You can be mad as a mad dog at the ways things went.
You can swear and curse the fates…
But in the end, you just have to let go.
This post is meant to offend those who get easily offended.
I have come to the conclusion after long tiring hours of lighting practices for dance rehearsals in the Auditorium, the absurdness and dispensability of dance. I accept the fact that dance could be a great source of vibrant enthusiasm and rejuvenation to most people and also a much valued talent for some.
But dancing is fucking primitive.
It breathes uniformity, which is undesirable. It devours much time and effort. It makes us fat people feel disadvantaged. Animals dance to attract ther mates. In the 21st century society, I don’t see myself dancing to fight out for a mate.
So I humbly request you to take a bold stance and boycott all dancing events and films which have unnecessary dance sequences. I am not all against structured scientific and artistic dance forms.
And replying to a question from a sweet person, “Yeah, I didn’t take part in any inter-school dance festivals, nor do I gain pleasure out of this circus.”
Signed – Vlad
PS: Beware all Cultural Assocs and Dance Club
Yeah, the title doesn’t make much sense. I had for long a logical aversion to the concept of religions. Maybe that is what has forced me to start my own religion (Vladism).
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?It is stupid in itself for somebody to follow a religion. How much more stupid or idiotic can he/she be if they convert to another religion? However intellectual or creatively abled they are has no significance. The very basic fact that they are so dumb enough to think that a certain set of principle or rule change can majorly affect their future life and shower blessings of a non-existent Superior Being makes me laugh my guts out. Salvation unto the hands of a resurrected human being in a Messianic era, whose date has been forever postponed, sounds as absurd as the law against children buying cigarettes, condoms, or alcohol, though they can legally use all of them.
Section 125 (The Madman) in the book Die fröhliche Wissenschaft (The Gay Science) by Friedrich Nietzsche
Reductio ad Gultum, also argumentum ad Gultum, or reductio (or argumentum) ad Gultium is a modern formal logic of great consequences in the BITSian way of life. It is a variety of both questionable cause and association fallacy. It is also a form of argumentum ad misericordiam (appeal to pity).The phrase reductio ad Gultum was coined by a self-proclaimed ethicist, Arun Vlad TePes, in 2009. Engaging in this fallacy is sometimes known as playing the Gult card (or playing with Black Thunder).
The fallacy most often assumes the form of “Gults supported X, therefore X must be evil/undesirable/bad,” as in “Gults supported Inbloom, Andhra Grub and the Gen Sec, thereby showing that such campaigns are wrong”. The argument carries emotional weight as rhetoric, since in most cultures anything relating to the Gults is automatically condemned. The tactic is often used to derail arguments, as such a comparison tends to distract and to result in angry and less reasoned responses. A subtype of the logic is the comparison of an opponent’s propositions to the dirty toilets in the dawn. Other variants include comparisons to the Gult girls, to intolerable Gult movies and songs and general absence of sense and cleanliness more generally,and even more vaguely to the strength of their population. An inverted variant can take the form “Gults were against X, therefore X must be good.”
The single most important entity that brings change in my life is myself. So to me, I must be GOD.
Revelation 20/01/09, The Book of Vlad: Dictum 1
Ever since childhood we have always loved birds. But the day we watched The Birds, by HItchcock, an unexplainable fear occupied our hearts. Obviously the chances of birds going bezerk, or getting infected by a rare disease and hurting us is an one in a billion possibility, we still fear them because they shit on us.
To my amusement, this undesirable activity could be diverted to our devious pleasure.
By controlling the birds, we can control their crap, and hence use them as a weapon on unsuspecting victims. Every night, when we feel bored and cold, my sidey and me go for a stroll to ANC and wait near the front wing. When some human being or a group of human beings trespass the area lying between Shankar and Vyas, we sound the doom knell. What happens next is anybody’s nightmare. The birds disturbed by the noise wake up from their roosts – the trees lining the sidewalks, and start dropping. It
starts as a random sequence, then all feathered friends put much expected enthusiasm and start crapping furiously.
The poor victim stands dismayed and starts running. But the damage is already done. He returns to his room, bearing the mark of our weapons, and smelling of bird poo.
PS: We do this intentionally. We also plan to make a short film about this soon.
Rok sako toh rok lo.
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What you say??