Ronie Dinosaur

Title – Veil, Burkha, Ghoonghat People read a simple poem, plain English, nothing dressed, and name it childish, dumb, unworthy of their test. They hear a nursery rhyme Read more from here...

Losing every battle, one by one, Ronie Dinosaur arrived- scarred, stripped bare, still standing. I no longer know where the winners went, or whether they ever existed. Even cattle need a shepherd. Read more from here...

This is something beyond mere bad intentions-people with very little ability have those, not me. The reason I don’t have a girlfriend until today is because I’m too horny. I have a lot of lust, and it isn’t an issue of intent; it’s part of my character that I feel it in excess. It steals the show, taking the spotlight away from moving step by step toward mutual understanding and affection. I end up giving the wrong message by mistake. And my low emotional intelligence makes it seem like lust is the only way I know how to approach a girl. I don’t live by the clock. Sometimes I sleep at eight and wake up at midnight in the middle of winter, and I have no desire to sleep again. That’s normal for me. From my study years to my athletic days to the period of alcoholism, I never cared about a watch. For me, dark is light and light is dark; neither is special. I’m lonely during the day just as much as I am at night. That “love at first sight”-I never saw the girl beyond her eyes, let alone anything below the belt. I was afraid that even looking at her would make her dirty. With the girl in college, I restrained myself whenever she became affectionate because I was scared she would misunderstand me. Maybe that’s why I could never say what I actually felt, and I lost her-and many others later. When I say nobody ever wanted me, I mean I wasn’t good-looking enough for anyone to choose me on that basis alone. A man desires women. That is biological and natural. It is not a flaw in my character, but I treated it as one. In India, women portray themselves as devas-untouched by desire-yet the same woman at night expects a man to ravage her. At my age, I didn’t know the second half of that psychology. I only knew the devi part. If I told a girl that I desired her, it would weaken my claim of being with her. Besides, I don’t think the two girls who tried to hit on me did it successfully, because they only tried to touch me-by accident or by intent, sometimes even forcefully. The only real solution is following my own decisions and desires instead of being manipulated by someone else’s. My questions were unclear; I wasn’t asking the right things. I was beating around the bush, trying to act naïve the way they did. No matter how affectionate I am inside, I have no problem calling myself a randa, a man of lust. I’m stating facts and looking for answers. I don’t chase. One negative reply and you’ll never see my face again. And those girls must have thought at some point over tea: “This motherfucker didn’t persist or insist. We might have even said okay.” 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...