Why teaching is better than studying

Teaching is better than studying
You are always on the other side of all tests
Its fun sitting all night finding out how shitty students are
Can submit test results late unlike assignments
Get a chance to feel like Donald trump to say “you’re out''
You get to know all the answers in tests
If you don’t know the answer you are paid by the hour to find it.

MY OWN ONE LINERS

1.     I am a narcissist who looks at a mirror and agrees that love is blind.

2.     Often those that believe blindly are blinded by their beliefs.

3.     Religion is not a birthday gift it’s a lifestyle choice.

4.     Practicality for certain people is simply a lazy conclusion drawn from an undeveloped experience.

5.     The difference between love and infatuation is that the former is mutually exclusive and latter is like being on sale.

6.     I believe that negotiation is the art of the wise and the character of the brave.

7.     Some ambitions are like having dreams with a rude awakening.

8.     Education today focuses, to a great extent, on what to learn that it forgets to teach us how to learn.

9.     How do you know you are getting older...... the day you stop dating women who don’t realise the difference between an orgasm and a fart.

10. When you are born talented, you are gifted. When you become talented, it’s an achievement.

11. My love is not the misunderstanding that what you give cannot be given by somebody else but the stubbornness that i want it from nobody else but you.

12. Sometimes the future is like a good fart, it stinks but we feel good afterwards.

13. If survival is the main course, anything is a condiment.

14.The schematics of my mind cannot be mapped by the response to heavy emotions but by the rendering of thoughts to the subtle complexity we call life.

15. I would fear without a beer as I can’t link without a drink, holy shit!!

16. In lieu of the brevity that this space dictates, in lieu of the frequent yet unimaginative sex that i procure, in lieu of the morals that are meant to be abided yet broken, in lieu of the necessity to comment on life as it progresses.......I say .....fuck it. fuck it all.

Bedouins of Jingoism

Being an immigrant I get to meet a lot of people who love isolating themselves with the pride that they are Indians.I do agree with the notion that the Indian culture does entail large amounts of festivity which requires a basic understanding of the culture, but what i feel ashamed of  is that they very same patrons of culture have no clue that states like Nagaland , Mizoram  or Tripura even exist. These so called bedouins of jingoism are infact a virus that seeps into other cultures and plant the seeds of predictable behavioural types (stereotypes) to those who do not know who Indians really are. So this is my plea to those who desperately wish to brag about our country. Do so with either acquired knowledge(printed facts or google would suffice) or just visit the damn place and tell your stories. 

A blah on a blah afternoon

My precursors would say there was always something to look for after the age of thirty. It was either exploring the raw physical beauty of a woman or the satisfaction of our sensual appetite which could only resemble that of a baboon with all its physical condiments. My sexual journey has sort of ended with a moral excuse. My learning has ended with a financial excuse. The background of my everyday life is rudely completed by an exchange of monotonous yet necessary interactions. My daily living is like the completion of an assignment that i neither wish to fail nor wish to excel. As i tap the deep crevices of my intellect, all i can hear are the hollow resonating sounds of empty ideas. I am trying to look for that conducive canvas where i can paint my ideas. I am still searching, if any of you see one, do tell.