I am a man of knowledge...

"The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends."
- Friedrich Nietzsche

I used to love Kay Dicky!
I still do actually, for having just the kind of personality one could religiously despise. I wonder if I will ever be able to come across another person like that. It is always good to be able to curse somebody with every profanity available in your vocabulary! It used to save me the trouble of having bruised knuckles, which they usually are when I punch anything in the line of sight to shed some frustration off my mind. Although he was not the one and only rival I ever had in my life. I also love that brat who stole my unique steel ruler from me when we were in the first grade, and then so blatantly accused me of trying to rob him when I tried to claim it back. Back then my teachers used to be too scary to be dealt with. So I decided to shut up and love him for the rest of my life for giving me the knack for always being worried about my stuff. And I also love Harry, the one who loved to stab me in the back every possible chance he got! Hell I think I love the whole world!

I think it is just easy to love your enemies, but it is so much harder to hate your friends. But I must prove that I am a man of knowledge. So I hereby declare that I hate my friends plenty!

I hate Butterson for his never deflecting righteousness. Especially when he preaches patience when some lame driver starts behaving like he inherited all the rights to the road from his step father! I hate Dexter for the whiner that he is. For him, everybody is a backstabber and he is the biggest victim of all the unfairness that ever occurs on this planet!

Billy is a lost case altogether! He occupies that special position in the gang, who would always have some innocent demand that would be impossible to grant. Can you imagine letting one of your best buddies go home when you are out on a fun party? Only because he is sleepy? And just imagine the boils that cook up when he has ignored me recently, left my calls unanswered and unreturned, and is now telling me that he is sorry he didn't answer the calls because he wanted to ignore me!

There is this South East Asian proverb, which if translated in English would sound something like, "Two guns cannot stay in one holster". That would be the case with Ali! It is simply not possible to avoid conflict when two men with well developed nerves for aggression hang out together! And I just hate it when I end up making a compromise to avoid that conflict! I hope he also hates me for the same reason!

Mostly, however, both of us find a common outlet. There is a great personality around us with an anatomy of a garbage bag! Everytime the gang would be having fun, James would be complaining that he needs to go for a poop! But it's not the pooping schedule only, he also carries the capability of saying the most irritating thing that can be said in a moment. And he is going to die with the trademark question, "What is convergence?".

With this comprehensive account of my love for my enemies and my hatred for my pals, I think I can positively claim that I am a man of knowledge.

But wait, I forgot to mention Feddy! Well, now that I've come to think of him, I can't seem to find a reason to hate him! Hell I think he's not even my friend at all! I think he is my enemy after all! And I love him! For the great brains that he has!

Nuff said!

The Spectator Initiative

"He wrapped himself in quotations, as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors."
- Rudyard Kipling

It is amazing how most of us live through our nameless lives, praising those who managed to nominate themselves to the chambers of greatness. Never taking even the tiniest of an instant to wonder why our paths do not or can not lead us to the same heights.

I have actually lost the sense of how long it has been, that everyday, I find three new quotations from celebrities of present and the past, read them, and write them down somewhere. Often to quote them in my correspondence with acquaintances and colleagues. I do not really know why and how I started this. What I know is that everyday, with every quotation, I hold myself accountable, for not bringing myself in the position where my words, probably not as ordinary as most of these quotations are I believe, would also be feverishly looked up by the people around the world. By those who seek inspiration, or direction, or may be simply wit!

For all that matters, it is not his words that would make one a celebrity, but his actions. Actions, that I have always wanted to take and never have. For my indolence has always controlled the best of me.

Today, I raise mutiny against this lethargy. I write this with an aspiration to break free, and tread the path that leads to a chamber of greatness. My chamber of greatness!