The Articulate Exodus

First thing first. I dont know the meaning the word 'articulate' (will check as soon as i finish typing this). I have used that word, as it sounds similar to the word 'article' i.e you know an item to write(nothing to do with 'a','an' or 'the'). So the title 'The Articulate Exodus' just means, "rush of ideas, while writing an article". So basically, its just sheer confusion. I mean, I sit in front of the very old Daewoo monitor and wonder, "What should i write about?". I mean i can write about so many things. It is after all my first blog. But then, this very confusion, has given me one ray of thought. Life, as one would say is all about choices. Lets not get into the philosophy of LIFE. These bloody choices are the ultimate cause of everything. I can go left or right. I can write this blog or cant or wont. You can either continue reading or just skip this. CHOICES.

My sisters(please note the plurality of the word), my very own sisters, are super-geniuses. You know, the hard working lot, who come up with straight A's and have a VERY good reputation in schools and junior-colleges. Well, something got into my parents and they sent me to the same school and junior-college. I just realize the magnitude of their legacy. DARN! PROBLEM STARTS! One sister finished her engineering and the other is doing Medical. So i have these really nosy neighbours, relatives and fellow society members who ask this really inevitable question "One sister has done Engineering, the other Medical, so what do you want to do?"
HECK! Whats the big idea? I mean, yeah! my sisters are geniuses and all, but hey! why the extra pressure? Handling their legacy is hard enough, i have to be careful not to break rules (though i sure do) and you know, maintain an "I am a good boy" image. Well, thats fine. But this? Bullshit! I cant get to decide, what i am gonna do the next minute and everyone asks such a cruel question!

O! CRUEL WORLD!
I SHALL TAKE MY REVENGE ON THEE!
THOU SHALL PAY FOR THIS!

I bet this is how criminals are born! This sheer confusion is like "hell broken loose". Sometimes i feel, we were better off as apes. All we had to do was jump around and the only knowledge we needed was "which banana is better?" and best of all, to impress the women, all the men(male apes) had to just take sticks and fight other males and shout "ooooo", "ah-ah","ee-ee". Thats so shit easy! But as humans! You need to have "brains". You need "cash". Hell! thats mean! WHY LORD WHY! WHY DO THIS TO US!!!

Well this is it! I will move my ass off here!
Adios!
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