I like to write on a black screen with grey fonts - pretty ecstatic ain't it. Read a tweet - Life is a bitch, now we have learnt to classify life into one of the loyal species known to mankind, in one context or another - what an irony !!! On a cold chilly summer night, my thoughts were caught mid-flight and I have nowhere else to go, nowhere else to grow - just in the dark hoping my shadows does not show to the passer by with a torch, and his Ferrari on my porch. Rapid movement of fingers twitching in the cold, in your head, where you can see a cracked you and hear a voice that said : Remember what your mom taught you - Remember what you taught yourself. Time and tides are tied on a string of hope, selfworth and career paths are no little jokes, how can you lay them bare with a pinch of salt without any care. To decide where you need to break the lines to see them as a poem, is something you will decide, not the pope - nor Eminem. And why do you ask yourself the true motive to live, to be happy and keep people snappy. When did the train turn around on its own track, without such huge burden of anonymity on your back. Make it worthwhile while it last, make it special as a cast. Change your tone because the audience likes it that way, harsh roars, ascetic lines and lightning words typed in a fray.. disarray !!!

Call - gtg .. Good talking :)

Oooh .. He wakes up at 3 am and says, "Let's see if I have a blog". Why should it occur to you if the earth is sleeping or awake. Its quite exhilarating to shout out loud on a web-page, and I am still uncertain about it. What if some one reads my blog.. STUPID.. I like the ones that are written about technicalities with technical quotes, technical specifications, technical jargons and take-a-break !!! But the ones that are descriptive is rather monotonous and seems boring, unless there is spiteful humor, because seriously miss, you are grossly mistaken if you think I would like to read about what the doctor smelled like when he was extracting your tooth.

So now tell me something : can you know a person from the blog he/she writes ? Or rather is it important ? I'll tell you ... ha, I lied. So why do people shout out loud on web pages spending time typing experiences, juvenile thoughts and confusions, irritations, confessions for the world to read and comment on ? Yes just like me. And why are you reading this ? Aren't you tired of me already ? Something funny: lot of people "try" to be modest by saying, "so if you have reached till here/if you're still alive/if your IQ is still more that your shoe size", guess what .. time is the only thing we have in life :)