Ronie Dinosaur

Let’s think along with the whole world: What if one day your bank balance becomes equal to mine- which is nil? What if greed loses its influence on your mind, and your intent grows still? Perhaps then you would remember me. Read more from here...

No whiskey, no coffee, Neither local liquor nor desi. Roasted black peas and jaggery- Ronie Dinosaur wasn’t crazy. Away from whey, bidi, and cigarette, I saw air-hostesses on my way to college. Read more from here...

The day I break free from this cage, this jail, my first drink won't be a sorry tale. I'll boil two liters of rich, creamy milk, stir in a quarter-kilo of supplement-Cadbury's Silk. No more fat; I refuse to stay soft as a MILF. Then toss in two packs of biscuits to the steaming mix. Read more from here...

A horse was teased by an eagle for running. A bird was blamed for flying too high, while the fish swims, eats plenty, and rules the water like a queen. You cannot do a thing; you are useless. But it is what it is. You either face your demons, Read more from here...

Think. Think. Think. Why am I here? This universe is a rehab center, treating your addiction to knowing yourself- until you stop asking, Who am I? Then they keep you locked in. Read more from here...

Better than a life spanning a hundred years are the days of love-so long as you know it is love. What if I became a philosopher and knew everything? What if I gained the life I never had-still nothing. What if I fucked a thousand women-still nothing. But if I had the life I wanted, while knowing what I already had? Read more from here...

Without fear, without regret, from a point where there is nothing to lose, with an open heart-they humiliated me. From that girl in school to a whore from the parlour, sometimes I think I was made like a lab rat Read more from here...

Since I can’t control anyone else, I rule the only kingdom I can - my own body and mind. In rehab, I lived on four hundred grams a day - flour, oats, carbohydrates, nothing else - Read more from here...

She already had estrogen- raw material for a bitch. Now she’s the brand ambassador for hookers, a tiara crowning a bastard’s throne. A whore takes revenge on the world by being cheap and bitter; Read more from here...

Mathematics is a language, yes-but what, exactly, are its speakers observing, and what do they hope to express? Nature doesn't whisper in Tagalog or Latin; it simply is. Yet those scribbling equations on paper seem utterly detached from it, like addicts chasing delirium, as if the page might swallow itself into a black hole. Solve the riddle of prime numbers? Without a fixed point of reference, it's not a treasure hunt-it's nothing at all, neither zero nor infinity. In this world, we all scramble to flee our own existence, dutifully playing our parts. Like waves straining to break free from the ocean-except waves lack awareness. When you're with a whore, you flood the room with light: halogens, stars, whole galaxies blazing. But with a lover, you might just shut your eyes and surrender to the feel of it. I can't fathom what revelations lurk on that paper, worth poring over for understanding-something my $2,000 supercomputer crunches effortlessly. But it doesn't know it can't be loved back. It is indeed a better choice to find the answers yourself if there is a way, rather than keep looking for a daddy to answer them for you through religion or god. Read more from here...