Saturday, December 18, 2004

Mommy mommy..whats a Man?

What is a man? And what defines the lines of distinction between a good man and a bad one? In simplistic terms, a good man is one who follows the law and a bad one doesn't and ends up sooner or later in jail. Yeah, but simplistic terms only serve to define the action of robots. The shades do not end at black and white. There are a whole variety of actions in between. Like if a man is angered beyond all angers. If say he found out the woman he was to be married to was found sleeping with another man. And he gets bloody furious and mad and he wants to cause harm unto the other man. But the law forbids it. So he sits and gets angry about himself. And slowly bit by bit, the fire burns him inside. Dissolves his self-image, burns away his soul. He is a MAN! and he is angry! but he is helpless to act but in not venting his anger, he has fallen into the category of a good man because he has kept the law of not only the criminal justice system, but the law of his God as well. But now he ends up a bitter shell of his former self. Angry at everything because its in his blood now.

What then about the man, who is the boss of a major company. But say this company is losing profit as the result of turbulent economical times. He is worried cause if profits drop anymore, he will no longer be able to afford his luxury car, his private jet, he will no longer be able to support his wife's expenditure or he himself will have to sacrifice his million dollar mansion and maybe move to a smaller house. So instead, he fires 5000 people from his company. He puts 5000 people out a job because he cannot afford to keep them under his payroll. Never mind about their families. Never mind about Christmas this year for them. I mean yeah, its alright, he hasn't broken the law. He still donates money to his church. He's alright. He's a good man...right?

What about the man, who works hard from day to night. Takes care of his kids, pays the bills, eventhough they maybe a little overdue sometimes. The man, who loves his wife, and she loves him in return. He goes out on Friday nights with his friends, drinks a little beer, gambles a little, texas hold'em. But he doesn't go to church or nothing. He taps cable cause the bills are sometimes too high. He lies a little on his taxes. What about him?

Men go about their business, but I believe, there is no distinct right or wrong. Its just part of human nature to try to seperate between the two. No religion or law on this earth can imprison a man because no matter what, he is free. What defines a man is his responsibility towards his actions. If he's a major asshole, then so be it. But he should be responsible for what he is doing. Every decision we make, well we gotta be responsible for it. The good and the bad.

Rudyard Kipling - If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Its a silent prayer for me. In times when the shit hits the ceilang fan, it keeps me calm. This old croney really knows his stuff. I only wish he was still alive so I could ask him for some advice!

What about me? Who am I?

Friday, December 10, 2004

Tikketty boo!

Hmm...well now its official. Marc's got a girlfriend. Good on ya mate! But suckers for me. I'm gonna be losing a good friend. No more wonderful hours of Battlefield 1942 infiltration and execution missions. No more long hours on aerial combat. No more long saturdays of good soccer. No more saturday nights of slacking around. Hmm...its gonna suck but at least now I know just a bit of how it is for people around me when I get into a relationship. Knowing Marc, he and his special girl are going to be together from a long time. Well I think its been a long time coming since he's had her on his mind for a bit. And he's bloody easy to get a long with so she's definitely going to stick yeah...me on the other hand. I've got no problem getting IN-to a relationship, but keeping it going is a knucklebuster. I really think I've got something wrong with me head or heart or whatever...all i think about is magic, war and doing great bloody big things and girls of course. But when I AM with a girl, i get all critical and touchy and pissed...ahh screw it, prolly haven't found my type yet (if there is a type). Good on ya Marc. You'll definitely be a happy couple yeah! But at least for the sake of GOD! buy and PLAY battlefield 2! And Dil, you'd better friggin buy it too and start playing BF1942 again. Where you at? Tried to message you but you were busy again! In other news...i'm sordidly broke. I lost pounds! Not weight. I spend at the very least 800 pounds. I just added all the reciepts together. I've burnt most of them to keep it from my parents. Can any of you singaporeans help me find a job? i can work part time weekends or evenings and stuff. i'm desperate! consolation:mark (with a k) has shown me some pretty awesome things. so god bless him there. just when i lost all faith....i'm rambling aren't i....can some of you blokes that read, leave comments? i'm getting emails but i can't link the comments to the post. there is a little Comment button below each post, click on that and write to me. i can make sense of it then. but if you're still stubborn bastards then an emails fine :) no offence ya, ciao.. :(

Saturday, December 04, 2004

Good to be back at last. Its been a good 2 years or so since I last visited god-friggin england. its freaking cold. freaking cold. i thought new zealand was cold....jeez. My nose is red! Imagine that. And I'm indian. Imagine how cold its gotta be to make a brown nose red. Its so cold..I'm sweating. Seriously. But its nice. Snuggling down into 3 layers of bedclothes. Its gonna sound cliche'd but I think I really do belong in europe. you wouldn't be able to tell by my skin color of course but really, it all seems right. The colors are more vivid. My thoughts more clear. My breath more clean. There are tons of indians here too. Tons. Half the airport is run by us.
Right now I'm the Park Internation Hotel. Very very near central chelsea. took 40 pounds for a taxi to get us here. Can't write much really. I don't feel all that introspective anymore. Its all pouring out, not coming in. zenia, if you're reading this which you should. whats valeries address? they don't have milo here...strange, can't seem to find it AT ALL. even asked my aunt i did...then how? email me quick.

Went to visit a thelemite abbey. Very very mystical. Too much so. I felt almost no magic. It was just history. The power the place held was long dead but held its own wierd power by death. Sorta like a case of absence makes the heart grow fonder. then i went to visit epping forest. now there was magic. it was still very much alive. sorta like this small occult faction, the LOGDOS (london golden dawn occult society) a very thaumaturgical place. magic ran like water. the people were all very nice and normal. they didn't claim anything special but they were capable of quite a bit.

tired, tired, tired, not going to france. scared of spending anymore money. jeez i feel like shite. got an email from amue. says she misses me. then says she met this really great guy she went out with yesterday(todd, you said you had my back!?) bloody hell!! i told her we shouldn't have anything serious...but I was being all romantic and trying to build stuff up...fuck it man, i'm never going to speak my mind to a girl again...at least arsenal won 3-0. chelsea blokes won 4-0. got depressed again when i found out man u won 3-0. what do i really want in my life? i'm feeling horrible. thanks a lot amue....nah i'm not snapping at you. i've got this problem i notice. when i'm with a girl, she says how much she just wants to have my kids and get married and stuff. I kid you not! happened 3 times at least. then i make 1 mistake. just ONE! and it all comes crashing down...wth man...from hero to zero....piss..i bought her something nice too.