I guess it comes to everyone of us. Sometimes we forget, we just forget what we are all about , and we give in. It doesn't matter what we are doing or what we are upto doing. We just give in to it so easily. 

Some people are born cyninc. To others , it comes in some disoriented times. 
Mine one came to me when I was too tired, returning home after a gruelling day, and it was cold outside, and it was irritated inside. Being cynic is easy. all you gotta do is to snigger your nose at any and evrything. Be it good, bad, ugly, beyond good or bad or ugly. If ther's anything you would like to snigger about, congrats, you've become one. You've reached a point where you could afford your leisure hours to become a full fledged cynic. 

I wasn't like this. Patient was my middle name. it still is. Nobody says I'm too rushing into anything, or am unhappy with whatever I've got, no matter at whatever quantity. But as I said, it comes to all of us. 

Being cynic is better than being a hypocrite. I tried to think all night and I found a home-made definition of them atlast. 
A hypocrite will attend a seminar for woman's rights and say all good things going by the book, collect a huge multitude of applause from all sexes, go home dead drunk , and beat his wife and children. Sure shot way to be a hypocrite. 
A cynic will not attend the seminar at the first place altogether, coz though he is not into beating his wife, but he definitely not into going to a seminar , lecturing on what shoulkd we do and what should we not, he is too busy criticizing the endeavour at the first place that he, inadvertantly, doesn;t believe that any good might occur by this. 
So, if I'm any right, a cynic is better than a hypocrite. 

Well, I've another scenario as well. A hypocrite will not watch MTV or VH1 but he will go about screaming murder that all these rubbish is, infact, eating up our geberation's mind and compelling them to do anything that is against our sacred heritage. But he too will watch a skin flick, given a chance, and drool lustily at any lady whose cleavage is visible, no matter how small a part it is, even it is just a hint, he will never miss a chance to look at it. 

A cynic on the other place will look at them as easily as he might, but thank god, atleast he will not be of the saying that foreign idiosyncacies are invading our young minds. 

Well, you know, such things just dawn on you when you've enough time to linger brutally on your self and try to realize what's worth doing. Mine chance came a bit late for me. 

When it is past one in the night, and you know that Pune is shivering under the temerature drop, and you controll your shudder behind a jacket, sitting inside a Tempo that drops 12 people and plays radip mirchi at late at night where someone hams so m,uch inbetween forgettable songs that you just wanna go and starngle her. And add to the fact that you will reach home after your driver has dropped home safely 11 other travellers and you are the last one to sit in the TT alone listening to some poor soul thundering the speakers. Some days are never too easy to live. 

Bad mood is hungry, feed the monster. 

I cannot help but overhear my fellow travellers. I do wonder a bit, you know. People, they are everywhere. Differrent kind of them . I've seen egomaniacs. Tuf nuts. Without any reason people. People without self esteem. People without a mind. Without brains. Yes, I've seen people with good, commendable characteristics as well, but when you are a cynic, that's the best part. Your cynicism isn't sabotaged by these so called good traits. 

So I overhear a lady who sounds so strong, and I don't mean her vocal chords, I mean her opinions. Another opinionated quagmire. In my life I've seen my share of strong minded women. My mother for instance. Now I don't know or I do not understand what happens to people around those strong willed ladies. As for my mother, I didn't had a choice, coz I know dad listens to her always !! And so goes for my uncles as well. All perfectly married happily to their strong minded wives. And that was never a problem when I understood what it means, as their re4spective Mom-n-Pop in laws were too old to say anything. Other women I know, in family or out, they had it easy. And I seldom saw any guy who came as strong as them. Much goes with the women power !! 

C'mon, don't give me that look now. A cynic doesn't need your criticizing and crucifying looks. All they need is food for their cynicism. And I've plenty of them. 

Take for instance, the slogans, the billboards, the small hand written plates they hang around. I saw a few today. Outside a building where our Transport dropped a lady, who was always screaming to not to get the last drop, and everytime I had to convince her : "Ma'm, I understand going by some recent incidents a last drop for a lady is not reccommended, but please, I assure you with all my good spirit, your drop is before me. And I'm the one who goes home and tries to sleep after dropping all the gals to their safe havens."
So I saw my last companion passing through a big door, where someone has hganged this note : " Drive slowly. Childrenb at play". Hell yeah,humour me. Children at play at 1 in the night !! What kinda children are they !! Children of the korns !! 

I also saw another sticker today, which made me laugh in my isolation a bit. In order to make our organisation a true paperless hub, our washrooms now proudly shows off a sticker stating : "Save Trees. Don't use paper napkins. Use the Hand Dryer Instead." I wonder does the loo comes with dryers too? Thank God, I'm not going to drop my load in my office time any damn ways. 

You see, cynicism isn't about cribbing about things you see. It is not cribbing at all. It is showing you a different picture other than what you usually are accustomes to watch. For instance, if I say, "See, there's an old man lying naked on the styreets?" You go n say, " Oh damn, at this hour, at this freezing cold night, he is lying there without any damn thing on his body? He will die for chrisssake." A cynic will say , " Yeah, he will die nevertheless, but atleast he could save himself the agony of letting everyone watch his private parts. Afterall, when you are dead, you do not care what other people are watching. Right?"

Ok, Shoot me. Stab me. Kill me. But a cynic gotta do what a cynic gotta do. I said it. Bad Mood, it is hungry. It is a ravenous apetite for nasty brainstorms. And I'm feeding it. Ain't no sunshine when the cloud too is in a bad mood for you. Does it ??