3:33 am, and I'm indulging in something of a pastime of mine. Writing. Knowing me, though, Andrew, Sean, and anyone else will probably be slightly disgusted by the choice of title I have for my first post. Although, I did watch Rambo: First Blood Part II last night, but that's besides the point. I'd like to thank Andrew for inspiring me to start this blog, and for also imparting his habit of writing at an ungodly time in the morning. I feel like I'm rambling in this first post of mine, so I guess I can start it off by making some point.
Indian people are stupid. It may seem like I'm a self-hating Indian, but really, I'm not. They're not stupid in the sense that they can't hit the books (I've seen both sides of the coin here), but in the sense that they're contradictory. Case in point: Bollywood movies. Every single Bollywood film I've seen (which isn't admittingly enough, so my view may be biased) revolves around a love plot. Now, most Indian societies don't base relationships or marriages on love; instead, they're arranged marriages. I think its funny, and stupid, how the movies are so fairy-taleish and not AT ALL an accurate reflection of reality.
But then, aren't movies MEANT to be escapist?
But, like all things in life, I guess it can be boiled down to something your drunk and/or high friends tell you: fat (insert ugly, bitchy, any other negative label) chicks need lovin' too. So I guess everybody is meant for somebody, even if it is at a price.
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