Philosophy Ehh!!

Hi!!! Just the third blog post and Ive started to wonder how do I start it. Im taking it too seriously. Or because I have nothing else to do than just sit on the couch and try fake talking to my cellphone. Both ways do not promise a very long career in writing. You ought to be bird-watchingly concentrated. Now my eagle eye view clad friends got that really fast. Concentration, just to keep the conversation rolling, leads us to one important concept. As we know we are all engineers at heart somewhere, every youth today in India is, we probably prefer amount of substance per litre for the meaning of concentration. But fortunately, what I am talking about is not much different. Its just amount of focus per unit of the job offered at hand. I know I dont need to tell you about the healthy wealthy effects of meditation and how you are in immediate and dire need of my personally autographed yoga DVDs. But seriously there is some gateway of pure energy through meditation which can be accessed if performed accurately. Why the hell would someone invent a lie which would be lucky enough to survive millions of years and amounts to nothing more than a slightly better alternative than facebook by swapping your mood from booty to beauty. I wish I had more concentration than I have now which makes me one of the people who dont really deserve it. Dont ask me how. One of my genius friends was breathtakingly concentrated. He meditated during the classes, the punishments he got to go outside the class, the friendly talks he had and almost any other occassion. On asking how he managed to have so much of it, he told me a secret. Dude, Im not telling you the same but I can tell you one thing. He pretended to meditate by making his mind relax and hibernating all the outer activities of his mind and leaving just the dependable sidekick guy to resume him back when necessary. In simple words, he slept the better part of it. As you can sense, Im not drunk today. Every drunk man uses the same slang to make you believe his next lie. Words are the only carrier in this world which run the world. My words decide what impression you will have about me. And its almost clear. Your parents' words decide you will stay in their house the next moment or your fiance's words decide you will oblige or refuse. The choice is not yours but the indoctrinations and environment of simulations you got from your birth decide your most thought out decisions and twists in life. This philosophy class doesnt seem to end anywhere soon. Bloggers can become professors. They dont expect a reply just talking about their way out of time and the students minding their own business. I have not decided a title for the post yet. Its going to take me half a million hours to get to it. Every post and I hope I better not publish it but some hormone displaced from my testes to the right part of creative management cell of my fluffy swirl of slick brain overrides all the logic and another hazard to the innocent world gets posted to fulfil the greedy and malicious intents of the author. Well, enough is enough *silence* (In remembrance of Ekta Kapoor). Sorry for the mentions. I feel like I must be crucified for her sins. But before I kill her. My roomie finally asked me what the hell Im writing. That means I just wrote a good chunk of text, in quantity. I must leave now. Thankyou.