Thursday, July 26, 2007

On the NAtional Highway...

There are three things that i want to warn you before you would want to begin your journey on the national highway.The first thing is that national highways are dangerous.The second thing is that they are national.And the third thing is that you are actually reading this.Anyways, the whole point of living your life till death is zilch.Hence, once you realize that there is no point in living, then why as well not travel. Travel is the best way to move.So i say.
So that sunny morning, when it was raining and there were dark clouds all over the place.. i decided that i should be carrying an umbrella. And the umbrella thought the same. And so we became friends. Me and the umbrella. We were just friends. But then it started to rain heavily and hence i had to use my friend. A friend in need is a friend indeed.
So, it was raining on the national highway and i was using my friend so that i could remain dry and my friend could get wet. We both were happy by this deal.
We were walking on the highway and talking to each other. But the problem was that my friend could not talk. Because my friend was an umbrella.

When the sun burnt..

Crazy soul under the window lay till the shades of desire grew dull with pain and asked the sun whether it was going to keep awake all night long. But the dungeons of fire did not seek any glory from the king of wisdom and hence the desire to unravel the skepticism was not met with great acceptance.But the suchness of the events made the tired soul grow weary of darkness of light such that hypothermic reactions ceased that moment to fly kites of freedom on the outskirts of the city.It was no pleasure at all.Only the brightest minds could grasp the enormity of the conditioning of the human minds.BUt the myriad walls of great paintings had to be torn down to elevate the problems of the nervous trees in the ochard of the apple trees. But the fruits had no interest to ripe and no enthusiasm to live further.And they lived happily ever after.

Friday, July 6, 2007

She slept..

It was the third class compartment.No, actually it was the first class. Actually, it doesnt matter.She slept. And when you are asleep,its just perfect.You dont exist.You would not even have time to wake up even if somebody shot you.

Ofcourse,nobody would have thought of shooting the girl.Except with a camera.:-)

To be continued...