The Training

Right now I am attending a training session. Instructor is a screwed up guy. He doesn't even know push/pull strategy. The bugger said that when you issue the material inbetween the manufacturing process, it will be push strategy. What you will be doing before pushing the material on the floor? mopping the shop floor or jacking off the machines!!!!!!

Anyway, just got back from a long journey. So I am still imagining as if I am swaying in the train. The exam was bad. It's very hard to clear objective type language exams. Did some shopping. Shoes and shirts and stuff like that. Since I bought new sport shoes yesterday, I am wearing it over formal trousers and shirt. It looks funny. Especially when sport shoes are new and its soul shines over the black background of the upper part.














Now you all bastards will be bored to death to read such type of stuff. You will be wondering 'man, even santa has become bored jack ass'!!! hahaha.. you like it when i experience pain. when i write the first letter of the sentence in small letter. when i tell about her or tell about how i fuck myself over her departure.. you morons..
every person is saddist at the core.. we like when someone is on pain.. we feel good to help such a person, that may be true.. but we feel it even better when such an occasion arises rather feeling better after helping a man.. bcos we like that man in pain.. in sorrow.. in grief.. we show great philanthropy after that.. see every saint, sadhu, baba.. they make you feel dejected.. in pain.. in misery.. if you are poor, they will remind you of rich people.. if you are filthy rich, they will show you poor people and will tell you that money is not ultimate and some shit like spirituality is.. these are the Tooheys of this world.. and so all of us Tooheys.. (refer Fountainhead by Ayn Rand.. there is a character called Ellsworth Toohey..) we suck on others' pain.. we fuck on others' misery..
in the pink floyd album 'The Wall', the protagonist Pink becomes famous and ultimately becomes the dictator of the party whose symbol is Hammer.. the soft, overprotected boy becomes the hammer.. we are all such hammers.. when pink is a schoolboy, he writes about the teachers.. you can see the chain of hammers, the chain of omnipresent saddists and the chain of ever present Tooheys.. here comes 'The Happiest Days of Our Lives'

When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would
Hurt the children in any way they could
By pouring their derision upon anything we did
And exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids
But in the town, it was well known
When they got home at night, their fat and
Psychopathic wives would thrash them
Within inches of their lives.

We are either the teachers or their wives or the soon-be-turning-hammers young students.. but we are one of the three.. we cant run from the hell