We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. We are all part of the same compost heap.
Believe in whatever philosophy you may. Essentially, the purpose of any human being’s life; at least in a skewed perspective, would be to live with maximum luxury and comfort. Every single person craves for materialistic goods/services that ‘enhance’ the ‘standard of living’. Human want is the singular phenomenon that drives the entire global economy. We all splurge the little money we have buying fancy mobiles, laptops, cars, bikes, jewelery; even ‘fairness creams’ and hair gels; all of them obnoxiously-overpriced. The biggest potential, human resource, is squandered for all the luxuries! We swear by all the crap we see in television and internet. We work ultra-long hours to buy ‘branded’ stuff we really don’t need! And in the end, to quote Tyler again: “The goods you own end up owning you.”
Don’t believe me? Check this out. You just bought a hip Nokia N82 handset. It burned a huge hole in your pocket; it ate up your salary for a month. But you’re content. You click hot chicks at the workplace in 5 megapixels. You blare:“It’s my life!” at top-volume waking up your neighbours during the Power cut. You download porn at breakneck speeds using AirTel GPRS all day and all night. But one fine morning while showing your handset off in the bus-stop, one kid grabs it off your hand and bolts. You run your lungs out trying to follow him, but the kid’s a pro. Your 86 kilo frame tugs you down, and you fall on the footpath tired. Then you call the AirTel office: “Hey smartass!! I f**ing lost my mobile! Better block the sim or I’m goanna blow your bloody balls off!”. The customer service executive puts your line on mute, swears worse expletives back, unmutes, and replies sweetly on what to do. (He too needs that 15k badly!) You waste days at the police station filing your complaint, you get a new sim for Rs 112. You file your IMEI number to the vigilance. And you wait, and wait and wait. You lose your sleep over your girlfriend whom you haven’t called… you don’t feel hungry.
You feel like your very existence is skewed. It doesn’t end there… You haven’t paid your rent of 7k. The electricity bill of 2k. You haven’t filed your Tax returns either! There’s not a pie in your account. You blew it all on the 82! You ask ‘friends’ but they too haven’t got a buck either; they either splurged all their money or are unwilling to lent money considering your ‘debt’ record or both. You get kicked out of your flat. You’re reprimanded by your boss for missing a day’s work, you’re dumped by your girlfriend for not calling her up on time, and you don’t have a place to stay. You’re broke. Your N82 ended up owning your life!
But hey, what if every bloody human in God’s big Earth stops spending?! Crisis!! And the R-word everyone’s trying to fend off with bated breath: RECESSION!! How did America, self-proclaimed-World-police, inch closer to recession? Simple, again. Americans splurged borrowed money like hell. The banks who lent them money went broke, and now they have no where to borrow. So they simply cannot spend! That means companies can’t sell their stuff. And that translates to plummeting incomes. Which again means pink-slips by the thousands. And the cycle goes on from bad to worse to worst. *Poof!* dies the American dream!!
Now, let me share some details about me: I’m among the shabbiest, uncoolest guys in my college. My wardrobe’s far from chic. My mobile’s centuries old. I don’t even own a pair of clean shoes. I don’t own a bike, I’m a perennial bus-commuter. Rarely do I comb my hair and/or shave. My academics aren’t respectable either. But I’m reasonably content. I have a horde of guys and gals; some of the best human beings on Planet Earth (<-citation needed!) as my close friends. I have a blog with at least 10 unique readers a day. And yeah, I even have a neat bank balance. I have a reason to live and a quarter life crisis to survive! I’m happy!
Let me end this post with a few quotes from Fight Club:
Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. 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.
And btw, watch ‘Fight Club‘ if you haven’t. It’s one of the greatest movies ever made! See it three times, and you’ll agree with me. Period.
[There won’t be any posts in this blog for some time since my exams start on the 29th of July and I have a LOT to learn! But please keep visiting and commenting… I’ll try to reply to all the comments in-between.]