My Digitized Thoughts - Ramen Mukherjee ...

Well, I am writing from my tablet using blogger official app so prepare to get some grammer, spelling, typing, indentation and other such errors in this post. I will try to minimize but you all know how the mobile writing is. Though it has 7" of real estate space but still it feels crampy. Are you here to see the little hard truth? Well forat of all i have to tell you all that it will be small to you not me and its not hard to you either but to me. Then why i am sharing? No cause here. I write in my blog whenever i feel like. Its not because of anyone but maybe because of some causes. Good bad alike.

Maybe this post is my last post from my tablet as i am about to sell it. Thinking about buying a second hand iPhone 5s. Yes dear Americans, most of Indians can only buy second hand Apple stuffs. Its not like your movies where you all use apple all the time. I want to end the whole digital version of me. I am going to do it soon. I am just waiting for the right time. I was in the net before my digital avatar and i am again feeling the need to go incognito. And i am prepared for this.

Why? Because i have seen the world enough. Its not auitable for me but for the other me. I am good at myself. Others are just morons. There will be no harm to anyone nor anyone is going to shed ter
Ars fpr me and even if someone does cry me a river i dont care about it. No one is for anyone. Everyone is on their own. No one kills, no one dies. Its all just a part of a big choreographed drama. We are just the the players with expiration dates. Waiting for the curtain call.

I admire women. I respect them because they are far superior beings. Superior in every way of breaking hearts and bending rules. Superior in manipulation. They can make you do anything for them. They can make you dance in their tunes wheather you like it or not and wr have to dance because we dont have any other way. And after you complete your part they are so hearlessly remoursless that they can shed you out like a yellow leaf. I have been manipulated many times and in the end i was the one who always gets all the blame where the main culprits gets away with clean collers. So you see there is no way to not to respect them. Sooner of later you have to follow their commands conciously or the other way around. They will get whatever they want. And you call me misogynist. Unless someone have any first hand experience how can they understand it? They cant be anyone's friends, like feline species they are selfish. I find it disgusting to not have people who want equality. Everyone is chauvinist. And thats ridiculous.

Not feeling that much good today i am feeling that somethingh is hindering my thoughts today my life could be better without all the bells and whistels it has as an accessory. I am very much in deep with myself today. I reconnected with myself. I feel that i need myself more than anything now. I was talking earlier today with one of my friend about the golden edge i have lived through, the golden age of cyber media and entertainment. Yhe glorious days of computer games which were not about only fancy graphics but about story and gameplay. The thrill it game. The vountless hours of sensible entertainment they provided. The game delivery system. The stylish NFO's. The awesome playing tricks of them. The NFO 8bit audios. Now a days the games are all about graphics and more graphics. The games are becoming huge day by day. One of the latest game sized about 43GB. And the game has even no substance in it. The movies i used to watch was all about good stories, acting, direction, thrills. Now movies are about special effects and nudity. Same goes for the songs which recently became melodyless. I am very afraid that spon all the sources of entertainments will collife. Well its justified also. Which voes around, comes around. Its thelaw of nature.

One of the trend in the pirated gaming market is taking pace once again is rip and repacked games. Though in my opinion games need to be ripped also now a days. Because the substance are all becoming less day by day in them and its getting loaded with unnecessary video graphics pictures and audio s whivh can either be easily removed or can be compressed to highest degree becaude playing the game and getting entertained and thrilled is what matters. Not those videos. I spent my days playing those games but now a days i feel reluctant.Previously scene release groups publishes games with a bit of art in them. Those nfo, custom installers, 8bit audios were awesome. Now a days its all about releasing the original iso with nosteam patvh or somewhat like that.

Today i am feeling very nostalgic about it. I am not blessed of friends. I have none i guess. People comes, people goes, only my empty heart is eternal. Its the life's truth that now maybe everything has became so fast fluid filled with more features but somewhere we lost our humane side. Now its more about ghz, mhz, mbps, gdps, rpm etc. No one now cares about being human, its all about greed. More food is what people want but somewhere we lost our capability to share. Online shopping sites sells products with an illution of being cheap but avtually we forgot the art of bargaining. In the illution of being a king, we were becoming slaves of this system. Now that even government is spying on us. We cant even speak our hearts off. State govt, national government even the foreign government like america is sniffing all of us's butt for possible conspiracy. In this time whom we call friends? The fake profiles in facebook? Even todays whatsapp and other messengers are filled with fake profiles. Whom to believe? How to believe? All those untangible bits of data who only consumes the resources but dont contribute to anything. I cant trust them anymore. I lost my appetite for online friendship. I guess i tried enough now. All are fake. Its not that the grapes are sour but i cant encourage some fake bits of facebook junk to cause me pain again.

I need something tangibe. Someone tangible to be precise. Both my real and virtual world is empty. And i took this oppurtunity to escape from this net world. I didnt became its slave hopefully and now i am trying to be its master once again. The old self of mine was 1000 times better than i m tpday. This degraded version needs the punch like the old one. I really dont know that the history repeats exactly or not. And i dont want to become anyone's deja vu. I want to become me once again. As i written in the heading of this blog. I wanna fly sometimes....

Bye