354 - Alimohammad "The Alpha" Foroutannezhad

آه فروتن نژاد، آه، که من برای تو ده هزار تومان ویتامین ث خریدم و تو رفتی با یه زید دیگه.
آه فروتن نژاد.
( از خلال درددل‌های یکی از عشاق آقای فروتن‌نژاد )

پ.ن: عنوان مطلب از پغی

353 - Brainless

We, as humans, have survived all the decades and centuries, and sadness has not gotten us and our minds down to dirt only because we have learnt how to counter what we don't like. We all know why we have survived this long. One word, "Brain".

Our brain is a fantastic machine. It knows how to make us happy, how to make us sad. Hell, it even made us call it "Brain" and not "Banana" or "Arsenal".

Through centuries, those of us who had stronger brains have been using it more than others, thus have achieved more. Our civilizations as parts, and the Human Civilization as a collective community has grown on the back of those whose brain has worked better.

Among our smart talents, those who have managed to fill their entire brain's capacity, have managed to live a fruitful and peaceful life. But those who failed in filling their brain, have suffered a fruitful yet not peaceful life.

If we let a fast brain to it's own device, it would make sadness out of any thing around, and it would make way to it's own fast and inevitable demise.

۳۵۲ - میر مست و خواجه مست و یار مست اغیار مست

صد و هفتاد پنج نفر رو بعد از این همه سال برگردوندند.

دلمون ضعف میرفت با هر کلمه ای که در موردشون می شنیدیم. با هر لحظه ای که بهشون فکر می کردیم.

هنوز هم نمی تونم تصور کنم اون مادرها بعد از این همه سال، وقتی بالاخره فهمیدند که چی بر سر بچه شون اومده، چی کشیدند.

ولی دم همه شون گرم. روحشون، اگر سرای دیگری هست، شاد.

من و هزاران هزار نفر دیگر، مدیون اونهاییم.

«ز مستی بر سر هر قطعه زین خاک / خدا داند چه افسرها که رفته»

عنوان مطلب از غزل مولوی به مطلع «ساربانا اشتران بین سر به سر قطار مست»

351 - Luis Suárez

I have never been a fan of his. Hell, I've never been a real soccer fan, after I got introduced to the pure sport, Basketball, and the pure competition in the form of NBA.

Recently, I've seen Suárez's picture around town a lot. He has been part of the Adidas campaign, #ThereWillBeHaters. [I can't congratulate Adidas enough on their awesome choice of him. We all know how hater-prone Suárez is. ]

This is it. This is all there is in this world. If you get a pair of new shoes, people are jealous, cause they want them to be theirs. Same goes for literally anything else.

You got a new, awesome job. Guess what, there are some of your acquaintances and friends, who are jealous.

In a world full of competition, this is the result. People start as being jealous after a competition, when they don't finish first. Through days and years, being a hater becomes normal, and people get used to it. Before you know it, you are being jealous, hating on people, for a competition you were never in.

Being jealouse, Hating, is not the way of good people. At some point you need to stop. Well, if you never started, that's perfect. But if you have started already, you need to stop. At some point, you need to stop being a part of a huge and wrong culture, the culture of hate.

It's dumb to hate.

Thanks for reminding me of that on daily basis, Adidas.

350 - Crazy

I have to admit, I've never felt this strong affections for any one. It just takes me around, in a spiral, higher, higher, and higher. Takes me high to such level that I lose track of time. I just come to my senses, realizing that we've had spent 4 hours with each other, driving around town, grabbing a bite somewhere, and a long hard discussion about a mixture of our topics of interest.

And what happens next? An old friend comes knocking. Knock Knock. Here comes the fucked up part of your brain, and he wants to screw all the things you made today. It comes, out of nowhere, and fucks everything left, right and center.

Part of my mind is going to spend the rest of the evening, finding reasons for me to blame myself, on what I did wrong throughout the mid-day with her. Then, when it is sure it has found it all, it goes back throughout the days, throughout people, acts, and days. Blames me for every piece of simple wrong act I had.

I fought you so hard, I kicked you out so bad, and now, that I started feeling better from all the pain you caused, suddenly you are back from hell, you freaking THOUGHT TUMOR!?

P.S: Title goes both for the state of mind, and for the awesome song by Aerosmith.

349 - Abnormal

Went out for some stuff today.

Stuck in the traffic on the way back, thoughts hit me.

It hit me hard. Looking from outside, I'm acting a bit abnormal, at least when it comes to media and socializing.

Dad got me a ticket to some awesome-ass concert. I am so not planning to go.

People love going to concerts, I'd rather sit at home and listen to the same music in my own peace and freedom.

People love watching series. They follow them. Wait for the next episode to come out, and then go and lock them selves in on their laptop screen. I don't recall when was the last time I watched an episode of any series. It probably should have been sometime back in February or so, and it was definitely an episode of The Big Bang Theory.

People like movies, they follow some directors and actors like religious people follow their religions. When there is a discussion about movies, I probably can participate a bit, since I still remember some names. And I can recall that I watched some movies, and I liked them, or for some, loved them. I can remember 2007, when I watched every single movie of the year I could get my hands on. But now, in 2014, I don't even have a big enough movie-mind-span to watch a two-hour movie without stopping it at least once. [ That is unless it's an animation. Something about the colors still keeps me really entertained.]

People tend to text each other over Viber and Whatsapp and all of such for hours. They share their feelings, they chat about stuff, and spend their time 'socializing' throughout text messages and funny pictures and videos. I'd rather spend my social time, talking to people for real. If I can meet them, or if not, I'd rather call them. I'd rather take advantage of the fact that internet is Semi-down in this Country half of the time, and use it as an excuse to text people over the good 'ol SMS. To call them on their numbers, and talk to them about what I could have resolved with a simple Viber message, so I can hear their voices as well.

Yeah. Apparently, it seems a bit abnormal. But it's all cool. If I only managed to watch some movies again, that would be better. Apparently, I'd be missing too much art if I don't.

348 - Friend

First time that I met you, you were just a classmate of a friend, and all that got my attention was the fact that you were too short. [ I know, I'm an asshole. You don't tell some one they are short, it's not nice. ]

I grew into liking you, befriending you, and keeping you as one of the dearest friends. You have grown into understanding me, where apparently not so many other people do.

I can't convey it by words, how much I'm going to miss you, when you take all your stuff, and move all the way to the other side of this world of ours. But then again, it hurts so much to feel, better not to hurt others with the words of the feeling.

Let's just make sure you know how precious you and your friendship are for me, and how awesome it was to meet you, to befriend you, and to ever share any piece of a talk with you.

P.S: I give you all the rights to be pissed for my upcoming absence, but make sure you stop hating for it before you leave.