- XX Oct, 19XX
The advent of youth confers multifarious frills upon innocence… and that too in proselytizing compulsions most of us give in to. But not all keep their eyes closed through these states of flux. And what results is a scathing, undeniable parody of the blindfolded hopscotch of society- the anti-social.
But he wasn't one. For a person who had withdrawn himself from the society, and had his matured wisdom thrive solely on vicarious feelings and dreamy jaunts, it wasn't difficult to apprehend the hollowness of emotions and the futility of blandishments the masses sought for a peg of so called 'emotions'.
The day was too idle- two hours of nothingness. The last bench was huddled at seeing some nude pics (…) was precariously showing. Yet, it was a fun sitting in last but one row and watching which guy or gal peeked hideously at which gal or guy…
- XX Nov, 19XX
He just never fell a victim to the tedium of idleness, neither to any flirtatious accounts. He rarely spoke, but observed intensely.
Saw two things worth a note today: KMkt is a posh place, litters are cleared daily, yet the jalopy at the roadside has remained untouched, and lies all fusty, layered with grime and cobwebs. Second, an elderly couple came asking me for Asnr. Damn it, it's a place of congested whorehouses and concubines. SA usually rants out his bonking tales whenever he goes there in the class. What's that place got to do with that pathetic couple?....
- XX May, 200X
Things broke out in the ensuing summer. Silence seemed to have stunned his speech. He further withdrew himself in his own. Something seemed wrong with him. Any interaction with the society seemed to intrude his occult, parochial ramblings. He came bogged down with heavy depression. He was shown to a quack. Explanation was easy- full time at home, too shy blah blah blah.
Forced to the outdoors, no change till a week. Then hope dawned again. He didn't speak up, but gone were the depressing bouts. Regained his ecstatic form again, though latched up with taciturnity. Two months gone…and back came those bouts, this time with a more aggravated puissance. Flunked in the papers the first time, referred to the quack again. The git had no explanations this time.
Prevarications and quack remedies followed, but to no avail. The degrading behavior forced him to be shown to some better place. Then came the outcome: Bipolar Disorder. Mighty fancy, he was currently dunked low in a depression. A few weeks passed. Back came the maniac tendencies, which remained cloaked by his segregated individuality. His disorder attracted some of the highfalutin blokes. 'Hey, u know I have a friend who is a bipolar maniac. He does this n that, is like a …' and all flaunting shit. He seemingly hated it. But he remained high on life.
Are these people sane? They all seem fucktards to me. Bickering on topics forced by society, summed up by social niceties, they keep their individuality immured in this stuff. There's nothing called emotions- just a crap. You were born alone and will die alone…
- XX Jan, 200X.
Then turned the coin. People began predicting him. Indecisions, depressions, low creativity…but nobody had a befitting reply to his statements. He changed, as was expected. Fluctuating serotonin levels, recurring catatonia and mania- his eyes saw the world through these changing shades. But his acts began confuting the predictions. What people got to see were more brilliant, though greyer shades of observation-
They say life's in going after your passions. But life has become just creating fake passions in flashy things. Being happy is never being considered being successful. A profusion of desires resides in me, and I live by them. But up to when will this continue? …
- XX Mar, 200X.
Then came what is said a permanent solution to a temporary problem. The world said he gave in to intense depression during his catatonic phase. He used to say the world has given in to a fake life.