Merry Christmas

Ok, I am a little late but here's something.
Santa died, I hung him under Article 42 of North Arctic Law
So remember to thank your parents, yes.
And..... I won't be posting every Monday most probably once the Winter break ends, or damn, even in the middle of it because I'm in a brain stream and a I really feel I'm onto something.

So yes, Merry Christmas, (Belated) and a Happy Hannukah (Also belated).
Oh god, my timings suck.
Anyway, stay good guys. The Daitya is ONTO something and he'll be on it till the end.

I think Santa's elves want revenge....

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Killing The Killer

"After what happened in Peshawar everyone can't seem to stop complaining about what happened. Sure, it was horrible and inhuman but we can't do anything. There's no point in just shouting "Those responsible must die!"
Why do you want them to die? An eye for an eye? An eye for an eye just ends up making everyone blind....
Open your eyes. Acknowledge what happened. Pay your respect to the victims and those that suffer from their loss.
Don't curse the fact something like this happens, because it does there's only one thing we can do about it. Respect the victims
And be grateful that YOU haven't come a misfortune like what happened in Peshawar"

That's something by a friend of mine, Aradhya Khurana.
I totally agree with this. Yes, 132 lives lost, but I don't think killing the killers is the solution. After all, one does not simply bite back the dog that bit you.
Innocent lives lost. The Taliban's supposed retaliation to a military offensive. Woah. Great, kill the children of course, cowardly, and say it was all revenge?
Honestly, if Pak doesn't put an end to the Taliban in their territory after this kind of a wake-up call, I don't know what will.

But, I'm by your side.
I think the Taliban already attacked children once.
Looks like Malala became a pose of inspiration, even going on to become one of the most influential people and winning a noble prize.
You knew it Taliban, don't mess with the kids.


The schoolboy, tucked in uniform, said goodbye to his mother
Into his school he went, oblivious to the presence of another
Scaled the wall 9 cowardly men, hopes to kill the helpless,
No wonder on the Judgement, they were deemed soulless.


Once, rang the bell! Shouting warning.
The children kneeled, the children kneeled.
Twice, rang the bell! Pleading mercy.
Didn't they feel, oh, didn't they feel?


What revenge would they take,
On hearts innocent,
And intentions pure?


Whose cowardly act was this,
Whose bullets sent,
At the bodies of young?

The rain of bullets
Fell upon the brave
The pain of the fallen
Aren't shared by the ones who rave.

We're just an innocent bystander. 
All we'll do is protest
For the rulers rule, they've gotta get it right
Or coup d'état ; you know the rest

I don't have any words for this atrocity

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Imprisoned

You know, that moment, when all you want to do is shut everything out?
A fortress of solitude?
Imprison yourself?
Cause that's when nothing else matters...

Close, your ears,
So the words, can't, hurt, you...
Close,  your mind,
When your thoughts start feeling blue

Close, your eyes
When the visions disturb
Shut out the noise,
Just if the voices reverb

Don't feel the pain, cause
The November rain
Can be beared
But not
your flesh seared
 On a grill of hatred,
 So free yourself, 
 From the grasp
 Just to imprison yourself
 Till your lungs rasp

When all that glitters is gold
Shield yourself from the bold
Imprison yourself, stranglehold
For the raiders are ice-cold 

My prison might be a hellhole,
But it's my OWN hellhole
Everybody's gotta play their role
Solitude stands on a sharp pole

Shut out the world 
Hide in your bunker
For when the truth is curled
Don't trust Guthy Renker
 My fortress of solitude, it seems
 Can't hold out everything
 My soul screams
 For a moment of loneliness
 The crowd is scaring
 Me.
 I, don't react
 Just swell up inside
 Struggling to keep
 Intact
 My mind
 Shan't
 Weep

My prison is my armor
My solitude a weapon
My loneliness my shield
But my happiness?
My belonging?
Stays but a achilles heel
In the middle of the densest defence
Of imprisonment 

Signing out,

Defend the dreams, but dont just yet free them

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 
 

Do You Like Piña Coladas?

So, we all love the idea Rupert Holmes had-
You know this gal, things go a little boring for you. 
You're both looking for an ESCAPE!
You go finding the woman you really need-
To find it it's just her, the one you've known your entire life,
But never really known

So, here is my advertisement, folks (Please stop laughing it's only for the school magazine. STAHP LAUGHING!)


If you like Piña Coladas
Getting caught in the rain
If you like OCD people,
With nothing to gain
If you can handle all my trash
Write it off as who I am
Then my heart's for you to crash
Just don't be too rash

If you like being ignorant
Can handle a man depressed
And though I'm half a man
Even Imps need to be caressed
If you like the winters
Totally cold and dry
Then yeah don't hinder
Catch me in the rye

If you like the insomniacs
Coping with the pain
If you like Piña Coladas
Getting caught in the rain
If you're searching for El Dorado
In a quest of mystery
I might be but a shadow (Of myself)
The rest will be history

If you believe in unicorns
Ponies and dragons alike
If you can slide into free fall
I'm the man you call
If you like watching films at midnight
In the rest of drape
I'm the one you've been looking for
Come to me and escape

If you can stop my pain
Call this number now
If you like Piña Coladas
Getting caught in the rain

OK, I did variations and shizz but in the end it's....
Ok ya I admit it it's too cheesy but it counts as a blog post.

Signing out,

Not many people like Piña Coladas...

JustAnotheRandomGuy

A Year, a Year, a Year For The Blog!

Ach Mein Gott!
Never imagined it would come so far...
Let's see-
1568 page views!
India, USA, France, Poland, Russia, Romania, Vietnam, Germany, Ukraine, Spain, Singapore and Czech Republic!

Thank you all! It is for you that I perform, audience, cause on the web, you can say all you want, but unless there is someone hearing as good as you, we might just keep on blabbering to ourselves.

I was pretty lonely, honestly.
A lonely nihilist who found a vent to take out his trash-
But, apparently, it wasn't a vent, and it wasn't trash.

You know that terrific moment, when, you just know, someone is listening
Someone is listening on the other side!
Someone is out there
Someone
Somebody
Anybody
Appreciation followed
So, I guess.
Thanks for being such a good listener. 
Sometimes, I did imagine it myself to be empty.

"

‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,   

   Knocking on the moonlit door;

And his horse in the silence champed the grasses   

   Of the forest’s ferny floor:

And a bird flew up out of the turret,   

   Above the Traveller’s head:

And he smote upon the door again a second time;   

   ‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.

But no one descended to the Traveller;   

   No head from the leaf-fringed sill

Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,   

   Where he stood perplexed and still.

But only a host of phantom listeners   

   That dwelt in the lone house then

Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight   

   To that voice from the world of men:

Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,   

   That goes down to the empty hall,

Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken   

   By the lonely Traveller’s call.

And he felt in his heart their strangeness,   

   Their stillness answering his cry,

While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,   

   ’Neath the starred and leafy sky;

For he suddenly smote on the door, even   

   Louder, and lifted his head:—

‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,   

   That I kept my word,’ he said.

Never the least stir made the listeners,   

   Though every word he spake

Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house   

   From the one man left awake:

Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,   

   And the sound of iron on stone,

And how the silence surged softly backward,   

   When the plunging hoofs were gone.

"

 Walter de la Mare's, The Listeners

And you did listen, yeah.
Thank you. 
Thank you.
For this madman needed a friend, and you were one in the time of need.

As Tears Go By

No more neglecting this. The blog is a part of me.

 Signing out,

I don't have anything cynical to say,...

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 

Welcome To Your Lie

I don't like this world.
Yeah. But it is pretty big and shit, so I  might just see all of it before I end up leaving it.
Plus, there's the food, so...
Hypocrites. Morals and views change at a moments glance to please the masses.
There's enough reason to hate it.
Let me quote the Silver Surfer, the cosmic entity visitor who we did not greet.....properly.

"Of all the worlds I've known, of the myriads of planets upon which I've trod...

Never have I known a race so filled with fear... with dark distrust... with the seeds of smoldering violence!....
As this.... which calls itself....
HUMANITY! "

Silver Surfer, from 

Silver Surfer: When Lands The Saucer!

Mood: Bitch on Human Bitches!  

I don't like this world at all.

Phonies. Yeah, I like that word. Phonies. 

Give me a fake layer
Something to dream upon
Get the praise higher,
Cause as if there's no one to recon

I don't like this world so much, I often leave it.You know how?
I dream.
I dream of kingdoms. 
I dream of a life 
I dream of wars
Hallucinations of endless strife

I dream of success
Visions of a happy future
I dream of excess
Thoughts are but a tumor

I keep dreaming,
in a coma of endless sleep.
But how can you follow your dreams,
When you recline asleep.

Now you can dream big
You can dream small
I like to dream, but
Let's not let them turn into
Hallucinations

Something inspirational by Shonda Rhimes-

Wake up people
Let's stop dreaming

All goes wrong when you question your own existence

Just AnotheRandom Guy