From @pbkulkarni: He used to worship his parents. He was an obedient son. He then came in contact with rich brats and started measuring everything in money. He despised his parents for being middle class and started insulting them. Started taking drugs. Keep the unhealthy habits aside, but he never understood the decadency.
From @wekneweachother: An Irani family bought our sofa-set. Their father and mine did the man-to-man dealing. Their daughter, though covered in burqa, was texting furiously and I, wearing jeans and t-shirt, was listening to Gaga on my mp3. We both didn’t give a damn. This decadence ingrained in our psyche comes so naturally to us it’s amazing.
From @AbhiandNow: “But how will you give me a blowjob with your mouth stuffed with all this cake?” He was baffled by her red eyes glowing with seduction.
“Darling, last night I practiced it with him. Just to present you with the ultimate pleasure,” she said pointing towards the decaying corpse lying in corner of the room.
From @riddhiaswani: Our glasses clinked. The good King narrated his exploits, my head nodding reverently at the appropriate moment. The smell of wealth permeated the air, the aroma of delicacies dizzying. 'You will stay with us,' ordered King Akbar. I thought of my time machine and impending Mayan doom and then looked at where I was. 'Sure.'
The mother could not let it just pass. The cake was beautiful, with pink icing and tiny hearts on it. The mother walked to work for a month.
From @SarwarBaig: "My last record sold thirty million copies, Jack. You know what that means? It means I ride a hovercraft to get to my studio. At concerts, girls throw their underwear at me. I have enough cocaine to get half this town high. I need to have everything that reminds others of what they can't have."
"Sai Baba's deluxe darshan for 5000/- Saheb, isse sasta nahi hoga", the agent said.
“Do you guarantee deluxe blessings from Baba for same rate?"
The agent mocked at my sarcastic question and was about to walk away. "What about those who can't afford?"
He smiled, “Unke liye Bhagwan to har taraf hota hain na"
Journal Entry No. 7301:
I had doubts. You mingled my identity with the outcasts I didn’t know and tagged us all as decadents. If you had held on a little longer, tried a little harder and not submitted to the bullet of shame, you would have seen Dad. We aren’t the decadent any more Dad.
They found him weeks later, buried under all the gold he had hoarded, swimming in what he could have spent.
RIP Scrooge McDuck.
Power X Treme. Doc Terror. TurboKat. Turmoil. Cybertron. Romina. Cryptic words for today’s generation.
Doraemon. Beyblade. Ben 10. Times have changed. Preferences too. They know not what they missed. Decadence you could say. Or just plain gay!
From @Akshayabansal: He was emotionally detached, or so he thought. He found solace in the depths of his favourite scotch. Indulgences fraught with decadence, he sensed his time was limited. An autopsy revealed a heady cocktail of smack and Jack Daniel. The coroner remarked, "Love. The deadliest disease."
From Rashmi Menon: Ahh, chicken. Succulent, young flesh. A salivating dream of a dish that can arouse even an old man like me and get him to perform, to do justice to the young meat. If this is how I react to a plate of chicken kebabs, I must fit the bill of the decadent old man, huh?
Decadence had won over genius.
From @vivekisms: The sex gods went at it first. It was their dominion after all. Food argued as well. It was their territory, they debated. Morals intervened. They were pushed aside without a thought. The mind after all was easy to mould and could not say anything. That night it began. The human body was ravaged.
From @sanoop_s: Seated on a dingy hotel sofa, phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, he watched their lissome naked bodies entwine temptingly. “Love you. Talk to you later”, he said as he disconnected the call, emptied the wine glass over the two exquisite beauties on offer and threw himself between them.
From @AmanjotKSandhu: She used to brag about how modern an outlook she has. She flaunted Western dresses. She was there on Facebook, on Twitter. Women in the neighborhood envied her.
And the next they heard of her was that she married off her barely legal daughter off to an illiterate NRI who was much older than her.
From @madrasmad: He lingers around a blind-folded man on his knees. Just a few years back, the sight of bloody wounds, and the smell of death had him in shock for days. Today, taking a life in public satiates him like nothing else. He raises his sword high, and aims for the man’s neck. Bliss.
From @KonfusedKhopadi: I self destruct every day, slowly within. I blame it on a friend who cheated, a lover who left, a bad boss, ungrateful children. I pretend to be another victim of fate. I fuel it with anger, jealousy, alcohol and all my hate. I am a little bit of every YOU.
From @bitchwanti: "Who is this, grandma?” asked Anya, touching the grainy, black and white image of a strikingly beautiful woman. "It's me", she replied with a tender smile. Anya looked surprised, as she searched the wrinkled face for hints of lost beauty. In its decadence it shone through.
From @swaravali: For Natasha, self-indulgence stopped at books, each one of which was her own. Over the years, she had pangs of guilt, considering the money she was spending on them, but the joy of reading would far outweigh. Much as it might seem like an obsession those long nights of reading into the wee hours…priceless.
From @donbratman: He just won the Olympic gold. He could knock anyone out. Suddenly, this man mocked him. He took his stance and asked him to bring it on. The mocker took stance. Outside, the doctor took notes about the legendary boxer. He was yelling at a mirror. He wasn't improving. He walked to the next ward.
From @anushreekejriwa: Nadia was a resident of Kabul and was very beautiful. She loved Ali and they dreamt of leading a happy life. The country got embroiled in turmoil; power in the name of religion grew which lead to the decadence of humanity. Love became a crime and they criminals. Their story never got written.
Caesar sighed. Constantinople had fallen.
“O Thanatos, why didst thou kill me that ides of March? Decadence of Rome, I canst bear.”
Enter Brutus. “Noble Caesar, dontcha worry. Rome shan’t fall overnight ‘coz Rome wasn’t built in a day. Lulz!”
“Brutus, you nigga. Thou stabbed my back, at least now spare my ass.” Exit Caesar.
From @Freelosopher: 13.75 billion years ago, it started with the Big Bang. Countless coincidences later, life flourished on planet Earth, an infinitesimal non-entity in our vast cosmos. Heaven was every place on Earth. Humans originated and evolved. And since then, what has taken millions of years to build has only taken a couple of thousand to break.
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