The new kind of idealism

the new kind of idealism:
as I have stated previously, I am a very normal guy.
You hear such kind of words from a man when he has found success and he tries hard to convince others that he is just like them while deep down he believes he is not, He is not a ‘normal guy’.
But seldom have you got to hear this from a man who is struggling hard to find success in his ventures and really is nothing buy a ‘normal guy’.
so, yeah, where were we?
normal guy, yeah!
I sometimes have this inevitable fear that I would never amount to much. Now you would say that you have never heard of a successful man who was afraid of something.
that’s the point, we don’t know if I am going to be successful or not. Its for the jury to decide later on.
this is a very new kind of idealism!
you see, inspiration drains away after some time, isn’t it?
you read about a successful entrepreneur whose company just raised tons of gold.
inspired. Motivated. “I am gonna raise havoc here”
haven’t you said these words just too often?
but what if I paint you a picture of a guy who works his ass off 9-5 for minimum wage, has nothing to look forward to except for the weekend and when the weekend comes after what seems like years, he spends all of it sleeping because he is too tired to get out and have fun.
who doesn’t remember when was the last time he laughed really hard that his guts came to his throat,
whose recent happy moment was when a senior jumped off the terrace and office was closed for the day.
the world is just full of big dogs and bullies, isn’t it?
this fear, this very fear, is what I was talking about.
this fear of failing and living a downtrodden life is the biggest everlasting motivation that I could gift you with.
mistakes are acceptable, so you can correct them before its too late.
failure is not.
you really have just one life, do you really want to spend a chunk of it as a failure?
but, most importantly, remember what the definition of failure is: not trying.
if you try, and commit a mistake, its acceptable and can be worked upon.
success comes from bad experiences.
but if you just don’t try, that is the failure.
then its big dogs and bullies.
so I say,
and I say again,
until It bleeds in your ears,
strap up a pair of balls and get real with life and kick it hard on the face.

live long and kick ass (the weird fingers edition!)

When you fall, you definitely get one chance more to get back up.
I fell down today.
Coincidentally, I fell down yesterday too. I forgave myself yesterday.
today, I would do the same.
Infact, i suggest you to fall down every night, but make sure you are back on the tracks on time.
man I don’t know how this is gonna go, this blabber I am doing.
a pickle called life, too.
there is marks of inks on my calendar. Cross. Ticks. Angry jots.
but what matters is, they are there.
for a white space is nothing but white.
you need to put dent on the universe.
first put dents on yourself. Until you bleed.
until you are wounded more than you ever were.
for then will emerge a new you, and man that would be awesome.
live long and kick ass.

we believe in the Dent!

I am just a regular guy, on the verge of graduation, once who aspired to be a passionate mechanical engineer and worked his ass off to finally get into a reputed college, but who just now enjoys being at the dregs of the rat race. I have two pairs of socks and four pair of jeans, if you could connect to that. I hail from the city of Indore, famous for the street-food and friendliness but which could still take some years to come on the target-list of al-Qaeda. I, am Shubham Sharma. And the pleasure is all mine.
                   This piece of shit is for those in dilemma. Who are confused, who are delusional. Who are rebellious and who carry a huge dream in their ass, hidden from everyone. This piece of shit is for them. Because I myself am one of them and most of the times I respect that about myself. I have no fucking idea what I am gonna end up doing. there is nothing but a determination, to put a Dent on the Universe. If you could connect to that.
this blog will be a memoir of the journey I am embarking on. I will be doing some weird-ass things, breaking conventionality and raising havoc; finding my moments of kicks in between. Come join me to develop a different cult altogether, one which doesn’t like someone else’s thumb hovering overhead, one which loves to taste the pickle called life, one who is born and bound to do some ‘insanely great’ things in one span of life and the one, who worships rock music. Come join what is going to be the biggest renaissance of innovation, creation and execution the world has ever seen. Come be a part of “The Dentist”!