NEOrealists

sum is greater

noreply@blogger.com (Vipul) — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 00:17:00 +0530

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And They Lived Happily Ever After

noreply@blogger.com (NANo) — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 21:21:00 +0530

I wonder why people like movies or books with perfect happy endings. I am not saying everyone does, and always. All am saying is majority of the people seem to like it if that's the case and majority of the stories seem to aid that preference.

My point is, what is it in us that prompts us to take immense pleasure over the fact that imaginary people's imaginary lives are perfect or happy? I honestly admit that in some instances, after the whole rigmarole of events, even I'd have been WTF-ing if there was a pointless ending. Like for example, in Kite Runner if Amir had failed to get Sohrab out of that godforsaken place after all the shit that happened, I'd definitely have said WTF. But isn't that how life is, most of the times? The good don't always win and the evil don't necessarily go to hell. So why do we not like a non-perfect ending to a book or a movie? Is it because we want to live in some self created utopic fantasy?

I wonder if it has got to do something with the fact that we realized life isn't perfect in the real world, so a fictitious portrayal of a perfect world would do something to ease the mind. Maybe give rise to the thought that there is hope after all.

I, for one realized am a tad too cynical for my own good even to smile at the random happy go lucky shit they hurl at my face. And hence this post.

Until Next Time,
NANo

jesus christ

noreply@blogger.com (Vipul) — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 13:20:00 +0530

live we must
fight we must
crack we must
fade we must
waste we must
die we must
die we must

She Is You

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 00:06:00 +0530

its not normal,
but its working for her.

this revenge on love,
and shutters of smile,
its not normal,
but its working for her.

hurt she was,lost she did.
but love too lost its child poetic.

this game of losing,
its not normal,
but its working for her.

Life in the Time of H1N1

noreply@blogger.com (Vipul) — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 04:10:00 +0530

Sorry no apologies for not posting for so long.

Now that I have got the all important issue of not posting out of the way, I can die peacefully.

Disclaimer: What I am writing about now has no heads or tails and is probably one of the most incoherent shit fest, you my imaginary reader, would probably chance upon. Don't ever fuckin think of subscribing to my thought process coz most of the times even I don't.

Onwards then mate.

Real materialistic life is a fallacy. Life is a dream. A dream the world, you and I are bound to dream. Probably keep dreaming forever. Such is the fate of us lesser mortals.

Aha you wonder why, profound yet stupid notion, I live with such a premise. It is not because every sane person dreams of world peace or no poverty/hunger. Those are just benevolent thoughts we like to think/dream about to make us feel better about ourselves. Don't get me wrong here, I am a firm believer in human beings. What I don't believe is that humans can ever live in perfect harmony. A short course in history shall rid you of any such misguided notion.

So back to the life is a dream bit. What is our purpose in life? What is that we want to achieve? When you really have a look at it nothing is really worth it. Except maybe love, but thats an entirely different ball game. Life is a dream because that's the way we want to live it. Our dreams our guided by who we are and what our thought process is and what we hold valuable in life.

Ahh fuck it. I think I lost the train of thoughts sometime ago. In short what I wanted to say was "Life is a dream and you are truly happy only when you attain that state of bliss in which you have taken out you and me from the equation. When you realize that there is no me or I in this world that is when you are in a perfectly happy world"

Awake she stays
Night fools her
Your darkness is in my soul

Vipul

PS: I am a contradicting fucker and have no clue what I write. So shut it.

Of Being On Top

noreply@blogger.com (NANo) — Sat, 6 Feb 2010 17:40:00 +0530

At one time or the other, many of us might have felt that the whole rigmarole called life is pointless. Do not misunderstand me; I wish to prophesize neither depressing thoughts nor self pity. What I was trying to put across is, is the whole of it worth it?

Trying to put in ungodly hours just to be termed ‘better’ than the one next to you; working your arse off to beat that guy who got a GPA of 0.1 more than you; wishing how you could’ve worked harder and done better at that entrance test, or how you could’ve nailed that job or done things differently in a relationship... The list is endless.

This is pretty much the rhetoric shit I hear from more or less everyone around me. And if this sounds clichéd, then it is probably clichéd for a reason. Reason being, deep down, all of us are just afraid to be termed mediocre. Or worse: incompetent. There is this inexplicable urge to be on top. Of EVERYTHING. And is that really a good sign? Survival of the fittest?

Now, I *do* agree that sometimes even I get carried away by the pressure and get in line for the rat race. But then again when I have these sudden flashes of enlightenment I sit down and write such crap questioning basically everything around me. Which brings me to the current question running in my head: Why so serious - about the life, universe and everything?

I understand excellence costs. But if the cost of it is our contentment and maybe happiness, is it worth it, really?

Until next time,

NANo

Author's Note:
I note the tawdry connotations of the title which make no relevance to the topic of discussion whatsoever. And I plead temporary unimaginativeness.

move up and move on....

noreply@blogger.com (Vipul) — Sat, 27 Dec 2008 15:46:00 +0530

I think Sankalp wrote a very nice piece here. I remember writing something on the same lines some eons back.

You move on.
There is nothing that would or should stop your life.
People leave us and go, sometimes they fade away, sometimes they don't but you leave them behind and move on.
But a bit of them always stays with you and you carry it with yourself forever...holding it close to you...because its so precious and its so tough to let go. A bit of the laugh that you laughed with them will keep popping up now and then and spread on your lips every now and then.
And even though people go, they stay with you.

You are my passion,
You are my peace,
Yet you are not what I please.

Until next time,
Vipul

P.S: Don't comment back saying it's an old post. Its fuckin' 5:30 in the morning. WTF do you guys expect?

growing in relations

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 26 Dec 2008 14:45:00 +0530

long gone are the times, when relating to people meant sharing your lunch in the backdrop of a soccer field.. chasing each other like mad, school bell ringing.. Now that i have grown, in all senses of the word, grown tired of things(life?) , outgrown innocence, i have started relating to people in the "grown" way.. which basically implies, i dont trust anymore.

the uninhibited way of natural trust, which knew no motive, no doubt or suspicion, just couldnt survive my growth, it died a premature death at the hands of our surroundings.. i grieve its loss, more these days than ever.

maybe its sheer joblessness that prompts me to think this through, or maybe its just a phase of time..

i pray for the latter to be true, because the beautiful quality about time is that, good or bad, it passes...

return of the ONE

noreply@blogger.com (Vipul) — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 15:44:00 +0530

Greetings

Ahh well first things first.
Congrats NaNO for still doing some wonderful work on this blog. Keep it up gal.

Second sorry for not being able to keep up with writing. Will hopefully get back pretty soon.

Third, the reason why I am writing this blog. Blogging you see is actually not as popular as it used to be and will reach a state of equilibrium by next year. Here is the complete story

So much for my excuse of not writing as frequently as I used to.

I sit still
I sleep still
and I wonder

till next time

THOR

Craziness..... Absolute Craziness

noreply@blogger.com (Vipul) — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 08:57:00 +0530

What do you call a moron who comes to office early by an hour that too on monday to find the office doors still locked??
Well, you call him/her moron.
A day gone by drinking beer + no sleep the night before = bloody good sleep the next night.
Sorry ladies and gentlemen to disappoint you. I frigging didn't sleep even last night. And hence my early arrival at office.

"there I stay awake staring at the moon
thinking there are two moons"

until next time,
THOR

P.S -> neither this post (8 A.M monday morning) nor the previous post (3 A.M sunday night) makes any sense. But with lots of beer and no sleep I don't think anybody will make sense.
Cheers!!

get up and get going bugger....

noreply@blogger.com (Vipul) — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 03:33:00 +0530

well i will be really really short and terse in this post... hope the lines below are self explanatory and dont really require me to elaborate any further....

The ELIXIR of life ---> BEER!!!!
The pee the piss the 'mooth' after beer --> even better absolute bliss and heavenly....

The reason for this short post is that I am too high right now to really fucking bother writing much... will delve deeper into beers and how it is the best thing to happen to mankind later...

in search of a Paradigm Shift
until next time

THOR

anarchism socialism and propogandas

noreply@blogger.com (Vipul) — Mon, 21 Aug 2006 13:54:00 +0530

Warning : I don't proof read. So any spelling and grammatical mistakes are regretted.

Contradiction :

1. The act of contradicting.
2. The state of being contradicted.
A denial.
Inconsistency; discrepancy.
Something that contains contradictory elements.

Contradiction to me is a beautiful thing. It is so damn humane. On the same note I also love Symmetry. Ah!! such a contradiction. And yeah, I relish on intricacies.

Ok now let me continue from where The Nerdess (a.k.a NANo) left off the in the previous post.

The blog origin and the reasons.
The blog is the outcome of the fart sessions and the random musings. NANo gave a very good intro, and, on a more serious note, I'd also like to add thoughts of my own. We, The People also intend it to be a place to express our concerns, disgust and wish.

Concerns : About everything which faintly or directly affects Us, The people, a.k.a the global warming, the traffic chaos and such.

Disgust : Disgust with poliTICKS, the mob minded people, the uncouth youth etc.

Wish : To bring about a change or atleast try and bring about a change. Change the junta's attitude, the poliTICKS, the flamshams etc. And ofcourse WORLD PEACE.

To be more precise the blog addresses the entire junta. You will find humour, sarcasm and realism here.

And as about this particular blog title...
We are NOT anarchist, socialist or propogandist (if there IS such a word). We are The Harbingers The Farters and the innocent bunch of people who have a knack and penchant to blog and to (y)tell the truth as we see it.

That said, I'll now rest.
Till next time......
Over to you NANo.

'as the machine lay dead,
the boy woke up,
and slowly lifted his hand,
and said i can feel'

until next time
THe Order of Relativity a.k.a THOR

The NEOrealists

noreply@blogger.com (NANo) — Sun, 20 Aug 2006 21:49:00 +0530

This one blog is all about a bunch of us normal looking individuals who have spent many an hour talking about the life, universe and everything, attempting to find answers to the aforementioned same....not just answers but answers with a whole NEW (and hence the name NEO) meaning.

In fact, we spoke so much about everything in life, we thought it'd be a real shame if we do not put out all our unadulterated fart sessions for the common junta to read.
So here are the guys (and a girl, ofcourse) who intend to give their take on the world as they see it.

At one point of time, we even thought of calling this....er...The Terrace Fart Sessions (since we generally talk arbit things on the terrace on a starry night). But we just assumed NEOrealists made a lot more sense, though we wonder how much sense we actually make in general.

NEOrealists here doesn't mean we speak the truth and only the truth. You can perceive what you want to perceive based on what we write. Sometimes, its closer to truth, many a time far from it. Basically its just our take on things.

Author's Note:
I believe I've dragged it enough. Any more, and I'm sure you'll doze off. Will post some more in the future.

to be continued...

Until Next Time,
NANo