On politics

They say humans are social animals; that they like to be in the company of others rather than be alone.

I’d say this no longer holds truth. Humans have long since evolved from just being social buggers to being political fiends. Face it, society just loves politics! Individuals try to make themselves better than others. If pure hard work fails, they’ll strike below the belt to make sure the competitors fail or are hindered in some way. Individuals with a similar school of thought amalgamate and do the same thing, but this time in a group. In small sections of society these groups are formed. Even in these groups, there are politics between different persons. Rumours and gossiping soon follows and larger groups split into smaller ones, merge into other groups and so on.

The time has long past since we were just satisfied with being social. Like it or not, politics has taken a hold of our lives and will do so in the foreseeable future. It isn’t always a bad thing, more of a defence mechanism than anything else; but we should take care that we keep it under finger and not the other way round.

Torrents: The Internet’s Response to Booze

P2P was undoubtedly one of the great inventions of the Noughties. It invoked applause, scorn, legal issues and even conspiracy theories; just like alcohol. And like alcohol does a lot more than heat you up when you’re cold, P2P does a lot more than allow you to “share files easily”.

Some people I know are so addicted to it that downloading all sorts of things is the only reason for them using the internet; they are the bums of the internet. The Webums. These webums are not necessarily social recluses, nor could you spot one from a distance. It’s when you touch upon the subject that the litmus turns red. They just can’t stop bragging about how much “gigs” they’ve downloaded this month.

Almost all of them have long download queues in their bittorrent clients, and their computers never shut down. They keep downloading all kinds of stuff from the internet- movies, the latest songs, the latest software and sitting high up there on the clouds, PORN. Illegally, I might add. Some even take orders.

It’s pathetic.

If you are a webum and you are reading this, pause that download and look at what else the internet has to offer. You’re missing out on a lot of memes, guys.

OMG, iPHONE. ORGASM.

So the iphone was released. Big deal. Its just a fucking phone. I don’t understand all these legions of perennial losers who queue up in front of stores a day before a new product is released, just so they can get their smelly little fat hands on that piece of gadgetry before anyone else does and go ballistic. Sweet mother of God, it’s a fucking piece of over-hyped circuitry- a million others are going to own it. Who the fuck cares whether you were the one who first bought it? It’s not like you’re creating history…. the manufacturers already covered that part of the deal.

Same was the case with the xbox360, the ps3 and now the iphone. Steve Jobs must be laughing his head off at the hordes of people just dying to make out with their iphones. Can’t these people fathom the simplest of logic that they’re wasting precious hours of their miserable lives just to buy a piece of equipment that’s in mass production in a gazillion factories? It’s not like they’re gonna run out of iphones. Just take it easy, godamnit…. there’s enough for everyone.

Voodoo Schmoodoo

I’m usually not one of those people who link co-incidence with destiny and other such ‘divine’ occurrences, but sometimes such things interest me, rather, amuse me.

I made a discovery a few months ago which I forgot all about about soon, but suddenly remembered it. I was browsing the covers of Rolling Stone magazine one day, and stopped at one. I just stared and stared at it, not knowing what to think. It was the November 17, 1988 edition of Rolling Stone:

Notice anything peculiar? To the person who doesn’t know me, maybe not. But a person who does would notice the co-incidence here. Let me explain the situation a bit.

The date in question happens to be my date of birth. The band on the cover happens to be one my most favourite bands. Guns n’ Roses was first featured on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine on the same date. Despite my musical horizons broadening, I feel some weird relation to this band, and whenever I hear their music, my heart is at ease. Now I know this sounds like some stupid fan-boy shit, but believe me, I am never a ‘fan’ of anyone or anything. I’m ever an admirer or a connoisseur, never a fanatic. Whether to dismiss my thoughts as pure stupidity or to share my amusement is up to you, ’cause it doesn’t affect me at all. As far as I’m concerned, my itch to post this has been satisified.