Idiot thoughts

I can't read. Even if I want to and try to I can't. All my friends are well read intellectual farts and they make me feel small. I heard once that there is a man called Dostoyevsky (thankyou google spell check!) and he wrote a book called The Idiot.

I haven't read it, of course, and so I ask anyone who has read it and happens to like it to excuse themselves from the drivel that follows this sentence. Anyone with a name as serious sounding as Mr. D mentioned in the previous paragraph, must have vast knowledge about idiots and their ways. In fact, I'm quite sure it will be like reading about myself and so I must stop referring to idiots in third person.

But why did a man as important sounding as Mr. D write a book like this? Is it because he was quite sure that us idiots would never read his works anyway? Or that even if we tried we won't understand? I must say he is quite right in that, cos I don't understand most of the stuff people talk about. I use the tips one of my wise friends told me. Here is what she said.

So, as I was saying, I can't read. And because I can't read, I won't know what idiots are like. 'Tis a cruel cruel world. Whatever happened to that famous line - 'everyone is equal'? Or is it called a phrase? Well whatever the term is, I think I'm pretty sure I remember the words in that one right.

Sigh.. I've thought too much today. So much better to just vegetate.

Bangalore is a beautiful city. Its MY boutique city. Especially on sunday afternoons. Its so lazy.. convinces you to give in.. forget the madness of a meaningless life.. and just soak in all the sun.

Its a pity all the expressions I have used until now are not original.. Words always trivialise. Every feeling is mass manufactured. Its just pumped into you so well that you have no choice but to think feel and verbalise the way others have.

Think about it... all our lives are nothing but merely over used cliches.

So, did you have a nice day? :)