The Common Odd Man:

I am the common odd man, the orthodox paradox of the modern society who has a smartphone with lots of apps but no use. With unlimited internet GBs but no knowledge of Cloud computing (or whatever that shit means). I am the common odd man, the one who hates the clichés of the old world dancing around trees love but cringes at the BDSM (and 50 shades of it.) The young men and women who don’t understand the theory of my living label me as an obsolete process of evolution but I am not. Neither am I a by-product of abrupt urbanization. I’m the clear offspring of the free spirit and democratic thinking this 21^st century promises.

I like a good laugh but I hate the AIB-knockout. I am for the more-power-to-youth but hate an all quarantined seat of power to them. Cause if this youth makes an app that monitors my oxygen intake, it is this youth that made some bizarre acid attacks that rocked the nation. If these youths started penniless and founded multi-million start-ups, it also webbed people and ran internet scam. I am the common odd man, and I have my flaws. But I have my suspicion too. You can judge me for my ignorance, but don’t nudge me for my innocence.

I am the common odd man and I am tired. Tired of all the prejudices that bind the society, the lack of opportunity, those confused social metaphors of life. I am part of this system and I want to have a say in this game of politics. But I want to have the power to choose NOTA too. I live in this virtual time machine that confines me to a time neither past nor future. The present seems a bit vague too. It’s almost like a conundrum. I wish for skinny jeans but hate when someone else walks up to me in them. The neon colors you flaunt makes me want them, but I judge you too. I love the perfect but hate the perfection and the grandiose process it requires. But judge me and I dare you, and I double-dare you.

It’s silly, immature and stupid but then when did I say am immaculate. Just that I am what I am. I am the common odd man. Like me..? No?....Who cares, buddy…who cares?

P.S.:My posts are infrequent and I am writing literally after a long time. Pardon me. I wish to write but this life craves more of my time  I would rather devote to my interests. Hope you would be with this Pen-o-maniac. Cause I could literally do with some good wishes and blessings. Love y'all. Peace.