The Purpose of Existence

Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler

Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

If you could be either God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose? We're the middle children of history, we have no special purpose or place, and unless we get God's attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption. Maybe because God’s hate is better than His indifference.Which is worse, hell or nothing? Burn the Louvre, wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way, at least God will know your name.

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Adios
A.G

Monday Morning

Good Morning world
It is Monday morning and I am sitting in front of my assigned PC in the infy Campus here in Pune(Phase 2). Our employer has also been liberal enough to give us a CISCO phone, which, by the way, is what most people would term 'Ultracool'.

In other news, I've had a great weekend as was planned. Jha ,though, seems to have taken the eternal question of taking GRE or GMAT a little too seriously.

On another note, Joy surrounds me. I do not know why. Gladness is what I have for my current state of being.
Anyway, I feel like continuing but I cannot think up anything worthwhile to 'write home about' ... Ahh ... Bad pun ... Oh well ...

My iPod has saved me stabbing myself with any sharp object every time I feel bored. Thank you, Apple :) ...

I'm listening to and seeking solace in 'How do you feel tonight' by Bryan Adams as I type these words ... Perfect for now

That's about it from my side for now.

Adios
A.G

This and That

An increasingly alarming feeling of despair and falsified hope engulfs me these days (Thank you Infy)...

Ahh ... Enough whining already

By the way, It's Friday !!! Only an IT engineer would truly understand it's importance :D

A.G

Half Asleep and Half Bored to Death

This mail is proof enough of the fact that I have nothing to do and that I'm conning myself into believing that by typing meaninglessly into oblivion I am actually making use of my time ... Sigh ... If wishes were horses I would ride them ...
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall

A.G