Anirudh Asher's Blog

Ladies and Gentlemen!

I think I am getting back into the groove. It takes a certain amount of jolly good humour and persistence to be able to live through a writer’s block, and I am not even referring to the place where I live. Life has been tossing and turning since a while now, I entered into a beautiful relationship with a gorgeous girl, a camera and lots of hard hitting lessons about life. Well the life lessons keep coming, but really you don’t realise it till you’re either at the very top or the very bottom. All in all, voila! I am alive and kicking and now typing too!

The sense behind the title: I just filled petrol into my car and am currently listening to the Latino Jazz channel on iTunes. The lemon is there purely to amuse.

Latino Jazz is definitely that secret  something that keeps those Spaniards and Mexicans chilled out as they sip on margheritas and take siestas under their massive house sized sombreros. A lifestyle definitely worth trying out atleast for a couple of hours everyday.

What have I been upto?

www.newshit.com.au

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This is not a spam bot, its just me. I have been busy not with writing but with helping out the progress of this one student run website.

I feel sleepy now so will be off to bed, all that talk of siesta caught up to me! Ciao then!

It surely must not be easy to see the next generation take over. Today’s post is not about sarcasm, cynicism and definitely does not malign anyone or anything except the foolhardiness of youth.

Who ever said, “Youth is wasted on the young” was so correct, he or she might actually have been wrong. Youth in its most basic sense is not an option on a form you fill out before entering the world, goey, wet, hairless and cranky. As the clocks tick and scientists wither into Alzheimer patients, there’s not much you can do to stop the transition of time and of the world with it.

As I sat and placed Clocks by Coldplay on infinite loop on youtube and listened to it for the infinith time(yes, I just made that word up), I casually scrolled down to the comments section where screwynickname1990 and hip-hopcoolioname1992 had written the unmentionable, unforgivable word of the century, the “Eff” word. This word at the moment it was discovered by one’s generation felt like it was invented, copyrighted, even bred by us.  But seeing the youth that came after 1988 dominate the flowery language of all time, it was as if I had grown a 10-foot beard just reading the child’s profane “fad” word.

I bet it mustn’t have been great feeling to see young’uns walk into the ol’ western parlour like they own it (and you), steal your thunder, and we wonder why there are so many sour, pissed off old people around. Your back hurts, your teeth fell out shortly after your hip dislodged itself in attempt at escape, your memory is starting to make you feel like a goldfish and the younger people around you all think you can’t catch up to them. Which in the saddest sense is a reality.

So what is it that makes the geriatric generations give up? Whats keeping these wise people with such an abundance of knowledge from re-claiming their respect and “fonzi-ness”? Is it that they know that the youth are going to screw up anyway? Could it be that they’d rather chill out and watch a soap on TV with a whisky on the rocks in one hand and their partner (of many generations) in the other.

I guess you don’t need much more pain or complaining from you’re grandkids when you kick their skinny jeans arses at Wii. Long strolls on the beach hand in hand with the person you always wished you would grow old with and the feeling of accomplishment that you did are all that you could ever wish for.  Kudos to all those who made it through life with their heads held high and their feet in the soft soft sand.