when did i want to write?
i wanted to do it since long.
why dint i?
well, i thought i wasnt qualified, may be.
i thought i wasnt good enough.
now i feel i'm the one to speak about it.
noone else will, noone else has to.
of a dead youth:
why?
an essentially de-politicised childhood, we all share.
history, not very interesting topic.
cocacola, why not?
poor? do they exist?
(yes, i saw the photos on a forwarded mail..
really sad.)
from life?
we want freedom, money, love.
(freedom: what we have to save from pakistanis, may be by playing cricket
money:whatever my software company can pay me , they pay huge!!
{even when i work for 14 hours a day.. good that i dont know the labor laws}
love: not that one, it comes with anyone i live with, essentially of my caste. )
3 comments:
ishtappettu, especially the poor in the forwarded mail:) it does give a feeling that you're ready to start writing. wish you a long way blogging! and happy birthday!!
the right time to do anything is after getting bored. it develops into a very good style, with a touch of humour, irony and truth. best of luck!
Happy Bloggin!!
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