Crappiest post ever !!

Although i tried hard to make it worse but i think it is best piece of shit i can think of at this point of time.


Well, Few days back, i left home for some work and ended up in a talk with some neighbour. Meanwhile, I kept staring my dog for whole 30 mins obnoxiously, that soul was really scared of my unintended intentions but i was trying to relate it to something, something which i forgot badly. Later, I tried to call a friend and phone suddenly said 'Please recharge your card' , oohhh...then i remembered, i use HUTCH. Similarly, Once i kept KNOCKING a door becoz i had to call my 'naukar'(servant). 'The idiot' says i am suffering from Lethologica and Lethonomia and Amnesia. Aaahh....how can these cute lovely names be a syndrome. He is a total bastard and thats why i call Dr Inder Bhat 'The Idiot'.

Lets talk ascendingly with 'Anemia' , whenever somebody say this i burst out loud, I stuff in a whole lot of milk, meat and eggs. For every food plate, i calculate its damn energy applying all NewTON's law of Digestion. For those who are weak in Physics , I must explain : Neutron is smallest particle of an atom alongwith electron and proton. It was discovered very lately, so they called it NEW-TRON, similar to PRE-TON ( which later became proton becoz some bloody RUBBERFOLD wanted its name as ancient as his). The best part is most people say 'Anemia' is inability to remember things or a memory loss. Sometimes i find them right but moments later they seems to be out of their minds. I say them "Man, Anemia is related to physical health not mental state" and then they laugh. Silly people..

I had an anticipation that whenever i eat bread in b'fast i loss some memory, so i stopped breeding . But i dont know why i stopped because of them, infact i never started. Definitely, i didnt left it because of those fools there must be some toher reason which i cant remember rite now. I am not a farmer and i dont have any poultry farm. Sometimes even i feel i am suffering from Amnesia.

Anyway, last week 'The idiot' called me home for a regular check-up. I went there and he was swimming in his pond, topless, shameless creature. I scolded him anticipating his cruel intentions. He said politely...i called you at 6 pm and not 6 am. Helll. who in this world, can distinguish between 6 am and 6 pm when both the hands of clock remain at same position at both the time, once an idiot always an idiot.

I know these talks may be very much crappy to you as always but i dont mind. I am not a piece of idiocracy as few make me feel like. Please somebody tell them i am not going to Algeria anyday. Why do they keep reminding me this.


Algeria ?? $#%^^%&*

Beauty of Brutal Life...

Late in a winter night, you are sipping some coffee, tensed, confused, trying to make some rubbish document which you have to present tommorow in a meeting and you are out of words, out of your mind, wandering here and there like a trapped mouse, feeling like a loser. Suddenly you get a glimpse of watchman outside, making out some fire to keep himself warm from the cold, short of woodsticks, the fire will go off anytime, but calm and undisturbed, unperturbed. A wave knocks you from inside and you try to ignore it....but it rises again and this time you dont. You take some old rotten newspapers , put them in a bag, go out, blow up the dying fire again and sit with that watchman for few minutes, talk, laugh, enjoy that small fire in such cold winter night, feel exorbitant amount of energy oozing inside yourself....some induced determination. THAT's IT. You are back in few minutes, back to work but wait...you are a new man this time , you are no more tensed...you have got the way, you can think better and more confidently....ohh, the watchman has given a lesson...'YOU NEVER LOOSE UNTIL YOU STOP FIGHTING'.Thats the beauty of Brutal life.

People around you teach and bless with so many things.Introspection has an other way and thats benevolence.All time you do something good you feel a new force emerging inside, something positiv, positive vibrations. You are standing in a bus from a long hour, no more energy left in you to stand anymore, frustrated of crowding and pushes and then you get a seat suddenly, thank god. After few minutes here comes an old guy and you offer your seat to him. You are standing again but now,its unbelievable, now you are no more tired, more relaxed even in crowding and above anything else happy and calm. Thats the beauty of brutal life.

You are watchng TV for three hours, all craps. a movie, a chat show, some freaky news about guy turning into a ghost at night....u feel sick. Suddenly, you see Leander Paes (an Indian Tennis Player) winning ASIAD gold, medal ceremony, national enthem in background, tears flowing through his eyes....an induced energy again.It gives you a new determination and a new spark.

I always think where does this energy comes from. You always have fun in teasing people around you and playing pranks, it makes you happy but Why always doing something good makes you more satisfied and calm. I dont think there is any external force behind this, it all lies within. It lies in every heart and it prompts you to do 'what lies inside'.

Whatever it is, I like this and its 'beauty of brutal life' , a profound happiness.