Beware. You might be its next victim. Lock your doors and
shut close all the windows. Its coming for you. And when it hits you, you won’t
even know when it happened and no matter how much you want to get out of its
reach… You can’t. You’ll be stuck until someone sane rescues you out of it. And
I bet…You’ll yet again fall prey to another one of its kind.
You might think what is this crap all about?
Look around you, look at yourself…I’m talking about all of
us. There is madman lurking at every corner, and yes… I and you are one of
them. The Madmen.
Madmen waking up early and trying our best to be perfect,
trying to be someone you saw last week at the movies, on the TV watching the
news, trying to attain the paradise you saw the other day on the billboard, the
cornflakes commercial, the gym advertisements, the anti aging anti wrinkle,
anti ‘use your head’ creams showing beautiful models with a screen darker and
the 19 year old tuning younger still….
We’re madmen dieting the hell out of our stomachs, following
health regimens running more than we could to keep fit, eating minimal, lifting
weights to be the man of her dreams, popping in pills to have and give sexual
pleasures, measuring the lengths of our seniority and imposing the strength on
the others to prove their subordination…
We’re just another bunch of psychos fighting our way to the
best job and the highest paid, the best house and the sexiest maid…running wild
in discount shops so that you can waste your money on that snake leather jacket
worth millions, getting hold of the bulkiest watches and speed dial smaller
phones which we’re going to keep losing.
Unlike the others there is a special type of madmen. Madmen
standing beneath the rain putting their tongues out to lick the drops straight
out from the sky, the bunch of idiots in search of soul playing a musical
instrument or trying to attain eternity listening, eyes closed, to the music
others made. Madmen making a profit out of writing some bullshit like this
piece of crap, madmen rushing straight home from work to change and make it on
time for their dates.
Psychos who would always think they’re better, and psychos
who would always think “I’m none of the above”, madmen who’re would be losers,
listening to rock songs dreaming of a life they never had, having orgasms over
the experiences other people had, people searching for bigger boobs, better
sex, psychos running wild in search of “True Love”.
If there was any reason not to call the people, who think
they have a peaceful and cultured life, loser and madmen of a low category, I
still would…wouldn’t i?... because I’m the psycho asshole who’s writing it
isn’t it?
We’re all madmen in search of another hole in the bathroom
from where we can sneak a peek at the lady taking a bath at the Bate’s Motel.
We’re just the same psychos we’ve been scaring ourselves with watching them in
movies, reading them in novels, madmen trying to find another mad thing to do.
And there is no stopping to that. So beware…Its coming. And the day it gets
you, you’ll have another mad thing to do.
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