Adnan Farooqui

Its 5:24 A.M, slowing tunes playing in the background, just finished watching superbad (Seth Rogen's ugliness is oddly fascinating btw) and lamenting over the fact that I have to devote time to my studies too as the biology book stares back at me and says dude, when the fuck will you actually give time to our relationship? (I'm just deciphering what it said to me in book language), Studying is something which should be my prime concern at the moment, but we all are the masters of our fate eh? The self acclaimed kings of the world, the most intelligent of them all and whatever the fuck not, some common beliefs, or rather excuses to cover laziness I presume (to which I've grown quite fond to), are just …….. orgasmic

All right ladies and gentlemen, the motion before the house today is that this house believes that we can make sense out of whatever the fuck that's been written here…… Yeah like that's happening! (author rolls eyes)

Coming down to more pressing issues (no, there's no sexual context to this word), What I've tried to always do, is to somehow bend time to my will, to find some way in which I could stop wasting time and that time starts wasting me (literally), but this just doesn't happen, in any possible way, even if I place fullstops here. Here. And even here. Time just doesn't wait, not for me, not for you and certainly not for any goody two shoe asshole. So that just got me thinking (that's usual, don't give me that look) what if I just try to not be lazy? Yaaay! I have found the holy grail to becoming an intelligent douchebag with a 9 to 5 job aallaadaa fuckin' daaah!

Then ladies, after this startling discovery of mine, I turn on the news, I see people protesting violently against loadshedding and I hear the authorities say that everything is going to be okay, (no fucking idea when), I see victims of a brutal act of terrorism and again I hear the authorities say that everthing is going to be okay (yeah, like you can bring those lives back you morons), I see the common man dying of hunger and I hear the authorities say that everything is going to be okay (yes, we all saw you eating like pigs in that big fucking hotel), I see the chains of poverty, illiteracy, unemployment, thirst, hunger and desolation suffocate a meager man and yet again I hear the authorities say that everything is going to be okay (who the hell are you trying to hoodwink anyway?) and then It just dawned upon me, when this simple sentence can be used after we rationally substantiate all of the problems that we (read, common man) face in the harsh world of today, why can't I just manipulate the implication of this very sentence to cater to my vested interests? Tricky eh?

So the next time anybody bites your ass for something you wouldn't like to do at that moment, tell 'em everything's gonna be okay (hell, the authorities do that all the time!), even if it screws up your whole life (well that's just for you to decide) So, sit back, relax and enjoy the pleasures that this single sentence can bring you. You might just light up your favorite smoke while you're at it.