Why die a nut?

Caught myself wondering the above at 2 at night some days back...
Why should anyone?! I ask...

Do something interesting before you die. Base-Jump off the Eiffel Tower, wrestle with Great Whites, shit on a pigeon/crow, form a tr00 Brutal Gridcore Melodic Horror kvlt Progressive Black Death Metal band, do a gig at Razz, get banned for life, watch KANK or for that matter, DDLJ, HAHK, K3G, K2H2, DTPH, TRRP (Ta Ra Rum Pum) and say it out loud, create 1,001 communities on orkut, dig your way through to the US, protest outside KFC for growing those mutant chickens, stop the Iraq war, end world hunger, search for Elvis and a whole lot of other crazy stuff including learning knitting etc...

But do something. Don't just sit on your lazy buttocks all day, every day, watching advertisements on TV, or on your PC. And please don't give that lame-ass excuse for an excuse, 'arre budda ho gaya re iske liye sab' ( A one shoe man, listening? ).

Live a life less mediocre. Give your kids (Vasu - something must have surely found its way through, Anshu - chod) something to talk about during their History period.



I used to work as a production support engineer (call centre for a call centre) and used to get calls at midnight for issues. Why-die-a-nut is what the firang at the other end of the line called me, on the only night that I ever picked up a call. If you bought any of the above psychobabble, you're a nut and you should die...