Saturday, March 24, 2012

Blabberings of that tiny voice inside me.

On the onset of this writing, I shall recall that I still remain unaware of the reasons that may have lured me into writing such a piece. It has seen its birth when everything else seemed exceedingly surpassed its extremities of boredom, or when you’ve run out of things to preoccupy yourself/bitch about. It is when you don’t find a soulful soul online on your list, and sleep doesn’t drag your eyelids down, or even when David Guetta can’t make you nod to his music, although I think that it is highly impossible.

At the moment, that is what best describes me.

Anyway, point is, this is when I tend to write stuff, concerning random things and give the people around me some thought. And THAT, is what I gravely suspect in having to do something in me writing shit like this.
Throughout this piece, you may often find yourself in the infinite mazes of religion, and would make you speculate that I could be this dude with an increased endeavor for religion and philosophy. But I’ll just be honest, fact is, I’m just your average guy who doesn’t like to think much save certain circumstances. Truth be told, duly praying 4 prayers out of the daily 5, these are my consistent shots at religion, which puts things in a height that I’m probably considered as one far off from religion. And like I’ve said it before, I don’t think much, leaving behind the times when I’ve drowned in my pointless ecstasies, plus I blabber a freaking lot, so yeah.

But anyways, on with it.

Homo Sapiens. Or as anyone under the Islamic belief would have it, the living being with the greatest supremacy in all creation.
Today, if ever our typical guy ignited to ponder over our qualities, he is to be appalled in a sure fire way. Our creation has a tinge of excellence about it, and it is that factor that has counted for in gaining us a title meant to last for the rest of eternity.

As I broke into adolescence, I can still remember my religious mentor telling me that the Devil has the higher power, which leaves us humans at a woeful disadvantage. “This whack job has got to be some kinda serial killer”, is what popped into my mind that instant. Today, after half a decade late, I have become compulsive in giving it a thought. After a bit of contemporary thinking, I realize the reason that is to blamed for the greater part of the tragedies that overtook us human: Sin.
The world has seen countless of her residents being sold to grievous acts, and at disastrous extents, to the deadly sins. We have been made literate to reach the pinnacle of success and glory, which in turn made us ignore our roots an pay no heed to the One who has shaped you. Not much of a mystery in it.
You see, there is a fine line between knowledge and mistake. This is where sanity is bought into the picture. To my mind, sin is a product of a collaboration of knowledge and plain ignorance. It is no unavoidable pitfall.
What value does sanity and good morale hold in a world that can no longer be pronounced sane? The day the last human with the minutest speck of sanity is wiped off the face of the Earth, that day onwards, the world will set off on a journey transforming herself to an absolute pandemonium of a sort that leaves her beyond repair and rectification.

You know, the way I see it, God has not failed in feeding man with intellect, an element he has always longed for. It is with this intellect that he has managed to turn this place into something with the potential of a vicious warzone. Given the fact that many men result in a pool of thoughts and ideas, the Earth, can be at times more ruthless than the battlefield where the Spartans made their last stand. The gift of intellect from high above has enabled man to do wonders. He has build structures that exhibit an artistic touch of perfection, and also made vehicles that can speed up from 0 to Holy Crap! In 4.5 seconds. Result of using the gift in nothing, but in a way that was bound to produce fruitful outcomes.

God has many a time given some of us humans, intellect that is a degree or two more than the average creation. But from my perspective, in doing so, God has put us at a disadvantage. You may unravel and understand things a bit quicker and better, but the better you understand them, the more complicated they become, and eventually making him unhappier despite his current despairs. More importantly, we are blindfold on this carriage ride they call life, for our minds and hearts are not ever enlightened of what tomorrow shall bring. So, point is, increased intellect meant to be beneficial to us, may backfire and deteriorate humans.

"We spent half our lives educating ourselves only to destroy the remaining half of it."                            
                                                                               -Albert Einstein
As for when the Hour shall finally dawn, man will be called for questioning on the subject of his deeds and about the pathways in which, good or bad, his intellect has seen its expenditure. Soon after, he will be bought into complete ownership of his memoirs from the perspective of a Higher Power. It is this piece that he has been summoned to beautify in the course of his life on Earth, but falling prey to the insanities of life, fails in doing so. So, as long along with what my man, Michelangelo said,


Accounts of accomplices and partners will then be bought to the boil, and by doing so, into the story. We humans will then be disabled from blaming insanity that has persisted on Earth since the beginning of time. The reason behind the ban, is merely the fact that worldly insanity, being an element in favor of the force that is of no good, and is but, man’s own creation. It would have not found its way into Earth through rather subtle and unnatural forms, but instead, has made its entrance in a form not absurd to us. If one is to look at the bigger picture, it can evidently be deduced that, we are solely to be responsible for all our actions and emotions. Relations may play a part, but hey, living the life on Earth, you don’t get to choose your relations.
So yeah, you’ve come to know that the craftsmen who have transformed the Earth into a pace of mass devastation is man, himself.

The way I’ve got it, God has placed His greatest creation right within his sight, but has not drilled electrodes into his cranium. Point is, even though He sees into our deepest foundations, He holds no interest in controlling our actions. And as a result, man, through the decades have bought news of toil, torture, tears, and unbearable agony. Had this place been amidst His direct control, this place would've been, well, a lot more different than the way you know it. So spread the goodness, inspire, and be inspired.





We mock, we marvel. We're humans. We all are. Hi.

That everlasting Fernando Torres vibe.


Soccer at BISES. While some crave it, others dread it. You fall into either of these. Cuz when it’s soccer we’re talking about, there aren’t any shades of grey.

Football, has for a long time, and is still venerated by the people, player or not. Reason? A game is a surefire method of putting some life into the crowd, providing overwhelming entertainment. But you see, the thing is, every issue has its woeful aspects. There are fights, renegades, and hell; a game can even lead to a vendetta at times. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating things a bit.

You know, sometimes, when I’m amidst the crowd, it occurs to me that our schools can come up with some people who can truly be rendered at skilful at the art. But then again, it’s just a high school, we hardly have tourneys. Besides, these are things of just my mere speculation, cuz out here; none can tell what will happen for real. Here, crowd=madmen on crack. Scientifically speaking: ManUtd Fans + 2.5pint root beer each= BISES Audience.

Nuff said.

The noise resulting from a game is one that will match Anfield, or say Stamford Bridge, for instance. This might make one wonder about moments where someone misses a shot and others swear that they could’ve scored that. Well, truth is, a lot of them happen, yeah, and oh, the jeering, mocking, and bitchery that follows! What’s more important, one may develop the affinity to be kicked out of a team. Cruel. Cruel is that crowd.

Ever since the ManUtd v Chelsea match at Old Trafford, uh na wait, it’s even better when one recalls it as Tansif’s birthday, or whatever, point is- the day the world has seen Fernando Torres’s inability to drill the ball into an empty goalpost. Yes, I’m about to spit the same shit you have in mind. I mean, come on, if you see things properly, you shall gather that science may offer complex explanations that may require human intellect higher than the average value, but this? Man, a unicorn on Viagra, sipping red grape wine ca shoot better. But anyway, the thing is, when one misses a shot, all you can hear is “Torres!!” I’ve heard that like once so far. Dammit, shouldn’t have let it out. But oh well, it all started with the really unbelievable misses, but then slowly as they may, the vicious crowd upped the ante by jeering and not taking into account the two buff defenders guarding the post. Law goes- you miss a shot, they call you Torres. Simple as that. Unless you’re Fernando Torres himself.

It can clearly be seen that the “Torres” vibe is going to last forever, become a greater nuisance. Because, believe me, I won’t run short of things that might be vexatious to someone playing a game.  Reason behind it is, once you’ve learned passing around, and eventually planting the ball in the right place, like it or not, you were long drowned into deep solitude. But on the brighter side, being solitary is really meritous and will pay off as solitary itself, is the one who cooks various transcendent moments. But I ask you to remain cautious, for reminiscing these moments may prove to be virulent to your abilities. One should only do that when he’s broken his leg or cracked his ankle- but beware, do not await it. Evil things can happen even before you can see them round the corner. In the event of a gifted player facing any of these, all shall fear a loss to the underdogs. To my mind, these are the issues that have let the common vibe seen in many people today, come to the top. If you remain unaware of it, here it goes- “Like it or not, the underdogs will come out on top.”

True to a certain extent, honestly speaking. You should believe as it is coming from one who has encountered such a situation.

Man, I feel like I really need to get down and play some. Because seeing the kids play isn’t fun, doesn’t put you in through the whole energy. But here I am, putting words in front of me, virtually, to lengthen this shit. And you gotta agree, I’m pretty novice at this. Cuz, it seems that I’m not really good at maneuvering my thoughts, which leaves us at rather a naïve metaphor.

But anyhow, squaring things up, I’m gonna let up now. The freshmen year kids are playing the sophomores, and I’m looking for… Oh look, the game has kicked off. My buddy grabs me a huge bucket of popcorn, and I gobble a handful. And just when I thought, that the sophomore forward had scored to seal a victory, I heard the crowd cry out “Torres!”
And even before you knew it, the jeering had gone on once again! 

The Fuck Is This Shit?