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On koolness, Phonyness, Holden Caulfields etc. and all

This is one more post with nothing in particular. It was just that I was feeling like writing something crappy as no one was listening to me. I was watching a movie, not studying, was in a mood to do nothing in particular, getting bored and all that stuff. Actually I was browsing through people’s Orkut profiles. They have written such a nice bunch of krap. I mean all sounded so unreal, so phony. I mean, every second guy is a cool guy. That I must have seen million times by now. This all scares hell out of me. I mean I don’t say that I am someone great or someone like Howard Roark or John Galt, nor I can be. I don’t have such great ideals or morality or any such krappy stuff. But it all sounds so unreal and millions tonnes of aaattitude and exhaggerations thrown in. Dude … they are so arrogant. I mean, they are such idiots that they think that only they are the only human beings on earth, and others are just crappy combination of cranky bones and muscles. And all those artificial and contrived writings with lotsa kool sounding words and spelling mistakes to make it look kool thrown in. I mean Y du peepul make sow manee spalleng meestaches ? Y du they make such contrived centenses? They keep on repeating same kool words and phrases again and again. They are such a bunch of liars, only thing they seem to know is critisizing others, as if they are the greatest person to ever exist on earth. I mean, be yourself dude. Man, you have got a life. Reading all that I was feeling like Holden Caulfield, a character surrounded by phonies. I mean, people are so unkool when they pretend to be so kool. I mean some men are born kool, some become kool, and some just pretend koolnes. All unkool men belong to the third category. I mean I am koolly impressed by the way they are so unkool. This might sound Yossariansqueish, but this is the the way things are … I tell u that. And they are such a bunch of unkool selfish arrogant brats. Better stay indoors like Boo Radley or someone as goddamn stupid. Damn! I can go on continuously about trillions of other things in the universe I know about, but the truth is that I don’t give a damn about telling people. After all why should I ?

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Holden Caulfield - Catcher in the Rye

Yossarian – Catch 22

John Galt – Atlas Shrugged

Howard Roark – The Fountainhead

Boo Radley - To kill a mockingbird

(The purpose of last part was not to give references of these characters, but to tell u that I have read many of these goddam books and all stuff …)

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