Are you horny?

For all the horny guys out there, please give yourself two thumbs up because I am nominating you all for the highest category of jerks that don’t shy away from honking their horns at the drop of the gun. It seems their life’s motto is to get a good job or do something that fetch good money, buy big cars, and of course honk horns on the streets. It doesn’t even matter if the streets are empty or jam-packed by traffic these bunch of jokers only know how to honk the horn. Some horns sound like a sore throat but nothing stops these morons. Some of these creatures I would like to believe derive sadistic pleasure in honking horns and puke all their frustrations and make others realize how horny they are.

All the life’s lessons are learnt on the roads literally, and when you spend a significant amount of time there you start to know that most of the people are jerks. You can’t even ride at peace because everyone here in this city have got appointments with the Presidents of the world, they want space, they want others to give them the way even if there’s not even an inch of space to glide your ass through. Zebra lights are not an exception; the very moment the light turns green I guess heavens curse them if they fail to honk it. It doesn’t matter if they can’t pass through but these unique two-legged top-notch idiots will never fail to make their presence felt by honking their hearts out. I understand you have bought your favorite car with your hard-earned money but have the grace and mercy to show that you care for the hapless insignificant others. Till date, I’ve failed to understand why people can’t resist the temptation to honk.

The reason might be endless from being an insensitive sociopath with a numb head, to being so very insecure that they think that others are driving on the roads either to bump on their cars or get hit by them. Not to even mention about those frequent defaulters who feel and believe that roads are their dumping ground and they enjoy sliding down their car windows and shooting out the wafers and bottles out of their closet. Easy, isn’t? Easier is the way people spit on the roads with such an embellishment that it requires years of practice to master it. But onus lies on you to save yourself. You have to save yourself from those who are always ready to sneak their heads out of the bus and project their spit on the non-suspecting passerby. And how can we forget those so-called ‘important’ creatures that are always busy on the roads buzzing around with their VIP sirens who don’t even know how to beg so they can get some space and pass by. Their escort gypsies will move like a mad bull, pretending to hit anyone who comes their way.

No, I am not interested in giving any solutions, coz there ain’t any. See at the end of the day you are on your own to digest your food, some things are learnt but cannot be taught. Sensitivity will come when you are in alignment with yourself. But that is a far cry.

How far and how soon Guwahati will learn, it’s a big lame question and we don’t have the answer. Imagine a city without any noise and chaos; imagine a city where everyone is living in harmony, showing empathy, and showing care not only to the fellow human beings but also showing care to the nature, the very foundation of human existence. These are Utopian thoughts and I am not being pessimist but citing a fact that ours is an immature region. Immature in all the aspects, we care less and show ego more, we flaunt and frown more but seldom smile at strangers, seldom have the time to stop and think. Just like a fever is an indication of the diseased body, all the lousy things that people do are an indication of the emotional state of the people. Long way to go people! Oh yes, if after reading till here you feel that you have been a horny person all throughout then this title is for you too!

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