tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:38:07 +0000LifeangerguiltlovestorywriterLazy MadmanSupertrampThoughtsabsurdismartsauthorcreativitydeathdignityeducationexistenceexistentialismfailurefearfreedomhaikuhappinesshopehumorhungerjobletterscienceseekersexshortstorytellersuccesssuicidetouristvideoAn account of a man torn between his individualism and his attraction to bourgeois respectability.http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)Blogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-7083085782564327410Wed, 03 Oct 2012 19:09:00 +00002012-10-04T11:15:08.671+05:30 All sober men and women of India, save some foresighted folks who stocked the barrel before the Gandhi Jyanti, waited anxiously for the last match between India and South Africa.&nbsp; The advantage of being sober is that you can lay all your facts into a straight line, and order them correctly. The excitement in anticipation of the match was, therefore, palpable. &nbsp; &nbsp; http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2012/10/how-gandhi-would-have-played-cricket.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-2892870038004502071Sat, 07 Aug 2010 09:36:00 +00002010-08-07T15:09:48.997+05:30deathsuicidetouristvideo One of the most powerful, and haunting films that I have seen this year. The film was powerful because it was real—Damn REAL! And, the sheer tenderness of death made it haunting—much more haunting than any other gory films that I have seen before. I am not a religious man, and I have no religious sentiments to be against Euthanasia. Perhaps in that situation, I would have done the same thing. http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2010/08/suicide-tourist.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-8562833713913270410Fri, 09 Jul 2010 18:03:00 +00002010-07-09T23:44:10.463+05:30humorjobseekershortstory Noticed those legs first from the stairs. Long, curvy, and slippery. Tempted. "Who”, I asked. “A job seeker” replied the visitor in a low-esteemed voice. "When can you join?" I asked. &nbsp;Monday..Already enamoured with those legs, I jumped to see my new prospective employee. ‘Oh, Paul you’, I sighed. ‘Yes me’, said the octopus. http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2010/07/job-seeker.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-960974034035152592Thu, 24 Jun 2010 11:47:00 +00002010-06-24T17:50:33.231+05:30artseducationsciencesex Does sex education make humans unique?&nbsp;I think it does. And, I am quite positive that no other species other than humans need it. At least, nobody till now has come up with such a study yet. This in itself contradicts the theory that humans have the most developed brains. Come on, if it’s the most developed of all brains why on earth would it need education? Surely, there are many http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-dont-need-no-sex-education.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-935038409353158201Wed, 23 Jun 2010 11:35:00 +00002010-06-24T13:15:14.909+05:30hopeLifestorystorytellerwriter I find writer’s job not only to be lonely, but also to be of a loser. Let’s face it storyteller’s romantic art serves no real purpose in life. They don’t save our lives like doctors do or build bridges like engineers. Yet, nothing gives me a greater pleasure than a well told story. &nbsp;It’s only because of these great writers and their stories that I’m still alive. Those carefully laid http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-in-story.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-15939275598790555Sun, 18 Apr 2010 09:09:00 +00002010-04-18T14:40:17.104+05:30absurdismexistentialismhaikuLife 9:00AM Beautiful Sunday morning&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;Sun’s out in the middle&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;Silence prevails 11:00 AM Children grow old&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;So do the http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-in-haiku.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-2388071743051251056Wed, 24 Feb 2010 18:25:00 +00002010-02-24T23:55:29.168+05:30authorwriter Someone posted this excellent list, and so it popped up in my Google Reader. This has made my day because: &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;I love the feel of alcohol; &nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;I wish to be a writer (I mean, real) someday (ahem!) &nbsp;Thanks for the list.&nbsp;&nbsp;Happy Wednesday!&nbsp;http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2010/02/top-10-drunk-american-writers.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-1338288138971115251Wed, 24 Feb 2010 11:35:00 +00002010-02-25T18:18:46.747+05:30creativityfailurefearfreedomsuccess How often I would say this to myself – creative minds think out of the box. No doubt they do. But this thought itself brought doom to my creativity. I would pull all my hair just to get one idea that would bring this world into a standstill. And How I Failed! Over the years, I grew cynical and restricted all my thoughts as just another gimmick. I blamed myself for not being creative, and I http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-unleash-creativity.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-3432458906906377453Sun, 07 Feb 2010 21:46:00 +00002010-02-08T03:37:16.317+05:30 Mama, I am just a grass that will never flower, No matter how much water you shower, A rose is an object of beauty, But even grass performs its duty... A rose is a rose is a rose is what I know But even grass has its natural glowMama, please don’t fill me with poison,It just kills my horizon.I remember everything that you say,But let me find my way.Mama let my heart go,Mama let your sonhttp://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2010/02/son-shine-never-comes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-1883512373457139535Sat, 30 Jan 2010 12:35:00 +00002010-01-30T18:19:00.719+05:30dignityhungerLifeIt was dark and quiet. A lonely street in the nearby vicinity was deserted only to be acquired by the dogs which often barked to amplify the silence of that lonely dark street. Leaves on the trees were still, and the stars hid themselves behind the clouds. People have long back retired in their homes. It was as if all were waiting; waiting for the sun to interfere.In that lonely, dark street http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2010/01/half-baked-chapatti.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-2306535251254017244Sun, 24 Jan 2010 14:17:00 +00002010-01-24T20:00:13.827+05:30angerguilthappinessloveDear S,Today when I am writing this letter, I am not thinking about you but all the men you have been with, all of them who were behind you and after you, the flowers, the letters, the phone calls exchanged to choke you, to annihilate you. Yes, today I am thinking about all of it. But it is to you, S, that I am writing this letter, my last letter. I know you’re not the same though I admire you http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-letter-part-2.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-8298589958095494756Tue, 05 Jan 2010 08:31:00 +00002010-01-05T14:17:35.054+05:30angerexistenceguiltletterloveOn a lovely morning of the first day of January two letters arrived at his doorstep. Letters at this early hour of the day did surprise him a bit. More so because normally only letters he received were letters of rejections that he got from numerous publication houses. We regret to inform you that your story has been rejected.Rejections did not annoy him anymore, it simply bored him now. However,http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-letter.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-7774329997212966931Wed, 16 Sep 2009 09:09:00 +00002009-09-16T15:04:38.097+05:30 <!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2009/09/put-guitar-on-your-pelvis-and-you.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-448161749356640940.post-8462535357291168176Thu, 25 Jun 2009 07:08:00 +00002009-06-25T12:42:20.980+05:30Lazy MadmanLifeSupertrampThoughtsDear friends and fellow travelers,It has almost been a year since I wrote my last blog post. And to add insult to my moribund blog, I deleted all my previous blog entries out of frustration last month. But here I am, back again. I would need all your support and encouragement. Just as before, I will continue to share my abstract thoughts with you.Cheers,Lazy Madman P.S: From here on, you can http://lazymadman.blogspot.com/2009/06/coming-back-to-life.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Neeraj)4