Mundiça - tópico oficial

[Raul Nutti]

Táspensandoquesolimawerghnmuygtuacara?

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[Mr. Madruga]

Sempre tem rolo no meio da mundiçaria.

O nome da esfomeada é Topazzyo White Martins, será que tem a ver com a empresa White Martins?

Acredito que não, deve ser um sobrenome mundiça mesmo. Nenhum dos caras que fundaram a white martins tem esse sobrenome, e o hoje ela é controlada pela Praxair(americana).

[KYO]

Tomando cu

Duas mundiças gostosas bagaraio

O nome de uma delas é Yngrid. Conheço 2 Ingrids, e ambas são gostosinhas d+. Não acredito em Astrologia, mas estou começando a suspeitar de alguma correlação com nome

[Bluetauro]

Opa, valeu mano!

Eles estavam sem inspiração, daí a mãe teve que ficar hospitalizada alguns dias após o parto recebendo oxigênio da white martins.
Daí resolveram fazer uma homenagem.

[Mr. Madruga]

Eles estavam sem inspiração, daí a mãe teve que ficar hospitalizada alguns dias após o parto recebendo oxigênio da white martins.
Daí resolveram fazer uma homenagem.

HAHAHAHAHA, nunca dúvide da capacidade criativa dos mundiças! Por isso qnd rolou aquela história do "menino facebookson" eu não duvidei kkkkkk. "Adebogados" do forum, hj em dia é proibido hnomes vexatórios, certo?

[Bluetauro]

Use o cinto.

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[Kabeça Grande BJJ]

Use o cinto.

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impressionado com a sagacidade do cachorro. olha onde ele tava, onde o carro bate e o que cão faz momentos antes!

[Bluetauro]

Eu reparei também que o dog saiu vazado, ele pressentiu a merda que iria dar pro lado dele e se salvou.

[L!oN]

Use o cinto.

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O carro era roubado e eram dois ladrões e acreditem, não morreu ninguém.
Isso foi em Londrina

[ViolentFunky]

Cachorro de rua e vira-lata é faixa preta.Na primeiro freiada ele já tava levantado pra longe
Detalhe na tiazinha mundiça enfiando o cotovelo e empurrando o meliante pra longe da porta dela

[L!oN]

Mundiça que sai do BR mas o BR não sai dele são os melhores

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[KYO]

kkkkk Épico

Tinha um conhecido que trampava na Net, entrava na favela e tinha que entrar bem caracterizado para não correr risco de ser confundido com manolos do Eletropaulo

[Shin]

impressionado com a sagacidade do cachorro. olha onde ele tava, onde o carro bate e o que cão faz momentos antes!

Não tinha percebido. Ri alto do cachorro precavido.

[Atenagoras]

A pedra foi foda mesmo. Segundo ele a pedra era porque ele tinha ficado com uma menina que ele mais gostou na vida na Itália, perto de Milão, então no dia seguinte ele voltou no canto que era perto de um lago e pegou a pedra. Ele ficou puto comigo, até hoje não sei quem roubou.

A menina era foda porque todo semana ele tinha um alvo diferente, só que uma vez ele foi inventar de se apaixonar logo pela minha ex-mineira que a gente já tava meio que já afim um do outro. Essa a raiva foi menor que a da pedra.

Só que ele era muito mala. Ele ligava para caralho para o perfil dele do Couch Surfing, então ele hospedava um monte de gente e tava pouco se fodendo com os colegas de piso dele. Teve uma vez que ele hospedou um peregrino com um labrador que cagou a casa toda. Outra vez foram 4 americanos filhos da puta e para piorar, sempre que ele hospedava mulher ele ficava puto quando a gente tentava pegar.

Como eu já disse ele era meio folgado. Tinha um brother nosso que cozinhava bem para caralho e não gostava dele, mas como era um cara do bem tolerava a mendicância do indiano. Então teve um dia que ele fez um jantar especial lá, chamou duas minas, uma que eu pegava e outro que ele tava na luta. O indiano apareceu do ano, bateu na porta: Tenho fome. Ele meio sem graça chamou o cara pra comer. No meio do jantar ele abre a geladeira do meu brother e abre um vinho caro que ele tava guardando pra tomar com as minas. Ele respirou fundo, mas não disse nada, só que depois disso ele chegou para as meninas e disse em inglês que meu brother era uma boa dona de casa, porque cozinhava pra ele. As minas começaram a rir e meu brother começou a perguntar o que ele tinha falado, pois não entendia inglês. Eu tentei enrolar, mas ele se tocou. Ia dando briga e eu traduzindo os xingamentos de português para inglês e de inglês para português.

Apesar das coisas ele era meu amigo sim. Teve uma época que ele literalmente brigou com todos os nossos amigos por motivos variados e só eu fiquei de amigo. Só que ai eu perdi a pedra dele e ele ficou sem amigo por um tempo, inclusive se mudou. Depois ele voltou a falar comigo e brigou novamente por conta da ex-mineira, mas depois de voltarmos a fala por isso nunca brigamos mais. É meu amigo e gosto dele apesar de ter perdido o contato.

Vou colocar uma entrevista aqui dele sobre viver de hitchhiking depois que abandonou o emprego:

Fulano de tal (em respeito a identidade) quit his regular job in 2009, got to the nearest road, stretched out his thumb and began life anew – as a colourful hitchhiker. His ride has since extended to 35 countries, without map in hand or destination in mind.

Life, more or less, from the eyes of someone who has embraced the unknown.

1. While Indians have been blazing the trail in many fields like mathematics, arts, technology etc., you don’t hear of an Indian explorer. What holds us back?

India is one of the oldest continuous civilizations in this world. It has gifted the world with pathbreakers in a diverse array of fields – from Ramanujam in mathematics to Manto in storytelling. Pretty much any sphere one may imagine – even in hedonism with Brihaspati.

But India has given nothing to the world if one explores the realm of travel and adventure. Forget people of the league of Polo, Burton, or Battuta, India’s contribution stands at a grand zero if one ruffles up any list of top 100 hundred explorers of the world. Isn’t that shocking? A civilization that is so old, so populous, so diverse, cannot offer the world one single explorer worth mentioning.

There are several layered reasons for this and it’ll take me a couple of essays to delve into them with explanations. But uppermost in my understanding is India’s extremely inward outlook to life.

People are so inward looking that they’re even blind to this fact staring at them. I hope this observation doesn’t serve as mere trivia to readers, but makes them deeply reflect and question. In my understanding, an approach to life that is unidirectional is essentially unhealthy.

2. You have spoken about the beauty of hitchhiking and having no maps, to let go and shake your belief system. How important is it to do this and for what good?

Hitchhiking for me is not a cheap way to travel, but an ingenious tool to vigorously shake my subconscious mind and to better understand existence. I hitchhike the colourful way i.e. not using maps or direction signs, not turning down a ride even if the road ahead with the driver seems bumpy, not accepting gratuities and spending zero on transport or accommodation, chasing fears and insecurities instead of skirting them etc. This is not because I am some kind of a masochist. On the contrary, I stand for conscious and guilt-free pursuit of all pleasures.

I do so because I realize that challenging our comfort zones, be they physical or psychological, is the key to evolving as an individual. The importance of how I hitchhike cannot be overemphasized, for someone who also shares the reason why I hitchhike. If someday I reach a crossroad where I find another approach that is livelier, more effective in confronting my beliefs and securities, I’d leave hitchhiking with the same abandon with which I live it now.

3. What was the first year of your journey like? Were you disillusioned?

I was less self-sufficient, less conscious. Earlier, when hunger pangs hit, I would drag myself to the closest Indian restaurant run by a Pakistani. They’re not hard to find in Europe. I’d talk to the manager in his local Punjabi dialect, and share some of my poetry and earthy humour. It’d weld an immediate connection between us. Later when I’d reveal that I am not a Muslim, he would not believe it until I showed him an old picture of me in my Sikh appearance. From there on, I was invariably given a warm reception, a sumptuous meal, and a cozy place to sleep. Now I save my ability to connect with others for better things; and can easily manage a regular healthy diet from scavenging the food that people waste, or in exchange for the hands-on skills I offer.

About being lost or disillusioned, I took to colourful hitchhiking out of a shattering sense of disillusionment. I was in a place where I did not know what was there to live for, and all the answers that came from philosophy or society felt superficial or cowardly. That tipping point was/is hard to beat.

As for fear, I have been madly attracted to it for as long as I can remember. It’s something I run towards, and not away from.

4. Many people have called Christopher McCandless (Alexander SuperTramp who hiked into the Alaskan wilderness) crazy, over privileged and selfish in his decision to forego society and go on a journey to discover himself and find happiness. How do you fulfill the expectations of responsibility to your family and community/society that are similarly levied on you?

Let’s take each word at a time.

I’m not sure what you exactly imply with the word crazy. But let me quote to you from one of the most insightful minds of the last century, RD Laing: “Insanity is a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world.”

About being privileged. Most of whom I grew up playing or studying with, would call themselves middle-class. The thorough realization of being privileged came only after I started to travel. I grew up in an India with abject inequality all around. By the time I could try to make sense of the world around, the inequality had internalized itself to the extent where it did not seem unnatural.

When I started to hitchhike, shaking my frames of references, growing more aware of universal human stimuli, I understood how privileged I had been. Privileged never to have slept on an empty stomach while hundreds of millions of others starved in the same country. Privileged to have had access to education and literature that can impress people anywhere in the world and enable me to legitimately satisfy my carnal urges, while countless others are forced to drive trucks on lonely highways for weeks at a stretch, soliciting any living form with guilt-ridden pleas for intimacy.

Now to being selfish – undoubtedly I am. But if you can leave your prejudices asides and objectively question the idea, perhaps you’d also realize that being selfish is about being more conscientious. For only a happy person can make others happy. A repressed or an unhappy person is incapable to make others happy, even if he so wishes.

In India we have a beautiful word for selfish, “Svarathi.” It literally translates to one seeking self-meaning or self-worth. Think about it. Isn’t it what we all should be?

The world can trumpet whatever it pleases, I’d listen to my heart and sing my own song.

5. How do you maintain that fine balance of self exploration and adventure without abandoning basic principles of self preservation?

I am not a masochist. Nor am I against evolution or development. But sometimes it’s enriching to go back to the basics. For example, a typical city person goes to the toilet with an occupied mind, takes a dump, flushes it away, and then androidly goes about doing the tasks he is supposed to do. Whereas for me, an urge to excrete comes with the grounding realization that I’ve to defecate a bit farther from where I’m supposed to sleep. When I’m covering the hole I have just relieved myself in, I marvel at the intelligence and innovation capability of humans. From digging holes in the ground to designing a system where the press of a button can dispose off our sewage and store it to produce manure and energy, human ingenuity never fails to fill one with awe.

Examples like these serve two purposes:

1) Allow us to truly appreciate the sophistication of a society, for we can look at things from their very root.

Culture is not the floss, how people of that society say hello or cheers, but something much much deeper. It’s about how people of that society have evolved to process something that is common to other societies. So in my opinion western Europeans are superior to Indians not in the sense that they’ve whiter skins, but because they’ve evolved to a level where they separate their garbage into bio, recyclable, and non-recyclable. India is superior compared to west in the sense that it does not negate things that cannot be reduced to logic. Something as natural as love.

2) You get an enormous level of confidence in your ability to improvise. If hunter-gatherers can evolve to such amazing levels of sophistication, should I not have self belief that I’d be able to improvise on any challenge that arises? What is improvising to survive in -20C? Just keeping yourself dry, making a fire to the side, and covering yourself in thin layers of clothes.

Your whole outlook on life changes. Situations that’ll debilitate people living in societies from not moving are welcome opportunities for me to test myself – I actively chase them. It’s a bit like playing a videogame: you want to graduate to higher and higher levels to feel better about your skills.

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Enfim, ele é um cara meio mundiça, mas no fundo uma pessoa boa e abriu mão de uma carreira estabelecida em TI para viver conhecendo o mundo. Figura interessante.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luvIM-hbf3M

Ai está o seu amigo. Estranho ele não conseguir pegar mulher, pois é um rapaz muito bonito.

[Atenagoras]

E o shape de ratazada de todos. Prefiro andar com meus 46 de braço com uma peita do balaião de 10 conto. Pego muito mais mulher que esses filhote de fragolino.

hauhauaua

Esse tópico é fantástico. O mundiça criticando a mundiçaria alheia.