#1 Satan Skates to Work

Yo Cool Diary,

The world we are in there’s diversity everywhere and it goes without crying about that all the people are different and unique in their own sense. Their thoughts, their ideas, their voices, their actions. Consructible and inconstructible. Whatever combinations that can be made of them. But we humans are so afraid to face this reality that we try to generalize every freaking thing on the planet. The more popular and generic these acts get, more the people jumping on to the bandwagon of pop culture with incredulous fakeness.

Well these lines are if not all, the words of Mags Crown from the first time we had met. Mags does have a talent around with words and pop culture is too dumb downed for her consensual acceptance.

Since being used to see people fake it all while trying to fit into generalized standard of coolness, my mind couldn’t print a picturesque picture of unique individuals, exhibiting asymmetry which was important to the exercise, so I tried to focus on flora of the earth. It worked which is so evident from illustration I came up, showing them all co-exist in the same zombie-land. Also I tried to do the same for my first meeting with Mags that day which happened in our college library. I tried hard to remember it and be all authentic but to be honest I don’t have an eidetic memory and that’s the major reason for the basically bad drawings and not the laziness as Davi Buzz accuses me off.

Mags short for something bigger which I have no clue of yet, is someone who would constantly remind you of how it’s impossible to survive the world without euphemism. She did add about how nationalism is used as an excuse by these fearful and insecure men, to classify human beings on basis of bullshit claims. She has stalked George Orwell very well.  Before she could get into talking about how all these have led to our present civilization doomed by insecurities and being enslaved by consumerism and pop culture, I weighed in my sense of humour wrapped in some pop culture inspired analogy. It went something like this- We all watch various Truman’s shows for entertainment, but despite taking the message clear home, we are trapped like Truman in one shallow show of life trying to co-exist. Curtain closes.

The point was that Mags had one, and I couldn’t agree more with a person, which meant hell froze and Satan was ice-skating to work that day. I no longer was the dead man walking in the zombie-land. Well to shed in some contrast what zombie-land is, just imagine when a random Jane forwards you a message on whatsapp which says something like-

‘If you love your Dog pass this to 20 people. A girl ignored this and her Dog was attacked by a schizophrenic cat masquerading as a Leopard 365 days later, and the dog lived on with insomnia ever after. Sorry I can’t ignore this cuz I love my dog who is so cute when sleeping

Clearly that girl loaded with the hearts to share has no clue what a scrotum looks like, and I don’t know what to feel more bad about.

Bored as Always.                                                                                                                                           Jan Boey.