Where the words light up like little cherubic kids peering out of the car window and giving every passer-by the finger

On my school bus back in Bombay, my bestest friend and me would spit at people. Never in the morning though, only on the way back. Once, we even tried lifting a bottle of thums-up from the van which was next to our bus. It is a lot harder than it looks. Plus, even if you do succeed, how the fuck do you open the damn thing.

So many words gather an entirely different meaning depending on the profession you have chosen. And then when you speak to someone from the “outside” they just do not get it and it is almost as if you speak in a different language.

Litigation can be loads of fun. Loads. For all the shit you have to put up with, and all the shit you have to carry, there is a certain, distinct reward at the end of the day. You can act jaded and you can be a cynical bastard but at the end of the day, when you have brought a substantial difference in someone else’s lives, through the sheer power of your thoughts and nothing else, it is pretty bloody impossible to not be affected.

Give this a shot, there’s no harm in trying.

Someone who is quickly becoming my role model decided to share the following lines with me. I thought they were pretty bloody apt given the frame of mind I was in (think fukin suicidal):

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.

This is to have succeeded.

Apparently some dude Emerson may have said it but that is disputed.

Peace.

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4 Responses to Where the words light up like little cherubic kids peering out of the car window and giving every passer-by the finger

  1. Mr. Mumblings says:

    lit is satisfying…but a bitch to the greedy pockets to begin with, innit? good luck man.

    also on success, apparently bob dylan once said that a successful man is one who wakes up in the morning and goes to bed at night, and in the middle does whatever he wants to. im yet to decide upon my own notion of the success… and im not growing any younger. damn.

  2. Priyanka says:

    we used to chuck orange peel from our bus seats at people in other buses.

  3. anonymusketeer says:

    i think success is in simply finding peace.

    if my name were emerson, people would quote me on that.

    • kroswami says:

      @Mr. Mumblings: dude, lets not talk “salaries” you sick, money-printing bastards. Ya, it does suck but its part of the charm you know.

      @Ms. Priyanka: You choose the most random posts to comment upon.

      @Ms. Amul: Righto. Not too sure I am looking for peace. Emotional and mental turmoil is so much fun!

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