What if you were Rajnikanth?

And how to answer that question with a rant.

Are you kidding me? If I were Rajnikanth, I would go and hug every damn person on the road. I would meet, talk and hug every one I can within my human life. I would just go into some ones house, pick something to eat and stuff myself with it. I would go to every party I am invited. Every engagement I am called for. If I were Rajnikanth I would get to know every last person on earth. That’s what I would do. I would make sure that people get sick and tired of seeing me, but they still want more from me. I would spend more time talking to young and old people, collect stories, write about them, talk about them. I would take these stories every where I go.

If I were Rajnikanth I would be the mother Teresa of stories. I would do to stories what mother Teresa did to lepers. I would collect stories — good, bad, ugly and give them all my heart. I would listen to them with all my senses. I would give my emotion and intellect to these stories. I would make sure all stories in the world are heard, no matter what.

Life is short. So fucking short. And we all are behaving as if we have so much time. We all are living like there is no end. Like we all have fucking seven lives or something. We spend so much time around fart. Just seeing and listening to senseless fart all around. We are so good in the art of fart, we could start a fucking school on it.

Go to the street. There are people out there running every minute for the next meal. Every moment for that roof above their head. Every second for that debt that their families have piled upon them. Man after man. Woman after woman. There are millions of people who cant think of the next second. They can’t even think of tomorrow, forget about the future. They can’t dream. There are millions of kids in this world who don’t have the luxury to chase their dreams. You have got so much time on your hands and you just fart it. You just disperse it into the air. You just come up with a world of lame excuses. Tell me why lazying around and watching TV is the best way to spend your time now. How its THE best way to spend your minute now. What the fuck are you doing with your time? Give me one reason why you cant do anything better than watching the house of cards or how much The Sultan is grossing in box office.

You don’t like the fart metaphor? OK, You are dying, you are running out of money and you are spending your last dollar to buy a fucking gum. That’s how you are acting right now. How’s that for a fucking metaphor?

If only I had this. If only I were in that position. If only I was born in that age. If only I had a pop like him or a mom like her. Fuck that. Fuck that man. You will have one thing that someone else doesn’t have. You will always have. We all do. Even if you have nothing, you have nothing. That’s somewhere to start. Stop looking for lame ass excuses for yourself. You mind is lazy. Its fucking lazy and it doesn’t want to do a thing. That’s why it keeps finding excuses. So that it can lazy around till you figure it out. So stop falling for it and get its lazy ass to work.

Complaining = Excuses exaggerated. You come with a excuse which is flimsy at first. You then REALLY believe in it. Then blow its importance by 10 times. This is how you start complaining. So you just pulled nothing out of thin air and made it so complicated for yourself to do anything. You just took a nothing and made into something that could stop you from doing. That’s what makes your life miserable. That’s what makes you a loser. Next time your whiny bitch ass starts talking something, shut it the fuck up. Put a fucking gun on its mouth and blow it.

And that is what I will do if I were Rajnikanth.