My love for U2's POP

There are two kinds of people in the world, those who love U2 and those who've not heard of U2.

There might be a third kind of people who don't like listening to U2, but they'll soon be eradicated from this planet for having a shitty taste in music.

Now, if you were born recently, you might not know about the band, which is a horrible thing and you must educate yourself instantly. That's that about the band, but I want to talk about the album called POP. There are great U2 albums, and there is POP. There is no measure of what POP is, no comparison. Leave everything that U2 has done musically, and you can't compare it to POP. It is something else in its entirely. It feels like the band was touched by angels when they were writing and composing this album.

Back when POP was released in 1997, lot of people hated that album because U2 switched from their conventional sound to electronic loops and samples in this album, and that fact, in my mind, made it one of the greatest music compilations I have ever heard. Hell, even Bono said that he didn't like POP as much as their other works. But Bono can't be right all the time.

From the first song Discotheque to the last song Wake Up Dead Man, the band goes through a journey and takes the listener with them, too. Listening to this album opened up my mind in so many ways that it is 90% responsible for making me what I am today.

I remember I bought the cassette of POP for 90 rupees when I was in school and the first time I played it in my tape deck, the cassette reel got caught in the deck. It was so badly tangled that I had to cut it out and do some emergency surgery on it and because of that, I've missed a part of the MOFO from the album and even today when I hear that song, my mind goes through a dissonant phase for a second. That was then, I think I still have that cassette stashed somewhere, but I'd be hard pressed to find a player for that.

Now, what makes this album so great is the fact that each song is an emotional trip in its own. The music takes you through a spectrum of emotions, it makes you want to dance, it makes you want to headbang, it makes you remember that one special night, and it makes you want to break down in tears at all the beauty in the world that you'll never get to see.

The energy, the beauty, the poetry, the anguish and the anger in the album just bleeds into your soul till you can't tell Bono's angry howls from your own.

It really is a life changing experience to listen to this album and if you're still a POP virgin, you need to de-virginize your ears immediately.

That's all I have to say about this, I am gonna listen to POP for another hour or two.




Why Comments Suck

There was a long long time ago when comments were all the rage on blogs. People used to leave comments left, right and center and that's how most of the early blogs got traction and became popular.

Heck, back when Steve Novak used to blog at My Brain Hates Me (the blog is dead now) his comment threads used to go to 100s of comments in 5-10 minutes of him publishing a new post. Even I used to love getting comments when I used to write stories on this blog. Every time you got a mail that someone commented on the blog, it used to be a rush.

And that was the time when we didn't have Internet in our phones and the only way to check my email was to walk to the cybercafe and if the place was full of people, you had to wait for your turn.

This is same as your father telling you that he used to walk to school barefoot and in boiling sand.

Yeah, I've been on the internet a long time and I know this shit.

Back to the topic of comments. The problem, I feel, with comments is that no one really gives a fuck on the internet. You might be getting comments from people saying that your blog post or your work of art was the hottest shit they've seen, but you've to wonder why they're leaving that comment, what is their motivation behind that comment, is it genuine or if they're just fucking around with you.

On the rare chance a person leaves a genuine comment, how valid is their opinion? Is that opinion an informed opinion or the opinion of just another dumbfuck who will ingest everything that is thrown his/her way.

Let's look at it this way, we're living in a world where tv shows like Honey Boo Boo are getting second and third seasons and good men are dying like flies in wars fought in lands they were never even meant to step in. In our good country, movies that make absolutely no sense are doing business worth crores and there are children begging on every fucking streetlight and tourist attraction.

Why is this happening? This happens because people turn a blind eye to unpleasant things and whatever bullshit they see, they want to forget it, even if it's for three hours in a dark movie theatre or hours spent sitting in front of the television, vegetating till you fucking die of heart disease.

And these are the people leaving comments on blogs. Heck, even the lower denominator than this. These are the people liking and sharing pictures of gods and goddesses on Facebook in hope that it will bring them some amount of luck.

These are the people who have never read a single book and they're fucking proud of it.

Think of it this way, you're wearing your best dress and walking on the road and every person who passes by expresses his/her opinion on how you look and what they think about it.

Do you really want to know all this? Because the joy of 100 people saying that you look beautiful can be destroyed by one person saying that you like a pile shit that has been eaten a puked by a diseased dog. It stings, no matter how hard your skin.

Not allowing comments on your work is the biggest and best way of saying that you just don't give a fuck. You're going to create your shit and people will have to deal with it, one way or the other.

(And anyway, no one leaves comments on blogs these days. It's all just for backlinks and shit)

Summing up, a quote I just saw

"It's very important to create for the sake of creating."‏

Is Discipline Overrated?

I was never much for discipline in life. I think that shit is better left for students, people in army or people who are into organized sports, right? I am most probably wrong, but I don't care. 

Back in the job years, I had a set routine, I used to wake up at 9 or 9.15 AM, rush through a bath and then jump on my bike and ride like hell to office. It was risky, it was dangerous, I had two small accidents on way to office in all these years, and had I been riding slow, I could have avoided them. But, fuck riding slow. Bikes are made for speed and riding slow is a sin. Except when you're on a Bullet Enfield. Riding that bike slow is a way of life. 

Anyway, I'll try not to digress from now on.

My problem with a disciplined lifestyle is that most things in life are not disciplined. The sun rises in the morning, but it never rises at the same time, the rain falls, but it doesn't fall at 9.58 AM on a particular day and year. That's going into details but then, the god and devil both live in details. When something like nature that is all around is so random, then what, I ask, is the point of following a disciplined routine in life. 

Living is basically a game that we're all going to lose and when we spend so much time fucking around with rules and regulations, we don't spend that time having fun and doing things that will make an impact on the world.

By letting go the need of discipline, I don't mean that we should all just give in to the chaos of the world, all that I mean here is that we should stop taking things so seriously. 

We're all going to die, one way or the others, so what's the point in hurting yourself over something that is just simply not in your control.

There was probably a point to this blog post, but I have successfully managed to glaze over that point in the mist of words. 

I'll probably try to be coherent in the next blog post. 

Hit me up on twitter @69fubar for more bullshit. 

The scam of motivation

You know what the Internet is filled with? Porn and scams. 

These two categories are fighting each other so hard that they are almost encroaching into each other's territory.

I bet there are at least one or two porn stars who have given up their career in porn industry and taken up motivational speaking out writing books about motivation.

You look for motivation online and you can find more flavors than Baskin Robbins ice cream. There are four hour work weeks, four hour bodies and minimalism and GTD and what not. There is personal motivation and business motivation and God knows what the fuck all.

What I mean here is that, all these people trying to motivate others are not really doing a good job. The whole world is in a much more chaotic state than say the 80s or the 90s. People are not sure about anything,  shit is changing so fast. More businesses die out than those that actually make a mark.
Every venture like Facebook is built upon the corpses of a thousand kickstarters. 

Why does that happen? Why?

Because people don't want to be motivated. Motivating others is as big as a scam as anything. Hell, I believe that a person can be motivated for a day or two or maybe months, but the overall sum of humanity needs more than motivation to do actual real shit that matters.

As Yoda said, you do or do not, there is no try. Motivation is trying. And trying to do things sucks. Just do shit and be done with it.

Next time someone tries to motivate you to do something,  tell them to fuck off.

The Importance of Pain in Life

Everyone is in pain

Pain is a sign that somewhere things are wrong and it tells you that they can be set right

Physical pain many times is an indication of a deep psychological pain

Pain is the precedent to change, for good or bad, who knows

Pain is progress

Pain is an option to grow

Pain is at times an indicator that you need to shut the fuck up and lay low

Pain at times makes things worse before they get better

Pain is a sign that you fucked up and if you get through this shit, you need to do better next time

Pain is your friend

Pain is a teacher

But, fuck, if you're in constant pain, go see a fucking doctor, cuz philosophy on blogs is much different from the hurt of real life