the egotist in me will always force to me to indulge in some "ME,ME" screaming as soon the cursor starts to blink in this box. the loyal follower of that egotist i.e me will obviously indulge. so here is what it is - i am not a filmy kind of a guy but bollywood at times throws tomatoes at me; squashed not pulped.
people say people mature as they grow older. the cynic in me disagrees.it's just the crazy diamond in them cease to shine. the lunatic sleeps off in the green grass & the inner self searches its past on the dark side of the moon. i guess that's what people say being responsible with life seems like. i am not complaining about it; i am being a critic.
the optimistic content guy in me puts it as something called stability in life. sometimes who meet some people & then that some people defines your life. you can't help it; u will let it to be as it is. time for one phase of your zindagi to make some space (or move out) for another phase of your zindagi. zindagi mil gayi dubara.you will eventually have a smile on your smile when you go to sleep every night- comfortably numb.
every one gets to relive one's life.if a dead reality like scams resurrect itself why can't an abstract case of one's mindset. things is not that different between an angry bull running behind you & you running behind the last bus to office in the morning;black and Blue-and who knows which is which and who is who.
this blog was meant to be a venting out zone of morbid monotony of my life. eventually, those unadulterated morbidity is lost.so, this blog remains as a lost diary. however, a time comes when you feel like writing. you are hypnotised to open the diary; reconciling with the lost soul in a fish bowl.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
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