T shirt Rebellion

For the past few days, I've been trying to get a sentence right. Right as in, I want it to sound witty like a one liner. A one liner that fits my t-shirt. So I can paint it on and let the world know.

What do I want them to know? That I don't care. That I don't care at all. That I So don't care, I don't even want to tell them I don't care. But alas my t shirt still beckons.

After a point of time, you tend to get bored with all those metal band t shirts you wear. Black with rubber imprints, ah! they're a bore. And that's the point of time where you have every possibility of picking up either of the two biggest NO NOs of the fashion industry(like we care, still...)

a) What the likes of John Abraham or Hrithik prescribe you is not just the t shirt but also the kind of body you must have to wear it. So NO NO.

b) You tend to have just an inkling of liking towards floral prints. Gwaack!! Guys please now, FLOWERS scream GAY!!! Even women these days hate them floral pink prints.

So what's the other option? Plain t shirts somehow look like briefs and always ALWAYS look like Innerwear. And I don't like seeing Reebok or Adidas logos either cuz they make me feel as though I'm working out, which hurts my alter ego so badly that he'll turn suicidal.

Again those t shirts with funny one liners aren't that funny, we all know. I also find it funny that we pay to buy what people claim is funny. No no juice for me there.

So what the hell do I do?!

Ah what the hell? Its summer. Maybe its time to go topless. And then the trend will catch on. And then there'll be semi-naked men roaming the streets. Women rights activists protesting for the equality of women will start going topless while the sane ones remove 33% of their clothing and I shall be crowned the undisputed Leader of the T shirt Rebellion. All hail NUDITY!


P.S. Next summer will be Boxer shorts Rebellion I guess.

October Days

There came a day, in dark october, a dark day in october, rather.

I came home from god knows where. I ripped out stuff from my closet. Threw the skeletons of shame and guilt out of my mind. Cleaned the cobwebs clouding my conscience. I threw out pictures of Frolic and fun. I threw out pink shirts and floral prints. I stopped aping people, gaping at people. I never answered people. Some said I turned gay, some said I followed trends. Some even called me gay. That was when I realized that when you don't really care, you don't even bother saying it.

I was told my attitude stinks. I marched forward my deathly march. It was time for penance, the time has come to pay for goods sought in return. Life never had a credit system. It was always paid for in full. No easy installments either.

It was a tough call, but my October days were worth their pain. They served their purpose. They brought me home, right where I ought to be. They took me to my destination.

I've seen wars plagues and man destroying mankind. I've seen blood gore and violence of the highest kind. Now I'm numbed. Emotions have ebbed out. I don't care about the hair that grows ceaselessly. They're my pastures, my creation. People called me crass. But then I never was classy either.

I stopped responding to questions. Did just what I wanted to do. Making enemies was my thing. I don't make em they make me. I simply don't care. My vision is set far higher than where any of these punks can ever see. They aren't gonna help me reach the zenith.

I had a calm mind as not a troubled one. It was easy to see what was needed necessary and what was wanted and hence could be avoided. There was pain, there was a hidden system, it had its own rhythm. Once you see beyond the face, beyond the masquerade, you'll learn the simple truth. That all days are as dark as October days.