility shalt oath thy with fair and fortune,

For I, humble blogger, request thee soul fo' presseth on thee ad banner?

For my landlord; thy fiercest fiend, haunts mine eyes with her fearsome gaze,

'Lest mine timid stature deny thee co-existing terror yet intense fear;

For thy gracious act; an blossoming divinity born in storms primal in fury;

Like an wandering soul, thy karma shan't to be to cast aside.

[I shared this poem too much and Google thought it was spam so it deleted the whole thing (bummer). No worries though. It's back the same was it was :) ]

[If you don't get the poem I'm basically ~~begging~~ requesting clicks on the ads on my site and making it funny at the same time because I have standards, even for ~~begging~~ requests.]

[I spent a lot of time trying to perfect this. Enjoy :) ]

Disadvantages of eating a dude

2025-08-02T16:42:00.012+05:45

One may feel the sudden urge to just eat a dude. Which is, of course, totally normal. We're all human, right? Everybody's been 10 once. Sometimes you just really wanna eat a dude but unfortunately, you just can't do that. Do you know the diseases you'd get by eating a person? That'd suck. And the worst part? The police twerps would be on your cheeks being like;

"wee woo wee woo heyy whatt r uu doingg"

Now, of course, this totally sucks if you want to eat a dude. Why exactly would you want to eat a dude? No idea. Maybe for the funsies. It could be a neat little conversation starter. But then again, the police twerps. The police aren't just the only twerps that'd be on your cheeks though. Even society; the biggest twerp of them all would be on your cheeks. That's not very nice of them now is it?

So, while eating a dude may be yummy for your tummy, it's totally a no-go.

First off, do you know the diseases you'd get by eating a dude? Even if you cook and season the body there are certain sorts of derpy diseases which for some reason don't die when cooked.

Here poses the problem. If you eat a person and you get HIV it's done for. It's an incurable disease. Once you have it you have it. No going back, no matter how many other twerps you eat.

Not only that, some of the derpy diseases be nasty as hell. For example, the Kuru. It's mostly common in Papa New Guinea where one of their tribes high-key eat the deceased. Unfortunately, I have never eaten a dude so I'd never know how it tastes. But I'm not going to eat a dude because I prioritize my life, believe it or not.

The Kuru is this one disease which spreads when you eat the human brain (zombies, watch out). It's a neurological disease which basically spreads through the proteins found in brains. It's symptoms are dementia, loss of coordination, emotional twerpiness (yikes) and a lot of other stuff which is pretty nasty and a burden to have.

Also, another problem with eating a dude is that while it may be yum yum, it's pretty inefficient. Unless you're stranded on the Pacific with only your best friend Joe in sight, there's no real reason to eat people.

It's highly inefficient. Whatever nutrients you get from dudes, the same you could get pretty easy from other meat sources. And besides, it's said to taste like pork.

That's double haram for you Muslims who might be trying to eat a person (don't).

If you're trying to eat dudes in some kinda sustainable way that'd be pretty difficult. Humans take way too long to fully mature and who the hell do you think is gonna take care of them throughout their lives? Your granny?

Furthermore, some nerds on the Internet say "blah blah blah psychological effect waah waah waah". But since you're here, I have doubts myself that you're a sane person. Hypothetically, if you wanted to eat a dude, the psychological effects won't be too much a hassle.

But you know what will be? The biggest twerp group in the word; "Society". Apparently eating dudes is some kinda social taboo so if you do it the local aunties will look at you different.

This sucks because society is everywhere. And you're trying to eat a dude, not be a loner for rest of your life.

Besides, what are you gonna do after you eat a dude? You'd have to either eat the entire thing, bone and all (yikes) or dump it somewhere. And finding places to dump human bodies ain't easy I'll give you that much.

That being said, good luck escaping from the police twerps anyway. The only thing harder than finding a twerp to eat is escaping from the twerps who've found out.

Decomposing flesh stinks. And you'd stink. Eating a twerp makes you stink. Who would've thought?

Besides, image your fart after you eat a dude. You'd have dudes in your dude-metabolic material. Which is pretty gross. If for some reason you want to know more about fart then check out my other fart-related masterpiece.

Fart Masterpiece

I would totally elaborate more on this but Google would whip my cheeks to oblivion. Plz don't demonetize me Google I swear I don't eat peopl—

[Zenith was never heard from again. Legends say Google demonetized him and he died of shock. And because he farted too hard.]

[Oh and by the way don't eat people.]

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Who the heck ate my fart

2025-07-31T20:54:00.000+05:45

Flabbergasted, shocked, and impressed I was.

Gone, erased, and eradicated; what? My gas.

It had not even been a minute, let alone a sec

To let my stinky fart out I even had to shake-shake-shake

For such an atrocity is no mere task,

Let alone eat it as if it were a simple cloud in a flask!

That being said, who the heck ate my gas??

I looked up and down the rooftop, to-and-fro

This futile attempt however, had nothing to show

Not the even the garage was safe,

Neither the bed nor even my laptop setup.

And with this cat-and-mouse chase I was getting kinda fed up

I flopped down on my bed, feeling very sad

But to be honest I felt kinda bad

Wha-kinda person eats a stinky fart?

Wha-kinda guy munches on some groovy wind?

Even so, they must be as agile as a dart

Since I was never able to catch the little rascal fiend.

That being said, where did my fart go?

I searched every column, section, closet and row!

But my attempts of success were only met with dismay.

Maybe, my fart was never meant to be the other way.

I tried to give up. I really really did.

But the addiction of the chase casted in me a major seed.

This would never go away through the days or through the weeks,

And I would never find my fart; the beloved that I seek.

This taught me in life, whatever ever happens always comes and goes.

For in a second, another fart made it's way through.

This time, not a rascal scooped it up,

And no fiend were to steal it as soon.

Why did I care?
And why did I bother?

This little stinky fart that only made me suffer?

Was it the sin of my wrath, or the arrogance of mind?

Which seeks the divine purpose just to blind as mere a bind?

Thinking of my fart, I finally came to realize it's meagre worth.

Just a dime a dozen with a coupon 50% off.

It should have not been a hassle.

Or was it me that gleefully engaged in the tussle?

It no longer matters who ate or drank my fart.

Everybody in their life seems to just do and do and doesn't.

But anyway, I'll still stab the guy with a sharpener-sharpened dart,

Cuz the fart eating guy must still be a little runt.

[Image by Mustafa shehadeh from Pixabay]

The Interview [1]

2025-07-29T19:00:00.008+05:45

[Three individuals sit parallel to each other at the local cafe. The sign ""Fardy dardy ol' spot"" clings to the absolute run-down condition of the place. Despite it all, our three protagonists Nien, Komp, and Poop seem to be undeterred.]

[It's a job interview for the local eating spot ""Poopoo diner"". Famous for butt-clenchin' rice and mass explosive diarrhoea that rival the Iraqi bombings. Legends say the Sushi spot's washrooms have long since retired, exasperated by their ~~daily~~ hourly torment].

Nien: [Sipping his watered down decaf loudly] Ermm, soo, Poop, apparently you want to join this company as a chef but first we'd have to-

[BURP]

Nien: Oh yea sorry about that I must have gotten carried away—

[FART]

Nien: Hehe. That's our butt clenchin' rice for ya.

Komp: So err, poop, right? Sheesh. Touch luck, Middle School must've been a fun experience. Well, anyways, pity aside, why exactly do you want to join us?

Poop: [Scratching his booty bum bum] That would totally be cuz I'm absolutely what you need right now. With my new recipes and improved turmeric formula I'll make sure I'll turn explosive diarrhoea into nuclear fallout.

Nien and Komp: [Both gasp obnoxiously in shock]

Komp: Pfft, what arrogance. That'll get you nowhere bud. Except maybe back home. Considering you own one, that is.

Nien: And besides, what proof do you have that your recipes truly are exquisite? The farts we produce are no little party tricks, little boy.

Poop: Me? Little boy? Take a look inside your pants maybe you'll see how little boys really could be.

Komp: Jee wizz, shut up. I will no longer tolerate such insolent behaviour! Either make a good point of yourself or get lost!

Nien: [Trying to escalate the situation] Yeah. Totally. Exactly that.

Poop: How about this? We have a cooking contest!!

Komp: Cooking contest? With you? Mate Lord forbid you make something edible let alone compete, but hey, let's give the little boy a little chance.

Nien: Just don't poison us.

Poop: Yeah. And if I win? I get the job.

Komp: What if you lose?

Poop: Uh. I dunno. I've got like three bucks, you into that?

Nien: Meh.

Poop: I'll add in a lego set.

Nien and Komp: [Together, ecstatic] DEAL!!

Poop: Wait, but who'll compete with me? Two of you verses one doesn't sound fair now do it?

Komp: Psh, no worries. I'll do-

[SMACK]

Nien: I shall do it.

Komp: [Rubbing his cheek] What the hell was that for??

Nien: I dunno. For bein' stupid. Of course.

Poop: Very well. Same time, same place after a week! I'll make sure you potatoes pay for underestimating the great explosive powers of my all-fabulous limited edition egg soda and beans special three course meal!!

Nien: I'll see you there, chump.

[Both fart in symphony as they proceed to exit the cafe. Neither one of them speaks a word, and their lips are puckered in contemplation and competition. Komp stands in the middle of the tension, staring one by one at Nien and Poop and they take off their own respective paths home.]

[1 day after the incident]

[Nothing of interest. Both Poop and Nien have been toiling day and night to perfect their fart-astic meals. Nien works on his Poopoo diner's world-famous "Lactate Biohazard meal" (One glass of milk churned thoroughly using egg yolk with crushed beans and sugar sitting at the bottom for good measure.)]

[Meanwhile, Poop works on his beautifully hideous fart-ulous "Hollow Caust meal" (Somehow edible methane gas embedded inside garlic bread. And stuffed with beans because why the hell not.)]

[2 days after the incident]

Poop: [He walks across a grocery store, looking for ingredients in order to perfect his fartsmanship.]

[Meanwhile, the incident and the fart-astic competition going to be held gains the attention of the public. The news of Poopoo diner's informal competition gains traction and the news spreads like wildfire around the neighbourhood. Then, the block. Then, the entire street.]

Komp: Woah. Attention from the public? We're gonna be rich.

Nien: Focus darnit! We've got a competition to win!-

Komp: Pfft. Who's ""we""? You're on your own pal. I'll see you after it gets held. I'll be in my house watching cat videos, you do you pal.

Nien: Whaaat? I thought we were friends!

Komp: [Komp pauses for a brief moment. He sighs in exasperation, then stares at Nien dead in the eye.]

Komp: We're acquaintances at best. Know your place, dammit.

[Komp exits their usual meeting stop. Nien stays there, flabbergasted as if seen a ghost along with his pride as wounded as a puppy with a broken leg.]

[Three days after the incident.]

[Literally absolutely and utterly nothing interesting.]

[Except for the fact that Komp reached level 123 in Candy Crush.]

[Four days after the incident.]

[Something interesting occurs.]

[Somebody has stolen Poop.]

[Not poop himself. A local poop stealer has sprung out of the shadows as one of the most utterly compassion devoid criminals that the town has ever seen. Said to be clad in a robe of poopoo stains and a mysterious amulet, the intentions of the mysterious individual has not been logical nor reasonable.]

[This infamous individual has been labelled as ""The Poopoo Man"". Truly horrifying.]

[The cases of The Poopoo Man increase in number, with rumors going around that the notorious criminal using the poopoo for unethical science experiments like some kinda rando Mad scientist.]

[Casting aside this menace, as per the context of the Food Competition, nothing much else has been progressed. Nien and Poop continue their daily self-assigned labor, seeking nothing but the utmost perfection in order to not only showcase their superiority, but to wallow in their pride.]

[The Poopoo Man's criminal activities seem to suspiciously be active mostly around the Poopoo diner and The Local Sewage Department.]

[Five days after the incident.]

[Poop takes a stroll across the nearby park. It is 5 A.M. The park is empty. The locals mostly consist of individuals working in the food industry, and they are quite lazy.]

[As Poop continues his sleazy stroll, he seems to notice a short yet ominous siluhouette approach him. Menacingly.]

[The individual is clad in an edgy trenchcoat.]

[And bangs. How disgusting.]

Poop: Huh? Who the hell is that bean over there? And why does he remind me of my diarrhoea poopoo?

Or......

Could it be?

???: Silence, little one.

[The mysterious individual, in a burst of beastly brown sparks, speeds to Poop in preternatural speed for some reason.]

Poop: AAAA!! [Instinctively, Poop does the most reasonable thing that one in his predicament would have done.]

[LOUD STINKY FART]

???: AAAA!!

[BWAAAAAAAAAT. The loud noise echoes through the empty park. A minor stink spreads out the surrounding area.]

[Poop had been experimenting with his dishes a day prior. He had a little sample of his methane garlic bread bean sandwich. Needless to say, the thing was so good he finished four of them in a single sitting.]

[Because his toilet was clogged that day, he held back his......let's say, "Semi-automatic poopoo blast" for the entire night.]

[And there it is. The effects of the brutal meal. In a single BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.]

???: [Chokes violently, before scurrying off. His nose temporarily loses it's senses. His neurons flail violently in suffering. And worst of all, his lungs now have an increased 3% risk of cancer by the fart alone.]

[The mysterious individual flees the park.]

Poop: [Sniffs the surrounding air] Eughh stinky stinky!!

[Poop faints due to the stinky stinky fart. Because, in life, even the stinkiest of farts which do us bad also repel evil.]

[Oh and also Poop's lungs also suffer drastic effects by his own fart. He has grown accustomed to his own farts, but however, this fart was more deadly than the others. Because of the increased risk of cancer, one could say the fart was carcinogenic. Somehow.]

[Poop remains on the ground. Some local homeless rando informs the local park guards and they call an ambulance to pick Poop up. Poop's fart still lingers on the atmosphere, somehow condensing through the cold air to form a miniature cloud.]

[It must have special fart properties.]

[That being said, Poop goes to the local hospital to get booty treatment. His booty, in the hospital, gets treated. The bill unfortunately, however, registers him unable to buy ingredients to practice his cooking because the financially disabled potato doesn't have a credit card and doesn't know how to get one.]

Should you care?

2025-07-27T21:03:00.012+05:45

[Image by Mohamed Hassan from Pixabay. ]

There's usually a reason to care. Right?

Do you care? And if you do, what exactly is it that you do in fact care about? Is there a truly logical and reasonable excuse to care? And most importantly, why exactly should I care?

These questions really do plague us. Right?

Of course not. Because chances are, you haven't cared about caring much have you? But then again, what does it mean to care? To be considerate about one's welfare? Most probably. However, then again, why would it matter to you how one's welfare is?

Compassion and consideration both are human traits, yes. Plus, they are what make us human too. Right?

Of course not. Compassion and empathy are qualities not limited to the human genus. Animals such as elephants show great signs of empathy, while dolphins show the utter lack of it; both equally conscious of themselves and their surroundings in their own respective ways.

However, mind-farts aside, we have to get to the real question here.

"Should you care?"

That sounds pretty easy right? You should care. Or at least, that's what everybody tells you. You've got to look a little deeper into "Care" and what it is.

Picture this: Some homeless rando sits on the side of the road. Do you help him or not?

Stop lying. You wouldn't even spare a glance, let alone do something good for humanity. Yet some of you individuals act like saints with the utmost arrogance of some kind of ethically superior being of justice and righteousness.

Yours truly, you wouldn't care less. Some people might, and that might be you. If you are, good for you. But we majority couldn't care less.

Sure, helping the homeless rando might help him feed himself for a day and maybe do something good for humanity; but; did you have a truly logical reason to help the guy? If, let's say, the rando protects you from some kinda terrorist or something remembering your good deed.

Now THAT would be logical. Helping the rando would be the good call. But other than that, you never truly have rock-hard logic to do so. That being said, compassion in itself isn't stupid. In fact, quite the contrary.

It is said that compassion has evolutionary roots and it isn't some kinda human luxury. A racoon protecting her young or a random pigeon guarding her eggs are examples of empathy, more specifically love. In other words, "To care".

Now, this is very cool. That's because we can tell that caring isn't necessarily stupid because in being compassion, one organism can guarantee that their offspring don't kick the bucket and instead kick. I dunno. Rocks.

Motherly love is an example of caring. Because of it's evolutionary roots, it has shown true logical explanation to exist. From this, we can conclude that compassion and logic aren't necessarily two sides of the same coin, but instead two adjacent stinks of the same fart.

Now, love aside, caring sometimes sucks because it gives you an unnecessary burden at times. That definitely sounds like some kinda supervillan ideology and hey, maybe it is, but I just couldn't care.

Logistics is quite the funny thing. It's definitely the right thing to do and yet sometimes everybody will hate you for it because it's not compassionate; it'd show that you don't care.

Picture this:

America is doing America stuff in Iraq or something. And all of a sudden whoopsie daisies an American troop shows up right next to a Mosque to spread their ""democracy"" (excuse to steal oil).

Now, seeing this, of course the Iraqi people will be mad. Seeing American tanks in their territory babbling about their ideologies is pretty infuriating. What's even more, they're casually disrespecting the Muslims, yeah? So the entirety of the people in the Mosque begin throwing rocks at the troops because they hate them. Of course.

Now, the logical thing to do is...............I dunno. Play "Free Bird" on the nearest device and blast the Mosque to bits with some kinda $10,000 missiles paid for by the impoverished population who would've used that money for food.

And them boom. Victory, right? Of course not.

If news goes around that America just did that would spark intense debate within the United Nations and you could bet an arm and a leg that China would use this excuse to poop on the American public. Maybe tag along Russia too. Countries together poop on other countries. That's a well-known fact.

Instead, the better thing to do is to just get outta there because it ain't worth it, to put it frankly.

Quite the long example. But it gives you a neat idea of how logistics and giving a damn work hand-in-hand.

Now let's get to another topic. Being stupid and caring at the same time. This is quite the deadly duo; because on one hand, you're stupid. That's just sad as is.

And to add insult to injury you're a caring individual too. That's like a wet matchstick trying to make other matchsticks glow. Not only are you useless but you're not trying to make revert that uselessness because you're too busy trying to make other useless failures try to revert their uselessness.

That'd be totally useless. You'd be useless. And the thing about humans is, nobody wants to be useless. After all, you're not useless, are you?

Quite the abrupt end, but I'd have to put this lil ol' thing to an end. You know why?

I just couldn't care less.

Why you should absolutely insult your audience

2025-07-26T09:52:00.004+05:45

[Above: Grumpy cat]

[Internet sensation unfortunately passed away on May 14, 2019. Image from "WIRED". https://www.wired.com/story/grumpy-cat-obit/]

There are many reasons why you should absolutely and totally insult your audience. However, you might be asking, ""WHy tHHe heLLl woULd i wanNT to insULt my audiencEEEee???""

Silence, silly monkey. Your thoughts shall not be taken into consideration for I, Zenith, could not give less of a darn.

It is somewhat amusing? There are people who call themselves ""Influencers"" yeah? Now, what is an influencer exactly? The hell would I know.

Some of these unemployed individuals treat their audiences as if they're some kind of fragile God who eats babies when in minor inconvenience or something. And me, personally, I absolutely get it. They are nothing without their respective audience (In this context, an audience would be the group of unemployed monkeys seeking false validation through other useless monkeys. Even better, seeking attention from the main monkey that couldn't care less if they died on the spot.)

However, that's boring. Think about it. What good of an interaction would it be with your followers if it's all just sugar-coated in honey-sweet words? That'd lack substance. And substance quite literally is the main thing which makes a conversation tolerable and non-awkward.

I also have another point. To prove this, I'll give you an example.

""You're all useless monkeys who will never amount to anything in life and fart on a daily basis because you are incapable of anything other than basic life nourishment.""

And this one.

""I love you all my sweet sweet audience and I wish you have the most success in life and life in the uttermost joy and sunshine and rainbows.""

Well to be fair, the second one might sound appealing to most. However, the thing is, when an individual speaks the latter, the hopefulness they utter it in is usually somewhat "manufactured."

As in, they know damn well they don't wanna say it but do anyway to. I dunno. Appeal to the investors? It's usually to appeal to somebody, whether you or some rando guy which finances them.

The main problem is, most highly achieving people are absolute sticks-in-the-mud who speak as if narrating a perfume commercial. I mean seriously, we get it, you're successful and we're impoverished peasants, sheesh.

And another main factor of my argument is that when an individual with a large following insults their audience, it shows that they are close with them and not the latter. The boldness to make fun of the people who support you shows you that the bond between you and the people who look up to you is intimate. And not in a weird way, for your information.

Now, of course, some of you aren't into that. Maybe the unemployed ""Influencers"" aren't very adamant about picking on their following. Which is yeah, totally understandable. Tough love is something some are hesitant to acknowledge.

I'm not forcing you to do anything or anything. I'm just saying. Insulting your audience is a fun activity! Well, keeping it light, that is.

I'm not telling you to spout out racial slurs at randos on the street. Unless you want to get your bum beat and want to go to the gulag, that is. In that case, you can go all at it. Throw in some poses for extra measure too.

Insulting one is also to be friendly with one. When it's playful teasing, it's totally acceptable. But when you start spouting some life-ending bullying, that's when stuff gets real. You wouldn't want Twitter getting on on your cheeks and whipping out the self-righteous whip of cancellation.

Lord knows what'd happen if you had 4chan on it. Let's not consider that. 4chan haunts me in my sleep.

Either way, just be a nice person who interacts with their audience in not weird ways. And good night,

My dear Fart eaters. Constipated camels. Domesticated donkeys. Wild waterbuffaloes. Explosive antelopes. Snorkeling snotty siberians. Alcoholic Anteaters.

And my all time favourite;

"Monkey" :)

The Toilet man

2025-04-13T21:36:00.005+05:45

THE TOILET MAN

He waits and waits and waits,
Patiently from below.

As a sigh from the figure is let,

For there is only irritation to show.

As you finish your poo,

As much as your body could do,

The toilet man shall emerge from below,

And clean everything thoroughly, their equipment gliding through.

Not a spot is missed,

Of course, not for the very least.

No matter where a stain may be,

Their existence will be seized.

To-and-fro and to-and-fro,

The toilet man cleans.

The toilet room is spotless,

As it can obviously be seen.

Never his timing was late.

His punctuation and volatility were always pre-set,

His legitimacy as a wide convention,

For The toilet man is no obstacle, he is divine intervention.

Near, far, wherever you are,

He will always be there.

His work is nothing short of mere,

As he has always been heavily credited by the Tsar.

Would this come across as random?

The curiosity for such trivial beings?

Maybe his tale is long,

A puzzle piece missing, which we have not seen.

The toilet man may be mortal.

He may one day die,

But across our hearts and all toilets above,

He is eternal, that is no lie.

Image by Alexa from Pixabay

Understanding the ego

2025-04-05T13:03:00.002+05:45

Ego. A substance/trait within a being that no matter how much you may deny, you harbor it. Ego can be defined as the way or perspective you view yourself, or the identity that you have given to yourself. It may be exaggerated, or it may be underestimated, but whatever it is, you still have it. Ego is, in fact, important to a human when speaking socically. To have a sense of self-preservation and to acknowledge your capabilities are very good traits to have.

But the main problem arises when it is inflated beyond your capabilities. An exaggerated ego will lower your charisma usually, meaning people may find it hard to appreciate your company and overall you'll just be a worse person. Ego is, to it's core, an element of one's personality. You may be good, evil, dorky, stupid, intelligent, or anything else. Whatever it is, each of these traits have ego by their sides. However way you manage to co-ordinate or manage your ego, if it is not taken good care of or misused blindly then you'll end up being, frankly, arrogant.

Arrogance is yet another trait of a human being. However, it is not an ego itself, rather, it is the manifestation of what your ego claims. It is to harbor a sense of superiority, to feel as if you're above anybody else, whether you're a deluded idiot or not. The main reason I write this is to inform you, or give awareness on how your ego and pride, although important to your character, may come back to whip you in the back.

They are necessary evils, yes, and it is very important to control them and keep them in check. But how do you do so? You can, of course, look at your self in the mirror and begrudgingly say;

"Woah. Why am I like this?"

And instead of kicking yourself, you should strive to improve. There are people out there who don't even control themselves. Their personality and brains are completely absorbed by their ego. They are no longer human, just a host for their parasitic pride. They chase validation, and are not themselves, not anymore. Their perspective of themselves are shaped by the opinions an irrelevant populous and are but a shell of what good character they may used to have.

You have to acknowledge yourself, and know that you are not perfect, because nobody is truly perfect, because everybody is imperfectly perfect. To have flaws and imperfections within yourself is what makes you human. If you claim to be higher than others because of some stupid reason then truthfully, you are the stupid one. Importantly, you need to be more grateful too.

To know and be aware that the world does not revolve around you is a good step in taming your ego. To "Be yourself" is cliche and I admit, does sound stupid but it's true nonetheless. Now, that is not to say you can do whatever you want for the sake of it. Be yourself, yes, but also strive to improve yourself, because although you may not be perfect, you could be better.

However, understanding your ego and what it wants is also important. I have not completely antagonized a being's pride in this, not at all. Ego is good for you, but only in a healthy amount. It is the foundation for your self-worth and self-confidence, meaning without it, you have nothing to prove. You lack the starting point, "motivation" to do something.

There is a fine line between confidence and ego however, because confidence is built on what you are but ego is what you manifest yourself as. In other words, confidence is key, ego is just meh.

Therefore I can now formally conclude this blog post by saying the following;

"You probably don't meet the requirements for what you view yourself as"

-me

fart

2025-01-21T22:16:00.002+05:45

Photo by Scott Rodgerson on Unsplash

I farted once

I farted twice

I farted eating a bowl of rice

And farted some more which poisoned two mice

I fart upon the sky

I fart upon the floor

As upon my toilet I lie,

While farting some more, staring at the bathroom door

Today a person fainted

Tomorrow another

As their remains are brown-painted

As again I further fart upon their father

I farted on the attic

My fart now smells antique,

A lady tries to stop me,

But alas, my farts are semi-automatic

The stench of rotten craniums,

Accompanied by the radiation of 235 uranium,

The fart extends to lethal levels

All transmitted from the power of my bum.

My fart is lethal, it is a well-known fact

It stealthily creeps, as it plans it's attack.

The subtle fatality, it does not lack

Because unlike others, my fart is not whack.

"I am suffocation's accomplice.

Beware, for I am not foolish"

The fart quotes,
It's menacing voice dripping with malice.

Upon the protons and neutrons alone,
It is the only gas to not condone.

Stay alert, as the fart sneaks, though lone,
As it pierces your nasal cavity to blood and bone.

The God paradox

2024-11-22T18:06:00.007+05:45

Image by Hello Cdd20 from Pixabay

Belief in God and faith in God as a whole is an ancient tradition practiced by human civilizations for about as long as their existence. Of course, there have always been debates regarding the two spectrums, with both equals of the scale having very good points on their views, and here I am trying to come up with my own.

In most religions and ideologies, the belief in a God usually contains the same plot. "Pray in God, if you don't, go to eternal suffering". This cliche is found in almost all religions. An omnipotent being banishing those who didn't believe in him to an eternal hell definitely seems a bit too far of a stretch. While other arguments may come up with how God is omnipotent, the fact of an omnibenevolent God is not very common. For a second assuming the existence of an eternal omnipotent being is factual, we'd still have to figure out what gives the being the status of a God when he is not loving of his creations. To think that such power could very well be corrupted by an "ego" or "arrogance" is definitely something to take in mind, but that argument is only applicable when we view God as a "being".

Before knowing the actuality of God being real, we need to know who God is. A white-bearded man sitting by the rooftops zapping the sinners away? Or an unbiased eternal force that harbors existence to the other forces of the universe? To think that God is a being is a mistake that much too many people make. It is better to think of God as a force. A force of nature, to be exact.

This force, known as God, is thought to be the creator. The creator of everything we know, of course. The universe, the device you read this, and you yourself. God does not zap zap zap and boom, you come into life. It is better to think of God as an arranger of sorts. If the universe is a circus then God is the ringmaster, the force which keeps things in check and makes sure the entire thing doesn't collapse.

Of course, there have been many phenomena that claim to prove that God is real, but then again, the problem of evil itself isn't the problem. The vague description of the omnipotent force does pose an obstacle to whatever understanding we might have had.

Then again, we only keep waiting for whatever science brings us because truthfully, science does not know the answer to everything, despite being the understanding of everything itself. This mysterious force is just simply, "Out of bounds".

The art of patience

2024-08-22T19:41:00.006+05:45

The art of patience, as I would call it. Being able to wait, to think ahead of things, to not screw yourself up over something minor, all of which are related to patience in one way or another. I'd define patience as the ability to not rush things and to have enough willpower to think things through and not screw yourself up. This is a very important and useful trait/quality in a human being...or all animals in particular. It is also, surprise surprise, and quality which many people lack today due to the attention span of the average human being having the attention span of a goldfish (Goldfish = 8 seconds, Human = 8.5 seconds, according to the Google AI).

So, what is this trait? How do we use it? And most importantly, how long am I going to keep on yapping about the skill of willpower? Let's find out.

To start things off, lets go with the basics. I've already told you dingleberries the definition of patience, so what more of it? Let's start off things with a little bit of visualization for a more immersive understanding. Picture this: You're at school/workplace or whatever, and you see some random guy just seem to keep glancing at you and whispering things to his friends, probably making fun of you. Now, immediately, a normal person would confront the guy, trying to let out their anger on the guy........only to realize that the guy was just pointing to some picture behind you and making comments about it, not your stupid self.

This entire thing would come off as much less embarrassing if you'd just be patient with the guy and do some minor questioning first, not immediately going into conclusions. You'll save yourself someday, trust me.

Now that we've got the example sorted, what more is there to it (patience)? Let's go off to a common misconception in patience. To mere define patience as just being able to wait for something is pretty bland and while it does sum up things, it is oversimplified a crap ton. While having willpower is also patience, there is more to it than what meets the eye.

Being able to deflect insults without hurting another person, not making decisions out of haste, not rushing things, among much others (which I can't name) are among the one quality of patience.

But however, patience must not be blind. For one to have patience, you cannot simply wait for something you don't even know about and claim yourself as some 2nd Gautam Buddha. Yes, yes, patience is the ability to wait, but waiting too much ain't giving you enough stuff either.

"You can't wait for opportunities, you must make them" are some set of words I heard somewhere. Blindly having this one trait isn't enough to make up for the rest of the holes in your personality. Patience paired with determination, perseverance, and bravery are some of the most useful combinations a person could ever have.

So, as of now, you must also be asking to yourself, "What am I trying to prove by this?"

Well, the first problem is, with the improvement of technology and pairing clips of videos with subway surfers below, along with youtube shorts, tiktok, and other social media sites designed for short-term content, your attention span is greatly lowered.

This explains why the elders seem to be much more mature, their days didn't have the brainrot short form content, so they couldn't be impatient even if they tried, where the generation now can't go 4 seconds without scrolling a youtube video.

Try to go outside, socialize with other homo sapiens, the lists are endless, because the truth is that;

"Technology is a tool, not a substitute for living"

Are moral values correct?

2024-08-20T20:44:00.004+05:45

We are humans. No matter what happens or what may not happen, biologically we are but another mere organism who gained intelligence. We are considered to be at the top of the food chain, and thus being so we are aware of our surroundings and know countless consequences of things that other organisms do not know about.

One trait of humans (Or at least, most animals in particular) is the sense of a moral compass. To differentiate between right and wrong is a quality all animals have but humans seem to have a more "diverse" sense, to say the least. Our moral values went up as to form social norms, traditions, and most importantly, law.

But is there a point? Is being so-called moral the correct way to life? When you start to view morals in a much wider angle, our morals do not seem do "good" as we may put it.

When you think about it, moral is just a manifestation of a pigment of the human mind. If you don't get what I'm saying, picture this: You're walking by the side of the road and feel bad for some street dogs on the side, so you decide to help the poor guy out by feeding him some crackers, which your mind thinks is "moral." Later on you get robbed by some masked guy and behold, out of nowhere the street dog you fed earlier jumps the robber and although the dog may have brutally ripped his cranium right out of his head, at least your stuff didn't get stolen.

When the dog got fed, it felt a sense of connection between you despite the act of kindness being small. And blah blah blah, as sweet as it sounds, we're here for the logistics of the situation here, we're not taking the feelings of organisms into account and looking at it in a logical angle. When you got robbed, by technicality the dog would get nothing out of saving your stupid self from the robber, and yet it did.

The small act of kindness was enough to connect you and the dog together, saving your stuff and more importantly yourself. In this situation, the moral value was in fact, logical, as it was a simple act which didn't take much, and saved your stuff for the most part. But what about cases in which the moral values and logistics don't interwine?

Like for example let's say you're on your last note of cash and you see a homeless guy by your side. It's freezing outside and you need the money to use the subway to get home. But then there's the homeless man, who probably hasn't eaten for days and needs it more than you do. Would you rather give the homeless man the bill and walk home in the freezing cold or take the subway home in the warm A/C.

In this case, morals and logistics are on the opposite ends. You can only pick one, however. Would you take the logical solution or the moral solution? In this case scenario, lots of people have many different opinions regarding this, whether its attention seekers who want be be different, wanna-be saints with no sense of preservation, genuinely good people (rare specimen), and maybe the so-called heartless guy who'd rather take the subway (me).

There is no good, there is no evil, and there is no in-between in this case. However way you want to put it, either the homeless guy wins or you lose and vice versa. It's pretty paradoxical here.

Selfishly speaking, the logical answer, to take the subway is the better option, and selflessly speaking, the moral answer, to give the homeless guy your last bill. It's a raging fight between so-called good and so-called bad, when in both cases the well-being of atleast one person is taken into account.

Technically both of the options are good, because it ensures the goodwill of either person, so maybe moral values and logical thinking can co-exist together?

No. That's not happening anytime soon. Nihilist approach, I know, but it's simply not possible (From my perspective, at least).

But hey, both options are better than to rob the homeless guy and have money enough for tomorrow's subway too.

The trolley problem

2024-07-15T20:31:00.003+05:45

Image from theaxiom.ca

We all may have heard of the trolley problem. If you don't, let me give a short explanation.

To put it simply, the trolley problem is like a test of the human mind and how it reacts to rapid- events. The problem goes like this; imagine yourself on a train track. You see a train approaching 5 people, who are tied to a rope and will surely die if the train hits them. However, there is another track where the is just 1 person, who will also die if the train hits him. You can divert the track using a lever to hit 1 person and save 5, or you could do nothing and let the train kill off 5 people to save 1.

Most people would immediately press the lever and kill one person to save five, and while that is true, some people have different opinions based on their own logical thinking. You kill do nothing and kill off five so you couldn't be involved in the incident, so police suspect nothing. Or, maybe you would kill the five people to save one person in the name of solving overpopulation. The strange thing about this problem is that this problem has been adapted into many different settings and scenarios where each time it is changed the answers become completely different. One popular example is:

Imagine you're a doctor. You have five patients who each of them are missing separate different organs, and will most probably die. Now, you have one healthy patient who has all the organs required to save the five people. So, do you take out the organs of the one person to save five?

Suddenly, most people decide not to forcefully abduct the poor guy and save five people. This is strange, because the trolley problem and the doctors problem are quite literally the same, the only difference being the setting and scenario, so why are the answers suddenly different all of a sudden?

Many people have many different answers regarding this, but however, in my opinion, the reason is because of this: In the main trolley problem, the people tied to the tracks are tied forcibly not in their own will, so they had death coming to them anyway and doesn't matter. Their situations were equal, making the desicion easier, but, in the doctors problem, the one healthy guy did not have death coming, and unless he willingly volunteered to give up his organs, sacrificing the one guy would be morally wrong. The situations and scenarios are different, the there is an imbalance of morality in the second one.

In short, the trolley problem is only a problem if you think saving more people is better than saving fewer people.

Is equality worth it?

2024-07-13T09:50:00.004+05:45

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At first glance, it may seem that equality is good. Equality is development, and it is a good thing in society. And while those statements are true, equality is often overlooked as a quality, when in a lot of cases equality is actually not the solution.

Most times we think of "equality", not "equity". Equality is the equal treatment or equal facilities given to someone or something. It can measure quantities and give the same value to two or more things. Whereas equity is a bit different. It's best to explain in an example:

Equality: Both a child and an adult gets to eat 1500 calories a day. In this way, it food is too much for the child and too little for the adult. To put it simply, this method is crap.

Equity: A child gets 700 calories per day, and an adult gets 1000 calories per day, as per their needs. In this way, both the child and adult are content with the food they get. To put it simply, this is a win-win situation where losing is practically impossible.

I'm sure you get it now at this point. Equality doesn't care about a person's needs and only gives the same thing to both. It is not very practical in most cases. And equity is obligated to give the right value for both.

Now, I'm not trying to diss equality or anything, because it is still important for a lot of things like fair pay, fair play, fair rights, and a lot more stuff that human rights organizations agree with. Now..........equity, however, gives the illusion of injustice but is the right thing. If you didn't get what I said, here is an example:

Story: In the town of Megaburg, two sporting events were going on at the same time. The events were held in separate stadiums. Both sporting events had the same sport; football. After the match, it was realized that one team, where there were only boys, had made more money from the match than the other female teams who were playing in the opposite stadium. This sparked protests locally where the women and feminists demanded fair play for their work.....................only to realize again that the whole thing was B.S because the boy's team had made more money because they played more rounds. (The boys team played 5, the women's played 3). After the event, every protester went home knowing they were stupid.

This story depicts equity. At first, the people thought that the matches were unequal because the boys' team made more when in reality they made more because they played more rounds than the women's team. As I said before; "Equity gives the illusion of injustice, but is the right thing".

To differentiate between equity and equality is an important thing in today's world because, for some reason, people have gotten more and more stupid day by day. Their minds are controlled by some centralized mindset that blindly follows everything that comes because of their basic human inability to differentiate between two different things.

It's amusing, to say the least, but is still a prevalent problem in society, for some reason. I'm not trying to prove any point, because equality also has some use in modern society, and so does equity. I'm only trying to raise awareness of the fact that:

"Don't be blinded by equality"

The way you eat poison everyday

2024-07-12T17:56:00.000+05:45

[Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay]

When somebody thinks of poison, the first thing that comes to mind is most likely some kind of toxin or dangerous chemicals, but a type of poison usually overlooked is none other than 'sugar'.

You see, although eating a single teaspoon of the thing isn't going to kill you immediately, the fact that sugar is very overlooked when it comes to harming your body helps in the death of millions of people worldwide. Around 1500-ish years ago, the average junk food was usually just a piece of bread and some little amount of sugar. But nowadays with technology and science, the invention of food dyes, chemicals, and all other random crap companies put into your food is the stereotypical junk food. The addition of very harmful edible dyes and chemicals is normalized and does not help the body in any way whatsoever. They are only meant to give off the sweet and delicious taste that they give.

The thing is, companies do not care about your health. As long as it makes them money, they'll do it without hesitation. For example, according to Google, a normal 710 liter of Coca-Cola contains 42 grams of sugar ( 16 teaspoons ). And it only gets worse from here! Because the average Mountain Dew bottle contains 77 grams of sugar ( 18 teaspoons ). Drinking one bottle of any of these brands may not kill you, but prolonged consumption of these foods daily leads to a non-balanced diet, which will guarantee cause some kind of dietary disease such as diabetes, increased rate of heart attacks, hypertension, and in some cases, a one-way ticket to God.

Of course, greedy companies can't risk the customers to realize this, and thus they are never mentioned in advertisements, their packaging, and overall it is never mentioned by the company themselves, unless they need to make more money, in which they release their "healthier" options. Like Diet Coke. Now, although Diet Coke does not contain sugar or any carbohydrates, and while they are healthier than regular Coke, they are far from healthy. They may not have sugar, but a can of Diet Coke contains a crap ton of artificial sweeteners and 40 milligrams of sodium (don't be fooled, sodium contains little to no nutritional value and consumption of Diet Coke regularly is still unhealthy for you).

Not even biscuits are safe from this. Biscuits are a very common and popular snack in Southeast Asia, where it is common as a snack and is very common to find in households. Chips for America is like biscuits for India. But unlike chips which will kill you of just carbs, and how sodas will kill you of just sugar, biscuits are kind of an in-between, because they contain both way too much carbs and way too much sugar. Even the wheat biscuit companies try to advertise their wheat biscuits as healthy, and they are better than sodas but still contain a crap ton of sugar. If anything, biscuits are more of a threat than chocolate, because while most parents only allow their children to eat 1-2 chocolates per week, biscuits are eaten daily as lunch and have been normalized by southeastern Asia.

To put this simply, if your food or lunch comes from the supermarket from a big company, it's guaranteed diabetes (kind of). What I'm trying to say is, I'm not stopping you from stopping on eating sweets overall, I'm just trying to imply the fact that eating something good once in a while doesn't hurt, but prolonged consumption of these unhealthy foods is very bad for you and no matter what anybody says, your health and well-being are very important to you and nothing is going to stop that.

"Health is Wealth"

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

The eternal bliss of sorrow

2024-07-11T09:16:00.004+05:45

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The eternal bliss of sorrow.

They say you reap what you sow.

To mock him alone.

All those who have some so are crushed to bone.

To believe or to acknowledge, that nobody's won.

We only know the ignorants foresee,

To belittle the one.

And to have the delusion of being able to run.

They all mock till the end.

But the end is where they stop,

Once they realize they screwed up.

To their misfortune, it's too late to plead.

When the fortunate lead,

The mockers and antagonists are punished for their deeds.

Cry, scream, do whatever.

They have cursed themselves for eternity.

The wretched land of fire is where they are forced to settle.

After all this, they ask themselves, "Who was I to belittle?"

[The poem above you see is a short poem of hell, where I indirectly declare how the disbeliever / the evil are punished for their deeds on either not believing or being evil themselves. I'm not trying to prove anything here. This is just a short silly poem on eternal hellfire]

The horror of being human

2024-07-10T10:07:00.002+05:45

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Being a human is a horror. Many forget the fact that despite everything we or our ancestors go through, we are still "human". We are animals. Organisms, whatever term you use, although we have superiority over the animal kingdom, many are delusional about our identity as living beings. lot of us are scared of one thing or another, and that is natural, but nobody gets how an "animal", or an "inferior organism" feels about us. We are horrifying creatures, to put it simply.

For example; imagine you were a wooly mammoth somewhere around 19000 years ago and you see some naked, furless, tiny beings throwing sharp rocks at you. The fear, the agonizing pain of being inferior is, scary, to say the least. The progress of humanity is terrifying. Think about it. If you're an alien looking at Earth's humans, you would see some naked barbarians hunting food to survive, and then suddenly after some centuries, they start producing a nuclear arsenal. It feels like we are, "overpowered", some would say. We are not the fastest, not the naturally strongest, and definitely not the biggest nor the most agile, so what makes us so feared? It's our brains. Knowledge, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Perseverance. It's the need to get more. The never-ending hunger for more power, more abilities, etc. 100 years ago we would need to send letters for communication. It was long, costly, and just overall crappy. And now we're in the present with the availability of the Internet, technology, science, and artificial intelligence! Even evolutionary we struck lucky.

Like the presence of sweat. Many find it annoying, but it served as a very important role in our barbaric times. When hunting for animals, of course, we needed to run a lot for a long time, and it requires a lot of stamina. While other mammals rely on panting to cool down, while it is effective, they would need to stand still to do so and is not very convenient when running for your life. The evolutionary trait of "sweat" allows us to passively lose heat and cool down without the need to slow down or stop completely. Something else that is rarely talked about is our 'mindset'. The thinking of; "Hmm........this is good, but I want better". The need to do captivates us to progress. We have the desire, the want, and the will to automate your tasks. Interestingly, laziness plays a big factor in our human history. It took humanity a very short time to go from "Just shut up and do it", to "How do I not do this?". This is a short and simple cause of a lot of inventions in your human past that have improved our lives till now.

Many think they are unlucky. To be born a human is a curse. That it is horrible and bad. But the truth is, many animals definitely envy us. We can definitely take over the entirety of the globe and the whole animal kingdom as we know it...............................if we were in unity. Although we humans may be one of the smartest organisms in the galaxy, we seem to be stupid enough to divide ourselves based on imaginary lines. Otherwise known as "borders". The system of founding countries and separating ourselves for some piece is land is stupid. Yet, we still do it, why? We murder each other of our own species for some dispute over some land drawn by an imaginary line. Our fate relies upon some old, bitter men who "rule" a piece of land when in reality we'd be better off in unity and together. In fact, Karl Max wrote about this in his book on communism, to make all of us equal and in unity. Unfortunately, Lenin established a worse version of the would-be good communism. So, my basic point is that we are both the smartest and the stupidest organisms in the world.

The Absurd Town. (3)

2024-07-09T09:22:00.003+05:45

(The events of this story happen one week after The Absurd town 2)

[during the interview of Bob]

Me: So, Bob. We are notified that you plan to assassinate the Mayor of Toomburg, correct?

Bob: LIES! ALL LIES! PROPAGANDA! I have no reason to kill Svec you know!? If you think I'm salty about losing my rank, then you'd be mistaken.

Me: And how can we believe you, eh?

Bob: .....................fair point.

Me: So you admit to plan to assassinate the Mayor, Svec?

Bob: Are you even listening to me? No, I am not planning to kill the Mayor of Toomburg. End. Of. Discussion. Besides, even if he does die, it's not the end of the worl-

(his sentence is cut off by a sniper rifle shot. it hits Bob.)

Me: Oh nonononononono. [calls the ambulance]

(Svec in the corner, laughing to himself knowing he's the cause of Bob's death)

Me: Whoops, end of my shift. [glances at Bob's body] Eh, the ambulance is coming. He'll be fine.

(A month after the incident)

Me: Svec, why in the world are you spending the entirety of tax money on the military?!

Svec: So that we can defend ourselves, of cours-

Me: FROM WHAT!? The cities look as good as an expired pack of bread and fleas, have you even CONSIDERED spending cash on infrastructure!?

Svec: Hmm..............let me think...............no.

Me: You are a horrible mayor.

Svec: Took you long enough, idiot.

Me: Wait, what? Don't tell me you're going to-

Svec: Start a revolution, hell yeah I am! What are going to do about it, eh?

Me: [pulls out the cliche detective revolver]

Svec: Woah there now buddy amigo chum pal friend partner comrade, let's talk this one out, huh? No need to pull out your lil' toy, right?

Me: I'm not afraid to go to jail again, traitor.

Svec: So I'm the traitor now huh? It's not like I'm pointing a gun at somebody whom I've known my entire life. If you want to play this revolver dance, go for it. [also pulls out a glock]

Me: Tell you what, I was certainly not expecting that.

Svec: We're equal, buddy. If we're going down, we're going together.

Me: A small price to pay for patrioism.

Svec: Wait wait wait wait you're not actually going to do it right....?

Me: Try me.

[I, the dective, shoots]

Svec: [clutching the bullet wound] You imbicle. Do you really hate me that much you would kill yourself too just to end my life?

[Svec also shoots me]

Me: Ouch that hurts.............................................but you know what doesn't hurt? DEMOCRACY!!!!! [smacks Svec in the bullet wound area]

Svec: Yeah, no, I can't.............I won't. I can't die. Not in your hands.

Me: [grabs Svec right in the neck], We're dying together.......b-bud-buddy...................[blood loss has taken a toll]

Svec: [Inaudible gibbrish due to blood loss]

[we both die. A new Mayor comes. It is now the end of all drama in Toomburg. It seems like it was truly a happy ending for all. The story ends here. Bye.]

Zenith's Views

The Circus of your Fate

Life is Poopy, Life is Dookie

A(n) (ab)normal Tuesday

Date: 11 / 11/ 2025Place: Fartplace, Poop TownTime: 6 : 07 PM

Dear Diary,

Disadvantages of committing war crimes

Abnormal Diary Entry [2]

Abnormal Diary Entry

Are we eternal?

Clicketh thy banner, I pray thee.

Disadvantages of eating a dude

Who the heck ate my fart

The Interview [1]

Should you care?

Why you should absolutely insult your audience

The Toilet man

Understanding the ego

fart

The God paradox

The art of patience

Are moral values correct?

The trolley problem

Is equality worth it?

The way you eat poison everyday

The eternal bliss of sorrow

The horror of being human

The Absurd Town. (3)

Date: 11 / 11/ 2025
Place: Fartplace, Poop Town
Time: 6 : 07 PM