Songs of the not-so innocent

I am not a doctor. I don't cure people or save lives. I am not an engineer. I don't build anything useful. I am not a scientist. I don't discover anything that would benefit mankind. I am not an artist. I don't make paint, sculpt, or envision anything that could be  art. I am not a carpenter. I don't craft wood into furniture. I am not a teacher. I don't inspire others to seek knowledge or help them understand. I am not a soldier. I don't defend my country. I am not a journalist. I don't seek the truth or expose the evil in this world. But then, who does? I am not a banker. I don't take care of anyone's life savings. I am not a policeman. I don't keep my fellow citizen safe. I am not a gardener. I don't nurture a single seed into a tree. I am not a chef. I don't make anything that would satiate hunger. I am not a driver. I do not ferry people to their destinations. I am not a writer. I don'...

Inspired by a true story February 2010. At 10pm, it was business as usual at a popular pub in Bandra. The Brownian motion of the crowd kept the place heaving tolerably. The early birds had cadged all the worn tables and the rest arranged themselves in higgledy-piggledy fashion around the horseshoe bar. The music was good, the beer flowed and the bouncer/manager's dark glasses reflected the mellow yellow lights. They'd also see two guys in their late 20s standing in a nook, holding mugs of beer and politely swaying out of the way of everyone else. U and A were making desultory small talk, as meaningful conversation was almost impossible over the blaring music. It didn't matter; the cold satisfaction of every bitter sip hitting the throat was enough. Suddenly, a cheery voice hailed U. Turning around, he saw S, an old school friend, jammed amidst a bunch of others at a corner table. After the greetings and hugs, space was made for both guys, but at opposite sides of the ...

Copyright: Zach Weinersmith And that's why it's ridiculously tricky to talk to someone you're crushing on.  Jokes apart, a change of calendar has occurred. Which gives us an excuse to be irrationally hopeful/optimistic about our lives. The opportunity to delude ourselves into believing the slates of our actions and choices can be wiped clean. That we can drastically alter our personalities into more charming and winning ones. And, the not-giving-a-flying-fuck universe will make things happen so that we may find happiness . Quite. Thought for the year: When there are fish aplenty in the sea, it's best not to fall for the mermaid.   Okay, I'm done being myself. Time to don the mask of cheer for a bit. Make the best of 2016, everyone. Song for the moment: No more Mr. Nice Guy - Alice Cooper