The Social Experiment

I am not a writer, at the very least I never dreamt of trying to be one. I have always wanted to be one too many things, I’ve had the creative inclinations of all kinds, you can name it. I’ve been a rock star in the depths of my imagination and I have actually performed on stage ‘sweet child of mine’ on various nights at the local watering hole with a band who are professionals. Think it was not bad or else they wouldn’t invite me a second time or the multiple times after that whenever they wanted to do the cult classic from GNR. I love to dance and will take the stage anytime whenever there is a thump in the beat. I would dance till the very end and by that time I will be struggling with the life out of me to catch up on my breath which is trying to escape at supersonic speeds. If only we could fuel our jet fighters with the spirit from which we manage ourselves to get by everyday. I guess saving the economy from fueling into wars takes more than just goodwill and high spirits.

Bravo Kshitij, you have digressed from the topic on your technically the very first ever blog.

I really didn’t know any better since I recently met a great gal, very intelligent oh yes, just the type I like. Type you ask? I don’t have a type, I really don’t have a type, just saying it again so it does sound dramatic enough. If you can make me dream while being wide awake, you have got the type. Somehow intelligent types makes it much easier for me to dream, so there was this one. Really inspiring and that’s where I learned that writing can de-stress you. Such a small little word for something that feels so huge on our weak little shoulders. Stress can weaken the shoulders of even Mike Tyson, I don’t know what else there could be that would drive a man to such an extent that he bites someone’s ear off. Dude, you got some serious issues and that makes me fret less over my silly little issues and of course flying off the handle on trivial matters. So I tried to give it a shot, but how do I get inspired enough to write something, the big question mark and it occurred to me I could run a social experiment (thanks, finally phhhh…) very simple and which didn’t involve too much of writing skills. Can you imagine at this day and age when you can’t get likes and comments on a magnificent and intellectually stimulating theatrical play. Little did I realize that our nation is very famous for its vibrant film industry “Bollywood”. Hmmm I wish we didn’t have to at least rip off the name just to garner attention. We have a big identity with the kind of creativity that this nation is rich of. I don’t control these things and they never bothered to check with me when they decided we’re a shameless bunch of idiots and nobody would notice the very obvious name similarity. Anywho, the social experiment worked, it really did and so beautifully it did. I had a one complete and the very lonely only one like. Aha, just as I expected, my detective turrets started to kick in, but I waited for a day and gave people one day benefit of doubt. In cricket a batsman is sometimes given the same benefit of doubt and can result in deciding the very fate of the match. So why can’t I give them a break, people are looking for a break anyway on Facebook? Or so they had me believe. If a new born child has already had an account on facebook since when he was just barely visible on the ultrasound, dude that is not taking a break on cyber space. You live there and now your rent is up and it’s time to cough up money. Alas, your existing cyber currency in down much like the Indian Rupee. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy the odd joke on replacing diamonds with the highly overpriced onions, haha and the persistent beating that poor Rajnikant takes over his super (in)human capabilities. But please don’t tell me that your life is relevant only when you have so bravely put up a status about the sumptuous feast you just had and the “likes” on the social network validates the amount of fun you’re having. Good for you man, whatever keeps your belly growing and makes you happy :). I’ve even put a smiley face next to it so you can’t say that I was angry at you. I would be just as happy as you are if eating a wholesome meal could rest the debate that has been going on inside my empty head. Yes, it is empty or else you wouldn’t hear echos of non stop thoughts over anything and everything under the sun. So I think. Let me introduce myself; I’m a Thinker. I am certainly not a natural writer but I do have thoughts. Right, who doesn’t? everyone has them and there is no joy known to mankind than to share a similar thought or an opinion perhaps. So I finally decide to write and how did I ever find the flow to write I still am pretty clueless. I wrote and I didn’t realize where this was going but I did have an idea of the anger I had over the stupidity on Facebook, that’s my opinion, you are entitled to have yours, kudos!! You’re halfway through and the end is nearer than before. Also I did want to share my experience not by explanations of what I witnessed but rather by urging people to give it a thought. I had seen only yesterday ‘The Vagina Monologues’ (not Vaginal) and didn’t these women just came from some place that I never knew existed. They dazzled me with their performances and the sheer bravery and brilliance of theatre art made you go up and down inside your mind and sometimes both positions at the same instant. Those were some power packed vaginas, yep I don’t even know why this is such a difficult word to touch your lips. Go down on a woman and kiss her lips with yours it’s not that hard. Maybe it’ll help you be a man and say that was cuntastic. I don’t mean it in a derogatory way, cunts are fantastic. We all lived in very close proximity to one for nine months before we saw the light at the end of the tunnel or is it the beginning if I may correct myself. I do urge all to please read my rant, I have placed a link at the bottom so you could please pay a visit and give it a like. I didn’t think I would need so many affirmations and certainly didn’t realize it will run this far on the first day. If you think it’s worth talking over please do comment and your honesty would be greatly appreciated :). This is an open discussion and I would like it if you had something/ anything to say about it and keep me connected. Thanks for all the few likes and comments of Facebook, I’m happy with the few as well and mind you these are people you can have an intelligent conversation with.

The journey to self realization is a long one I assume. But why do I suddenly feel so light and liberated like all weight of the suffocating anger is rushing away from me.The Social experiment worked, I feel stoked and don’t know if I’m probably up, possibly down but I feel relaxed.

I wrote, that was my social experiment.

P.s. I’ll try to be less fragmented and incoherent. Nah not really, maybe a little bit, if you say the magic word.

the link – https://www.facebook.com/kshitij.arora.5876/posts/10151859852978767

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