Advertised Food v/s Real Food

Everybody loves to eat at fast food joints, almost everyone.
Even the ads for these joints are really mouth watering.
Almost every ad that I've seen about them show those burgers and wraps bounce as they fall, with each filling landing on top of the other and ends with a close-up shot of it.
Never try to do that for real, you'll regret it.
The burgers never fall in place like the adverts, they fall head first and the toppings are everywhere except in the bun.
I'm not saying that I've tried it, but well you get the picture.
Another thing that bugs me is that the burgers never look the way it is advertised.
There's no steam coming out from it and it looks squishy instead of the juicier and stuffed version in the ad.
But no matter how it looks or how it is supposed to look, we all eat it.
Why? 
Cause its addictive that's why.
I can't say same about home cooked food.
Home cooked meals are healthy, that's a given point.
That point is the opposite of what fast food is like.
Coming back to advertising.
It's not really an easy task showing food in the ad.
The whole point of the ad is to make the food look good.
Everyone who's involved with that knows that there's no way they can show the original product in the ad.
So what's their solution?
Show a fake.
It's not like you're gonna grab the food off your tv screens.
So, they won't even bother with showing the real product.
The food that they show in the ads is real.
The burger that you see is a proper one, with all fillings intact.
It's just that the elements aren't made up of what they say it is.
But believe me it does make you mouth water.
And that's when they know that they have done a good job.
Well, don't be disappointed that your burger isn't what it looks like in the picture.
Trust me you don't want to eat that.
Another thing that you can do is request them to make your burger look like the ad.
They really will!
You do have the right to ask them to make it look like a proper burger.
And they will do it for you.
They may have to put an extra effort of making sure the fillings are properly placed.
Then give it to you and there you have it, you own advertised burger.
It's a good thing you can't see their honest efforts, cause if you could, you might never wanna go back there again.
Hint: They add a bit of grease (spit) in your burger to make the burger look nice.
But since you asked for it, that's what you'll get.
Anyways, there's always the humble home cooked meal.
Bland and boring, but without the fear of having an unwanted element in your food.
In conclusion, this whole post was about me trying to answer your "unasked but might have come across my mind" question.
Why doesn't my fast food look like the ads?
My answer.
Why, indeed.....

Educated Idiots

There are educated people.
Then there are overly qualified ones who speak complete bullshit.
They are known as 'educated idiots'.
These are the people that hold the highest position in the office or society and have access to or have used the media in one way or other to voice their opinions.
They may boast of degrees they got from studying in various universities outside the country and its probably their favorite topic of conversation with people least interested in hearing it.
Highly qualified, they are, educated to the point where its unnecessary, that too.
But the thing that they so lack is, common sense or any sort of sensibility when asked of their opinion on any sensitive issues.
 The media people are clever too, they won't go the one wise person who would say the right thing.
Instead they approach the ones they are sure would say something stupid and outrageous and later cover it up by saying their favorite English word that they stumbled upon in the dictionary, 'misquoted'.
Everyone knows what they really mean and it doesn't make any difference whether they change their statement and issue another one.
They know what they are talking makes no sense so they try to cover it up by blaming someone else.
This process follows until the media are themselves bored and find a new topic.
Then it all starts again.
Our country is not the only one where something like this happens, there are various others where its on a completely different level.
Coming back, what really is the problem, for that one has to go really deep.
The root of the problem.
I pretty much blame our education system.
They are responsible for guiding students, instead all they do is force down stuff that's not related or worth learning.
You learn what's in the book and in the exam you are expected to answer the way they taught you, word to word and if you dare write your own interpretation of the answer, they will fail you.
Our whole education system is hell bent on making us learn theories and focus less on practicals and projects that one day every youth in this country seeking a job will know what the job is about but have no knowledge on how to do that job.
Let's say an interviewer has to choose between two people, one who got straight A's in every exam and other who was an average scorer but did a lot of projects, the obvious choice would be the one who did a lot of projects.
While the straight A's student would be wondering why he failed the interview he would soon come to the bitter realization that getting high scores do guarantee you a seat in most prestigious college's in the country, but are totally worthless while seeking a job.
 Take another example.
A young man in his 20's, he's just graduated from one of the top university in US, comes back to India and applies for a job in one of the Fortune 500 companies, he clears the interview and though he doesn't get the position he wanted, he does get a huge paycheck plus some perks. 
In his first day at work or say a week later, he doesn't get to work on some big projects, instead he's busy on some assignments that according to him isn't on his job description.
He goes to complain about it to his boss who shouts an array of abuses that he has by his obvious reaction never heard from his friends or even people who hated him.
Dejected he goes back to his desk and starts questioning his career choice.
He left that company the next day in the hope that some other would let him do what he wants.
It'll probably never happen, but what does he know.
That's reality.
You see, in colleges we all are shown the big picture, but all the sacrifices and hard work that you put to complete that picture is hardly mentioned.
We learn the rules in colleges and at work learn to break them if we ever want to move forward.
I feel the best type of education one gets is when they are working.
Learning on the job is good and plus you are paid for it, who would complain about this type of education.
Here they teach you what is required of you and nothing more or less. 
The stuff you come across while working at times is even new to you and its fun knowing how it functions.
In no way am I criticizing the need of higher education.
For certain jobs and positions that kind of education is a must.
Say, if you want to become a doctor because you like treating wounds, then you can't become one just by reading medical books or books about the human anatomy and start cutting people up.
You'll kill them no matter how much talented you are. 
Another thing is language.
Many years back and even today in this country people feel that if a person is conversing with you in English then he or she is from an high social background or an educated person.
English is the global language.
If you can't speak it then it means you aren't literate or didn't receive enough education.
I think its stupid. 
The whole idea is.
It's like saying that every English speaking person in this planet is intelligent.
To me English is a language, a language used for communicating with others.
Language, in fact any language is supposed to be a means of communication.
What language is not, is a bar to measure your intelligence.
It should never be used that way either.
People who judged others based on that person's linguistic knowledge should really pay a visit to their shrink's cause something is really wrong with them.
There might be highly gifted individuals who can contribute a lot in this world but since they can't speak English don't get much recognition.
Then there are those who despise and ostracize others for speaking in a language that they can't understand.
If someone ever came up to me told me to speak in the language they understand and not the one in which I was conversing them with, I would humbly deny their request and if that leads to them laying a hand on me, I guarantee that it'll be the last time they ever raised their hand or even opened their mouth.
Nobody and I mean nobody has any right to tell me in what language I should talk in.
I speak in the languages that I'm comfortable with.
At home I'm comfortable in talking in Hindi, whereas outside or other places I use English.
Even the locals prefer the language they know rather than other which they have a lesser knowledge of.
Knowing other languages doesn't hurt but that doesn't mean one is supposed to know every language if they wish to travel to other countries or places.
It'll be a really long time when people come to this realization.
Till then one can hope that this country would produce more knowledgeable people and give less importance to those educated idiots. 

What's Luck Got To Do With It?

Life's a gamble and I gamble a lot.
A nice metaphor if you ask me.
Though I'm not even close to be called as gambler, the topic for today does involve gambling a bit.
Luck, a thing most people need and most people think that it is the only thing they need.
Some have good days and some have bad days, but there won't ever be a day where people won't stop cursing their luck or praising it.
Nobody can give a detailed explanation on luck, but they do know that it has to do with certain situations that they chance upon.
Whether you are going for an interview or giving an exam, someone will wish you luck, it has nothing to do with you performing well in the exam or clearing the interview, all it does is give you some hope that you won't fail miserably, obviously the outcome is different but luck plays its part well.
Take flipping coins as an example, you never know which side the coin lands on, but guessing the outcome is what makes it fun.
It can be heads or tails or on those rare occasions the coin lands straight without falling on the head or tail.
You try all the tricks in the bag and still can't figure out what side the coin lands on.
If your luck's good then you'll guess them all or most of them right.
Poker is one of the card games that I like playing online.
I'm not into betting games but poker is fun.
The rules are pretty simple and luck plays the bigger role, in fact take any card game and luck will have a role to play.
You either bet everything and win big or lose everything.
There will be times when you can't stop winning and times when you can't win anything.
If I was given a chance to play poker at a proper casino, I'd never play since anything that involves me putting my money  where there's no guarantee that I'll be able to earn more and a possible chance that I'd lose it all doesn't sit well with me.
Another thing is that, while playing poker in real life, you have to maintain an expressionless face also called the 'poker face' otherwise people will know that you have a good hand and won't bet much.
Luck plays its part from the moment you get the cards till the moment the last card is drawn.
You can go from losing the hand to winning the whole pot or vice versa. 
Another form of luck that isn't known to many but exists is called 'rookie luck'.
I'll explain with this example.
Stock market or you can call it the investor's playground.
You invest your money by buying shares or selling them, whatever dividend you earn is your profit over the money you invested.
Here you wake up in the morning as a millionaire and go to sleep at night completely broke.
Anything can happen, absolutely anything.
There are even people whose job is to speculate whether the market will rise or fall.
Imagine a certain individual whose been investing in the market for more than 20 years, he one day comes across a young fellow whose just out of college and knows absolutely nothing about the stock market and watches as he puts all his earnings that he got from doing part-time jobs into the market and buys some shares of a no name company.
That man may smirk thinking on the mistake that kid committed and goes over to the young man to give some professional advice.
 He has hardly taken a few steps when the market goes up and the company that the young man invested in earns big.
He's shocked and looks again, the company he put the money in doesn't gain much but that young man in that instant has earned more than what he has earned in his whole career as an investor.
The young man didn't knew whether that the market will go up neither did the old investor.
Since it was his first time doing this, we can call it as rookie luck.
First timers, whether it's in guessing games or stock market investments or sports betting have a good chance of winning since they aren't aware of the whole system and just do it as they have a feeling that luck's on their side.
That's rookie luck and it only happens when you're new to those things.
It's a one time phenomenon that's all.
Moving on.
People often confuse luck with fate.
Fate has nothing to do with luck.
Fate is something that is already written and changes by the course of action an individual takes.
Luck is something that follows their fate, if their luck is good then whatever path they chose was best for them otherwise they made a big mistake.
Best way to put it would be like this statement.
Everything that you did today, every action and every step you took has led you to this point where you are reading this statement.
That's your fate, incredible isn't it.
So the final question, what's luck go to do with all this?
Everything. 
You can't escape it but accept that luck plays its part in your life.
Science or religion may have their own theories regarding luck but both are far from the truth.
No one knows how it works, but it does and that's what matters.
That's luck.

Conquering Fear

As I walked into the room lost in my own thoughts, our eyes met.

It was up there in the wall stuck like a sticker out of place.

It made the first move and crawled into hiding.

Me, I shrieked like a little girl and ran, I ran and ran until my feet stopped.

It was a harmless creature which didn't belong in my room.

It knew that as well.

It was a lizard, a house lizard.

Now, most people don't mind these things, even I who doesn't care if a cockroach or a spider passes by, but lizards, they scare me.

My family gets a laugh whenever I spot one of those things in any room.

I fail to see the humor in this.

Its not a child's fear of lizards that I have.

I'll tell you what happens to me when I spot them.

First, I freeze, dropping everything that I'm doing and run as far as I can.

The next thing, my body starts shaking, cold sweat forming over my head, my heart starts beating faster than normal.

I cannot think, I cannot talk, but cower in fear.

They may laugh but once if I ever get a panic attack, it'll wipe the smirk off their faces.

Then I guess they'll take it seriously.

The thing is I am not afraid of other lizards like a chameleon or an iguana.

In fact I don't mind the presence of an house lizard in my room.

I just don't like the way it moves.

Its movement has a faint resemblance to another reptile that I have a phobia of.

Snakes.

The fear of snakes that I have is way bigger than my fear of house lizards.

I get chills even if I look at a picture or drawings of them.

If I ever come across one, I'll faint the moment I see it and might even die without it biting me.

That's why I'm using the term phobia instead of just saying I'm afraid.

Everybody is afraid of something or the other.

Some fear the dark, some fear ghosts and some even fear god.

The last one is completely stupid according to me.

I believe, if you are afraid instead of feeling blessed by the mention of an entity, you cannot call it a god.

Another way to put it is, they are not afraid of god, they are just afraid of the wrath they will face if they do something wrong.

But that's my opinion.

Anyways, fear is something everyone has, if someone comes up to you saying they're not afraid of anything, they're lying or just are yet to come across the thing they fear.

Having something that you are afraid of shows that you are normal human and that's saying something with how weird our world has turned into.

It doesn't makes you a lesser person, all it does is shows that even the toughest among us has something that they are afraid of.

Conquering the thing that you are afraid of starts by accepting what you are afraid of.

Let people mock you and laugh at the thing you are afraid of.

Cause if you see it, you'll realize that they are also afraid of certain trivial things but haven't told anyone.

It's completely okay to be afraid of a lot of things, just make sure your enemy isn't aware of what you fear.

As that day will come when you realize, the thing that you fear so much is all inside your head and like everything, a figment of your imagination.

Damsel In Stress

Being stressed these days seems to be a part of life.
People today live such a stressed life that they don't even try to get it out and relax.
Even the school kids are not spared, with stress regarding homework or exams.
The stress in college ranges differently from the stress about dating someone or passing the exams.
Working life adds another load of stress and it keeps on accumulating until you grow old.
Everyone's stressed about something or the other and if they come across someone who isn't stressed, they will make fun of him since they can't find the reason why that person isn't stressed.
Then that time comes when all of them want to reduce it or eliminate it.
That's the time when they all start to act as a damsel in distress, waiting for their prince charming to come and rescue them.
It's plain stupid, as most of the time they themselves are the reason for their stress and hardly make an attempt to reduce it.
They turn to various activities that reduce stress.
Activities that relaxes the mind like, meditation.
Meditation is good and useful but unless you possess strong will power or get enough sleep, it is not for you.
Imagine a day in the office where you are stressed and feel the need to meditate, you close your eyes, clear out your mind, forgetting the fact that you hardly slept last night, that little meditation session of your ends up being a power nap and later you have to face the wrath of your boss which adds to your stress.
You could try mind relaxing games like chess, or as I call "a slow paced version of I don't know what the hell I'm doing but I think I might win."You could also try your hand in outdoor sports like tennis or football but the main problem with these games is that it starts off as a friendly event, until you have an opportunity to win and cannot lose at any cost.
That also adds to your stress.
Swimming is relaxing, visit a nearby pool once in a while as swimming is a good exercise for your body but be careful in case you spot your friends there as they might make you partake in races with them, even though you don't wanna but it looks fun.Racing of any kind be it in water, air, land or even fire is competitive enough, even if the event may be of a friendly affair, your mind eggs you on your desire to win, even if you don't have it but hey! your brain doesn't see it that way.
Thus, another factor to increase your stress.
Is there a way out?
Yes, there is.
The solution, the only solution.
I present to you, THE BUBBLE WRAP.
That funny looking plastic sheet covered in bubbles, originally used for packing objects but widely used for popping those bubbles for amusement.
It is perfect for reducing stress.
You don't need to think much, heck, you don't even need to think at all since all you have to do is pop the bubbles.
It's fun and you can keep on doing it for hours without being bothered about the time or place.
The creators of these were geniuses and even they would have never in their wildest dreams imagined that these wraps could be used in such a way.
You can get these bubble wraps by going to a store or online and buy a vase or any glass item that you don't need but have some spare money to buy them.
Just chuck out the item or gift it to a friend or relative and let loose your stressful mind to pop every bubble in it, if in case some of them don't pop, you can always stomp on it, which may leave you with even less bubbles to pop.
You could open a shop selling them and earn enough, plus you won't be stressed out since you have the perfect stress buster at your workplace. 
So, say goodbye to all those terrible days of stress with the perfect tool to beat stress and have a great day!

Lost Memories Of Childhood

Your childhood is the best time of your life and also the shortest one.
Those are the days of freedom and enjoyment of life to the fullest.
Those were the times when your aim's were as bold as becoming an astronaut to the plain stupid ones of becoming a taxi driver.
You could be stupid, foolish or even smart enough around the adults and still be admired.
You knew that you were loved and cared for.
But now all of it seems like a distant memory.
I can relate to it too, with the time I've spent playing with my nephew.
He finds fun in anything and everything.
Getting amazed at how the fan or light works, pointing out the birds in the sky, talking on the phone.
For us it may be a daily thing, but to him, each day is like discovering a new thing.
If I describe my childhood then I guess it would be in Delhi, at my nana and nani's garden.
That rectangular piece of land covered in grass, surrounded by trees on the right and plants on the left.
It was there where I would spend a good part of my summer holidays playing in the garden with my brother.
I couldn't wait for my school to end and go to Delhi with my family, travelling in the train and reaching there next day.
 Most of the time as I entered the house, I would throw my stuff in the room and dash straight to the garden.
My brother and I liked to play cricket over there with the plastic table as our stump and a brick or a stick at the bowler's end.
We already had our bat there and the balls were unwillingly donated to us by the kids playing in the neighboring park.
Sometimes I would get up early in the morning to see my mom drinking tea in the garden and reading the newspaper with nana and nani, the teacups on the same table that we used as our stump.
There were times when I would also water the plants in the garden and even go to the neighboring garden for a walk.
Later, I would continue our match with my brother and sometimes even dad would join in, though mostly as a spectator.
Nana would at times sit and watch us play; there was this one time when he dozed off and mom asked him if he would like to sleep inside, he said that he would watch us play then go to sleep and mom went back inside.
At times we would play for hours then tired and hungry we would go inside to watch the TV.
There were those times when it got really hot outside and we just sat inside the room, AC on and we would wrestle.
Now, if you have a younger or elder brother and have never ever wrestled with them when you were young, you missed out big time.
We would argue when playing cricket and at times the argument would turn into a brawl and then we would stop playing.
That would last for only a day and then next day we would be back playing again.
We loved to compete with each other and since my bro is good in cricket he would always win.
I have seen almost all types of weather in Delhi, I've seen it rain, hot days, cold days and even days when I didn't know whether to feel hot or cold.
Mom and dad would often take us to visit our relatives there but since that meant cutting down our playing time, I hated it.
I liked to have fun and run around, not sit in one place with people I hardly saw for an year.
I loved to be in the garden, with the big trees from which squirrels would run up and down, the tree with lemons as big as tangerines and the various plants with thorns in them.
I also loved the smell of the grass which sometimes smelt bad but only cause a stray had shat on the bushes.
I spent most of my time playing in the garden than inside the house.
But as time went on and I grew older, entered college, all these things soon came to a halt and the next thing I knew I started to spend more time inside the house than outside in the garden.
It showed that I had grown older and things like playing outside was just a nice part of my childhood.
Time went by and even my trips there started to shorten and  when my nana passed away and like my childhood he became a precious part of my memory, I just couldn't imagine that garden without him in it, sometimes drinking tea or watching us play.
 I didn't even knew when was the last time I stepped into the garden and noticed the small changes there.
Now that garden has more flowers than before and properly resembles a garden, not a playground where my brother and I would play, but a more colorful and vibrant looking one.
That garden is an important part of mine and many of my cousins and relatives childhood.
Though I doubt any have used it as extensively as my brother and I did.
But I know that when I close my eyes, trying to remember my childhood, it will always show an image of me playing with my brother in that garden.
I know that my childhood may be over and that kind of time will never come back, but it also shows that I had the best time of my life.
It may be over now, like how we stopped noticing the small things in our lives. 
The same things that could fascinate a child but we fail to notice, since we're older now and we gotta look at the big stuff and not care about those things anymore.
I do pity the kids today who mostly will never learn the joy of being outside because they are way too busy with their smartphones or tablets.
But you can always take a step back, go visit the park, slide down the slide even if it is too small for you or swing in the swings, swing as high as you can go, only to crash land when you come down.
Even if you get funny looks from people, it doesn't matter since it shows that you had a better childhood than them.
Be proud cause this is the only thing no one can take away from you.
Be proud of your childhood as one day it will all become a distant memory.

Karma Ain't Always A Bitch

One of the few things that I believe in this world is, karma.
Karma is the nature of actions of a person whose consequences can be good or bad.
People having good karma are the ones who do good for others and not only for themselves and later on are rewarded for it.
People who do bad to others and mean harm to them might have to watch out cause those same people they harmed might hurt them back, that's called bad karma.
In general, people have the wrong impression of what karma actually is,
Many people believe, that you do something wrong and then later something bad will happen to you.
It could be anything small or irrelevant.
It may not even be wrong in your eyes but to others it may be wrong.
That's not karma.
Karma doesn't affects the small things in our lives.
It takes our life as a whole and based on that it could be bad or good karma.
Let's put it this way:
A child, when it is born, its parents look after its every needs, from feeding to entertaining it and as times pass by and the parents are older, unable to look after themselves, its the child now a fully grown adult, is the one who looks after them.
This act of giving and receiving can also be termed as karma.
If your luck is bad or something bad happens to you, you can't blame karma on it.
It could possibly be your fault, unless you don't want to admit it.
Even I had to face times when things didn't work out the way I wanted to or that time when things were going so smoothly for me, it kinda made me wonder when something bad will happen.
That could be karma playing its part in my life.
Every religion has a different interpretation of karma and well, it still sounds the same.
But if you look at it realistically, the main purpose of karma is to make you aware of the fact that, if you do or think bad of others, something bad will befall you.
Even if you don't believe in it, you can feel it happening around you.
The main message that karma gives you, according to me, is that you got to think positively in any situation you are put in, no matter how bad or worse it is.
Think positive, don't blame someone else, accept your fate and when the time comes, you'll get the answer.
If I have to sum up karma, then I guess using Radiohead's song Karma Police will suit well.
The music video for that song starts with a car driving on a road, at night and the car was trying to mow down a man who was running ahead and avoid getting hit by the car, soon the man gives up and falls down, accepting his fate and gets up to see the car reversing, ready to mow him down, at that moment the man notices the petrol leaking from the car, without giving away his intentions, he lights a matchstick and throws it down, the car soon gets burned.
Now, since we don't have a clear picture whether the man did something wrong or it was the car's fault(they don't show the driver), we all assume that the role of the bad guy is being played by the car and at the end, it gets what it deserved.
That's called karma and at times it can be a real bitch.

Special Kind Of Stupid

They say stupidity is contagious, it spreads faster than a viral disease.
It's like monkey see, monkey do.
Everyone is stupid and does something stupid from time to time even if they won't admit it.
Even I admit that some of my actions or judgments are stupid.
But there exists a certain kind of stupidity which can be found in some people.
They might not even realize it, but everyone can admit that what they just did or said was stupid.
We call those people a special kind of stupid.
For example take politicians, almost all of them are stupid but there are some gems in that group whose words or actions might make you question their ability to run the country.
Imagine an ordinary classroom where the teacher is telling the students to mark all the necessary stuff that is going to come in the exam and study from it.
He even writes it on the board specifying what is important and what's not.
Once he's done, there will always be one, that one student who'll ask the teacher about the rest that's not marked important.
The teacher dumbfounded will ask him to repeat what he said and once realizing that he's just trying to act smart, make a straight face and explain it to that student once again.
Now since I mentioned that the student is only trying to act smart, will not get it and again ask the teacher.
This time not only the teacher but even the students would become aware of his stupidity and start mocking him, 
Meanwhile the teacher leaves the classroom in the hope that the next class doesn't contain an idiot like that student.
That student is another example of special kind of stupid and you can find more like him/her in almost every class.
This thing happens even as you drive, the fellow ahead of you is a fine example of a good driver.
He follows all the traffic rules while driving in the highway until he comes to a halt at the traffic light.
That's when he'll show you his true colors. 
He stops his car at lane going to the right and as the signal turns green he turns to the left.
He could have easily changed the lane and entered the one where he needed to turn.
That person's stupidity is unique and thus he's what we call a special kind of stupid.
Now let's change the scenario to a fast food joint.
People love to pig out at McD's or KFC and then comes the stupid people demanding healthy food from them.
Why don't they get it?
It's a fast food joint, the owners don't give a damn about the customer's health but are only concerned with customer's shelling out a lot of money each time they go there to eat.
But the special kind of stupid, they are the ones who don't care about all that, they will go there and they will eat healthy, so what if it's a fast food joint, they can always order a salad burger and a diet coke to go with it.
People if you do that, please don't, not only are your reasons stupid you'll look stupid as well.
As we've entered the golden age of internet, facebook, twitter, youtube etc. stupidity has evolved to the digital media.
I love to read the comments that are posted on the social media.
Firstly, if you are new to the internet there a few things that you should be aware of, trolls and photoshop.
Trolling is an art where someone posts a fake story about something and watches as a horde of netizens fall into their trap believing that the story is real.
Photoshop helps the trolls as the best tool to morph images to look real but are way too fake to resemble the actual image.
But people still believe it to be true and are offended or made fun of all the time.
Trolls live in the presence of stupid people as they know that these are the only one's who'd fall for their tricks.
The best example for it is the posts on facebook where if you share or write a certain comment on the post then something will happen, trust me nothing happens.
People will fall for those tricks but lets take it to another level.
The special kind one, they not only believe it to be true but even share it with others and try to convince them.
That's when you know that you are dealing with are really special kind of stupid person.
Comedians have it way worse than other regular people.
For comedians, the worst part of their act is when they have to explain a joke to someone.
It makes them think that their joke wasn't funny.
The problem is definitely not the joke but the person questioning it,
The person just doesn't gets it and he'll keep questioning him sometimes even about things unrelated to the joke.
At that point the comedian has only two options, either he give in to that persons query and answer it or he just goes ahead and makes fun of that fella.
The obvious choice is number two but sometimes newbies might given in and choose number one.
Well, as the saying goes, "Stupid is as stupid does", we'll never run out of these people.
You'll definitely meet them a lot of times and don't be confused or amazed at their stupidity, just shrug it off and tell them this,
"You're a special kind of stupid, aren't ya!"

Trust You Must

I'm someone who doesn't trust people that easily and it's not like that I think people may back-stab me, it's just that I do have a lot of trust issues.
How do I deal with it?
I don't really do anything like coming in terms with it, cause I've yet to figure out what caused it in the first place.
From time to time I keep meeting different people, like relatives or friends or just people in general.
I've never initiated a conversation with them since I don't really talk too much.
It's something that has been a part of me for a quite a long period of time.
The reason being is simple.
My mind is always preoccupied with stuff unrelated to the things happening at present and at times it's more interesting to be lost in my thoughts than bother to take part in the conversations of my peers.
The conversations that they all have are interesting too and since I don't know much about the stuff they talk about I usually end up listening to their conversations instead of taking part in it.
The same thing happens with my family, though the difference being is that they all talk about stuff that I'm least interested in and obviously talk about stuff that's happening in their lives.
I don't care about what goes on in the life of my relatives and even be bothered to care, what I don't like is the same pestering questions they ask, ranging from getting a job to what's going on in my life.
As if I'd want to answer any of that.
I'm someone who loves to live in solitude with sometimes accompanied with my friends or peers and laugh at their conversations sharing a drink or two, sometimes four.
That kind of atmosphere is pretty hard to capture with my relatives, siblings aside.
Since I've been brought up in an atmosphere where I was for the most period of time surrounded by my relatives, provided with everything that I wanted without having to pester them too much, that's why  I hardly knew things that kids my age did.
That had a lot of impact in me when I was growing up and wanting to trusting others.
I was really amazed whenever I'd encounter someone who could start up a conversation with a person they didn't knew at all, I thought to myself that I really should try doing that and well I've never succeeded as I would chicken out in the last minute.
Another thing that bothered me was the way my family behaved around me when I finally entered adulthood.
It's like the whole childhood that I lived was a lie.
Their presumptions that I'm someone who has no clue how the world outside my home functions or how hard it is to get by when you don't have enough to support your family or yourself, that you don't have the skills to do things most people can do so easily.
It really is stupid as I know way more than any of them could and I definitely don't need them telling me all the time how this society functions.
In their eyes I may be still a kid, maybe cause I'm not that tall, but I do have a mental age that's much mature and way better than any of them.
I am not someone who thinks that I know everything, I do like to learn about new things as days pass by but what I hate is that attitude of theirs towards me.
This is something that I have to overcome if I want to get over my trust of others.
It's also not that I don't respect them, I do, but I would love it if they would at least leave me be cause I'm at my best when I'm by myself.
The trust issues that I have, the me that is yet to open up to others and take my own stand will only happen when I do realize that in all this mess the fault in not speaking up, opening up to others, this fault lies alone with me and yes that day will come when I will change for good, till then I'll probably chill  and live my life on my own terms.

A Day In The Life (Shorts)

Every day the man wakes up early and leaves for work, sometimes ignoring the breakfast his wife made him.
He has to deal with the daily morning traffic as he drives his car on the busy highway to the office.
Though he hasn't violated any traffic rules, he has twice came close to breaking them.
On both occasions the cause was the same, late for the meeting which were never held at the office but at a location where you couldn't avoid the heavy traffic.
He  never gets angry at his juniors or office staff but that case is different when he encounters other motorists on the highway.
As he reaches his office he begins his days being greeted and greeting whoever he meets on the lift of his office building.
He has a spacious room, almost at the top floor of his office where he works.
This position of his costed him the love of his life but he has no regrets since he now has a good family to take care of, though he occasionally dreams of what his life could have been had he not left her.
He had such expectations of the current position he is in such as, getting a secretary, which he thought would be a woman in her late 20's, wearing glasses and hair bound neatly in a bun and always wearing a short skirt.
All he got was a middle-aged person, that too a man, which, when he first met destroyed his fantasy of getting a secretary.
Though he does crack really good jokes from time to time, it is perhaps the only reason he has kept him.
Lunch break is the time when he heads down to the canteen to eat with the other employees, a thing he does so that he could get to know the new employees and other workers better.
In reality though, the canteen guy serves him an extra side dish whenever he orders lunch which makes him come for more.
His juniors and staff workers have quite an opinion of him and do make snide comments whenever he passes by.
They range from comments about his receding hairline to the fat bulge in his stomach which once stored his abs now looks as if they never existed. 
He let's it all pass as he is aware of the fact that they don't even make half of his paycheck.
Once his lunch break is over he has a conversation on his phone with his kids, he likes to listen to whatever demands they have, like getting new toys or some gadgets to play with, they probably don't know how much pressured he is during work and still doesn't mind since listening to the voice of his children is what gets him through the day.
At evening he takes a short break to smoke a cigarette or two, the habit which he got from the love of his life, still stuck to this day and successfully hidden from his wife, who probably is aware of it but hasn't mentioned it yet to him.
This is the only time of solace when he doesn't pick up any calls or calls anyone.
He ends his day an hour late caused mostly by trying to rectify the mistakes of his juniors and scolding them or as he likes to call it 'guiding' them.
The drive back home is the repeat of what happens in the morning with the addition of a clueless traffic cop whose original duty is to lessen the traffic but does the exact opposite.
By 10 O'clock he's home, greeting his children with a hug and giving them a small present which he took the time to buy while still busy with office work, then proceeding on to kissing the cheeks of his wife in hope that something good is for dinner.
That look of disappointment on his face is the sign that it's the same bland food he's been eating the rest of his life, which is funny since when they were newlyweds she cooked the most amazing food he had ever eaten in his life.
'Marriage and children do change the food that you eat', he thought to himself as he began to eat what looked like curry and sadly in his mind missing the taste of that canteen food.
After his kids have fallen asleep, he goes in to his room, changed into his pajamas and watches the news for few minutes as he prepares to go to sleep.
He has noticed the changes in his wife as well, being married for 15 years he remembers as he lays next to her, that when they were newlyweds both of them felt pretty awkward sleeping next to each other and now it's like sleeping next to his brother and not his wife.
With that thought in mind he goes to sleep, lost in his fantasies and a world without worries only to be woken up by the sound of the alarm next day.
The only words he mentions as he is getting up is the same that he's been repeating for the last 20 years.
'Same shit, different day'