An apple for the 'evil' one

I bought this new pen today...  and i noticed something as I sat down to write with it.


I wanted to write.


Not because I had an inspiration. But because I had this new pen.

It is highly amusing to know however, that I do not enjoy writing on paper. I type. The keyboard is my best friend.

It would be interesting to create something like that. You know...something which makes people want to use it despite the fact that they don't really need it. It is fun to make it 'become' a need. A need that has no source, no reason but greed itself. Like a guilty pleasure. Something they can't explain. But make up reasons to explain.

Interesting it would be to watch someone do that. Fabulous, though, it will be to to create something that makes someone do something as interesting. I guess one needs to be as sadistic to be this creative. Its an interesting thought though. A perfectly naughty one too. I almost feel like sniggering as I type or no let me rephrase that: 'as I write this down.

You need to be sadist enough to want to see people do that... Or naughty enough to want to watch them pine for what you've made. Infact...be flabbergastingly disobedient enough to not care about customer treatment. Customers need to be treated like the greedy li'l monsters they are underneath that snooty, cool exterior that walks down the aisle, minding their manners.

Create somthing...to not satisfy but intensify the sweet tooth. Its funny what an interesting thought this pen generated. A sorry li'l pen...a so called Uniball Jetstream, sought out from yet another sad lot of Uniballs crowded together in one container, almost rudely; was actually destined to trigger this revelation for me. I certainly do believe in Fate now. : P

Its amazing what inspirations can do. I imagine these accidental inspirations, these bouts of greed, like my pen incident, are actually the mothers of fabulous ground breaking creations. For instance, The Harry Potter maybe...(I heard she thought of him in a train)...or the Nash theory perhaps...or even Isaac Newton's apple for heaven sake! I mean...an apple???? You have GOT to be kidding me. That dead old scientist fellow owes a mighty big one to that apple.

Greed...sadism...unruliness....no wonder creativity was once damned by religion. If we all followed the ten commandments a little too well....no apple would be generation no idea out of anybody's head. No offence to Jesus Christ of course.

All I'm saying is; it is necessary to have a little bit of greed, a li'l lust...a li'l twang of naughtiness to live that li'l peace of 'heaven' where YOU are the God and yours is the creation. The real one can go take care of the world for a change. (I'm definitely getting struck by lightning today...adios dear friends!)

I guess, disobedience doesn't come out to be such a bad thing after all. A hint of evil never hurt any one. It gave me another article for my blog...might just end up being even better for you... : D

Snippet

Nigel: "So quit"

Andy: "What?"

Nigel: "Quit. I know another girl who would take your job in 5 mins....one who really wants it."

Nigel:   "Oh Andy, be serious. You are not trying...you are whining. What is it that you want me to say to you, huh? Should I say: "Poor you..Miranda's picking on you. Poor you. Poor Andy. Hmm? Wake up! She is just doing her job. Don't you know that you're working at a place that published some of the greatest artists of the century? Walsten, Lagerfeld, Galerentta. What they did, what they.... created was greater than art. Because, you live you life in it....Well not YOU, obviously. You think this is just a magazine? hm? this is not just a magazine. This is a shining beacon of hope for, oh I don't know, lets say a yong boy growing up in Rhode Island with 6 brothers pretending to go to soccer practice when really going to sewing classes and reads 'Runway' under the covers with a flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have walked these doors and whats worse...you don't care. Coz this place, where so many people would die to work, you're only  staying to work. And you want to know why she doesn't kiss you on the forhead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day. Wake up sweety."

                                                                                                                         ---"Devil wears Prada", when Andy complains to Nigel about Miranda giving her a hard time.

One of my favourite line from the movie. Well said! bald old homosexual guy... ;)