Frailties. The beautifully meaningless human frailties.

I am going to plow on with my nihilistic rant. In case you do not wish to put yourself in a state of distress, it is recommended that you not go any further.

ஆணாத செல்வத்து அரம்பையர்கள் தற்சூழ,

வானாளும் செல்வமும் மண்ணரசும் யான்வேண்டேன் ,

தேனார்பூஞ் சோலைத் திருவேங்கடச் சுணையில்,

மீனாய்ப் பிறக்கும் விதியுடையேன் ஆவேனே

In what is clearly an assault on human intelligence and evolution, some of the songs these days-irrespective of language, have lyrics that would seem to perfectly justify a nuclear catastrophe on the entire planet just so that we do not have to listen to these drivelling and obnoxious little twits. It is at this point of inspection and philosophizing that I made an even more profound observation: I had grown old.

Generally, I am not one to shush the little kids with their black tees and low slung jeans at the restaurants, nor am I the one to start conversations with the nuances of the misra chapu and the thani that I had heard recently; nor do I mock the friends when they make corny observations about certain aspects of certain aspects of the opposite sex, say for instance, dressing style, etc. I do not outrage over the glossy third rate content of times of india, nor am I concerned about the many other disgusting things like sexual pervasiveness that go on in the name of sexual freedom, and so forth.

Recently, I have been doing only this. I whine. Much worse than I used to in the past, which would make my current persona quite persona non grata in any circle, even the old people. I am becoming more interested in radha kalyanam as opposed to a real radha getting married to a friend of mine. All I can talk about is theology and the absurdities around us inspite of the many beautiful things that I should actually be talking about. 

I was previously disillusioned and apathetical. Now, I am contemptuous. Of life, of love, of victories, of defeats, of money(not really), of women, of marriages, of cricket, of beauty, and of the many things that people of my age should apparently enjoy and suffer. I have begun to hate the dual nature of this life that apathy seems to be a great anodyne, when you simply do not have to react to the changes and move on and live life as if you were a great big lump of resource sucking greedy human born to live and die for some strange random reason; death seems to be the mortal cure for all human atrocities.

I am sick and tired of everything, of the stupid optimists, of the irritating pessimists, of the realists, of the pretentious pompous clowns of the intelligentsia, of the helpless bourgeoisie, of my friends, my family, of the people around me, and of my own self. Forget pot, we should make voluntary euthanizing legal.

செடியாய வல்வினைகள் தீர்க்கும் திருமாலே
நெடியானே வேங்கடவா நின்கோயிலின் வாசல்
அடியாரும் வானவரும் அரம்பையரும் கிடந்தியங்கும்
படியாய்க் கிடந்து உன் பவளவாய் காண்பேனே

ps: feels good to note that I can still write a blog like I used to, being old and all that.