Revolving Chairs

People come, People go,Out my revolving door, Most people never come back,Most come back for more.I’ve got a house in the hills,With revolving chairs. Goes ‘Round and ‘round again.
Since my childhood, I’ve been surrounded by beautiful people.Still something’s missing, because deep inside I’m suffering of a lonely heart condition. Wishing I could find a just 1 person outta million here.
The one who will take me away from the chaos of the city, from the role that i play everday. Tell me why lay low, Why i can say no, I got angles serenading at my window.
Between those amazing moments sitting on chair, laying on bed. There ain’t no need for me to brag about the way that I’m hung. Let’s just say I got the skills to get the deepest illness sprung. Or to make a budding flower feel the pain of gone by dead old flowers.
I keep my people in rotation, Chairs rotating. If you are looking for a good time, I’m always on vacation. You can always stop by, If you want to try your luck. But don’t waste my time, because i aint stopping unless you’re down to one last breath. Unless you’re coming back for more,Atlast then you know waddup.
My adolescence surpassed me just like the will to chill, I’m looking for something real.In a world of fake, people rotating their lifes around green paper notes.

Some say they doing it because they have seen things no-one can ever imagine, rest have got there eyes rolling around the stack, some are outta this bounty hunting game( bt by the time they have realised, this all is nothing but a fluke of life, they have lost the spark of life) they are age grown idiots.
Who never payed heeds on wht experienced ones said and now when they have become experienced ones they doing the same fallcitating mistakes.

So why climb down that chair, the chair that revolves. Commonly seen in Doctor's room, in IT offices jst like mine, seen wid the politicians.

bt if u ever get chance to visit heaven, because none of us will, do see where god reside himself, its nothing else jst this chair( thts revolving around) and making him see things which were invisble too him when he wasnt revolving!

AWwwwwwwwwwwwwwww hell why i am discussin all this, i didnt opened this site to write all this,
i came here for another purpose, bt cant help it, its my trait of shifting from original things.
probably i am the biggest coward, i dnt take any challanges, bcz i fantasize they are puny in front of ma abilities. I am waiting for that sign on the wall, its getting stronger and darker day by day.
bt i dnt wana take chances, i jst wana be sure is this wht becomes of me, bcz everything tht shine aint gold, It makes me wonder,
there is a feeling that i am getting when i try to sleep in night , and do my intro-spection ( lolz thts a nice word for hiding ur deeds from ur soul!!) i see my soul crying deep inside, i cant measure its depth, bcz i knw it is.
Soon enuff, when i get up from ma bed, i think i have to fight another fight with this physical quantum mechanics of my body tht reminds me as if i have to pull something outta gravity of BLACK HOLE!
dnt worry i aint fightin for anything else, bcz wht i pull out from there every morning is none else than my soul, bt everyday its getting a lil darker . bit by bit , crunch by crunch.
its searching for some strngth bt searching inside a wrong person. a person who doesnt have courage enuff to gather himself to stand in front of tht 1 tiny invisible mutant, mostly abbreviated as GOD,
why ! why ! why !

i knw the words always have more meanings, bt i aint knw how to prescribe tht dose of poison to myself. Is there a way out which i can take and sit around here and there! till the end of my time as a life.

bcz in my thoughts i have seen trees smoking, and voices of those who never existed LIKE REVOLVING CHAIRs.

probably sitting here for pied piper, to come and drag tht soul from me, atleast i wil get a motive to stand back and choose one of the two paths.,..

eENUFF for 1 day..
.bcz ur head is humming , bcz u dnt knw wht u jst had!!


IF UR AINT CHEATING, U AINT TRYING !!!

Lifeless living

ALL mystics - Catholic, Christian, non-Christian, no matter what their theology, no matter what their religion - are unanimous on one thing: that all is well, all is well. Though everything is a mess, all is well. Strange paradox, to be sure. But, tragically, most people never get to see that all is well because they are asleep. They are having a nightmare.

A nightmare, if i say its a nightmare it should be something thats not real. Probably, there is somthing known as ownslought, ownage,pawned by fear..
fear of lossing something worthy enough( which they think, is worthy enough not to loose, in their perception.)

Most people tell you they want to get out of kindergarten, but don't believe them. Don't believe them! All they want you to do is to mend their broken toys. "Give me back my wife. Give me back my job. Give me back my money. Give me back my reputation, my success." This is what they want; they want their toys replaced. That's all. Even the best psychologist will tell you that, that people don't really want to be cured. What they want is relief; a cure is painful.

i dnt understand how does everyone specifies the people they know, in the category as there, mine friends, urs.. this and that..
all i know after living this small life of 22yrs, i came to realise.. all want me for something... is the specific classes made by the human society.. is just illogically made on some myths.. on which they still live there life of dreams and all.
If people say they love to live, what they living ,.. some says .. they living for some1, most of them dnt knw, rest are so bussyzzy in themselves that they cant understand how to answer or tackle this question..
bt still they are living .. jst bcz there parents made a mistake of putting them into this world.. that doesnt mean they shud be allowed to stay here,.. and make themselves comfortable by making others unfathomable..
In the end, what all matters is how much u earn in the end of evry month to satisfy ur indefinitely growing materialistic needs.
Early man, used to walk naked, sleep wherever he feels happy, do whatever he wants to.. then came nomads, then came some idiots with idea of clothing, food, shelter.. this and that..
and our civilization started growing..

Now, they teach in schools( its printed in notebook, mans one of the best discovery,.. was settling down, to start there own clans..)
and when the same person grows up. he wana end all this ...:( I want 1 logical reason.. why does a man . who is a part of this society wana end all this..)

bcz all they have is nthing else than grieveances.. abt 1 to all the things they did, they doing or they will do..nobody forced them to live.. bt they still living and cursing evry part of this gud nature.. why ??
jst bczz nobody comes and says on there face ... dude u can die. and nobody will remember u for more than 2yrs..
and million others will be happy, when u will be dead.. instead of u living!!! and wasting ur parents hard earned money. moreover, breeding a class of morons with u..
whom u call as ur friends.. or the people who call u their friend!!

Dnt worry, sooner or later, they gonna hate themselves bcz thats the rule of life. When they will come to senses and that onslaught will end they will realise wht all has been missed. they will feel bad. bt till then it will be too long to rewind, so they will sync. into whtever comes in the way and advice the rest of us.. thats why we say old people advice alot and whtever they advice is nice( most of the time).
bt have we ever try to notice something. dude its a looser's advice most of the time..( bcz most of them are.. in their life span. of intresting sorts and all..)

See, the human mind is kind of like... a piñata. When it breaks open, there's a lot of surprises inside. Once you get the piñata perspective, you see that losing your mind can be a peak experience.
We're crazy, We're living on crazy ideas about love, about relationships, about happiness, about joy, about everything.

dnt worry if i still keep on writting all this shit head crap always., i will never be able to write what i came in to write here..

still its better than not writting anything.....
If you develop an ear for sounds that are musical it is like developing an ego. You begin to refuse sounds that are not musical and that way cut yourself off from a good deal of experience.

Science of Autorickshaw wallas

The civilized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet.

ahem ahem

b4 is start ma tale of critiscimatlast i have got courage to write abt the best and cheapest modes of communication. its like writting abt idiots who does speak smthng intresting ( u will understand if u live in the southern hemisphere of indian mainland)

b4 coming to this place( where i came with an idea of joining a race of monkeys and donkeys.. who have been shaved properly, taught sm nice manners, given ID batches!! ( actually they address themselves as software er.. smtimes for their self defence as IT PROFESSIONALS)
oops.. i shudnt be saying all this.. this is nt according to the company rules and policies and all blah blah ..
shitting and sitting in same conditions .. owning same to self maticulated values. i shud be barred or banned i dnt knw..!!
atlast, this is a story of a boy, who cried and drowned the whole world. he look so sleepish in photographs, i absolutely hate him, when he gives me all these weirdee idezz..
after 22yrs of continous training( vanvas ) of modernised human society, he comes back to town with a hope. bt wht he only found were idiots, morons, liches, sadistic ppl all around him, making him so insecure..
making him tired of all the bounty hunting he pracitised during last 22yrs.wearing battered clothes, torn looks, holes in his soles..
when he looks in mirror. he sees those shabby sorroundings, tiny mutants calling themseleves as homo sapiens gathering around him, even his clothes never wear as well as the next day, his hair never falls in same fashion, after praying and paying heavy price of his childhood and teenage.. he is still fighting a vicious circle of populated corrupt mutants..( still calling him to join their race of homo sapiens.. most decent human beings..)

this was a nightmare u jst went on with.. nw no more hopping around the bushes coming back to the topic.

its said ..
Consider the man on horseback, and I have been a man on horseback for most of my life. Well, mostly he is a good man, but there is a change in him as soon as he mounts. Every man on horseback is an arrogant man, however gentle he may be on foot. The man in the automobile is one thousand times as dangerous. I tell you, it will engender absolute selfishness in mankind if the driving of automobiles becomes common. It will breed violence on a scale never seen before. It will mark the end of the family as we know it, the three or four generations living happily in one home. It will destroy the sense of neighborhood and the true sense of Nation. It will create giantized cankers of cities, false opulence of suburbs, ruinized countryside, and unhealthy conglomerations of specialized farming and manufacturing. It will make every man a tyrant.........


nw entering in this METRO-VILLAGE( bang@whore - bang-@-whore, bangalore) as u may wish to address this big small village of india...
most eye-catching feaeture of this place. is autorickshaw( one mode of public transport) wallas.

these ppl drive u crazy with their meter genrated bills( tht can cause u more than any other expense)..on 1st day of every month i fix 40% of ma salary to these fuckers .( who speak their mother tongue. nt better than shit.)

they are shity, they talk shity, they look shity, their ideazz are shity..
dnt worry i dnt love using or watchn shit this much,, bt cant help bcz even cow manure smells better than them,
they are like yellow honey bees, hovering all over the small metro village.
they wear yellow dress, u can spot them anywhere.
they drive yellow auto-rickshaws.
i gues these many similarities are more than enuff to prove them shity..

these lousy buggers are very common in attitude with our corrupted politician.. they dnt move their hairy fucking black ass( dnt worry i aint gay.. i havent seen tht .. bt actually when i see their faces. it looks like tht only,.)

they charge u whtever they feel like, they will nt leave single chance of exploting any1. their meter shows bill tht is sky high..
u cant expect wht happend with 1 of ma friend.
as he was new to the city. he has to pay 150rs for 1.5 km.. u cant fuck around with them. they gt strong unions. and if u do fuck around.. u will end in hospital.. i have jst mangaed to escape maself from 1 like tht.

they drive like crazy, dnt have any traffic sense.. smtimes over footpath also.. they abuse any1 who comes in their way..
i am feel smtime. are south indians are so tied up in their jobs and all. they cant think properly .... or they are habitutated of getting abused, exploited and slaved of others !!!

dnt worry the only chance to get shit outta them is in night. and if u meet any1 of them alone. dnt worry he will be dead drunk. so if u want u can kill any1 of them..
bt be careful bcz most of the time i am also in same situation ( drunk ... bt aint dead )

they carry their autorickshaw as if they are driving rolls royce..
apart from all this they will nt take u anywhere.. when they are basking their fat-ass under sun. tht is quitlly never visible..in this part of world..




above WRITTEN EVRYTHING IS IN PIECES AND BITS. I DNT HAVE TIME NOR PATIENCE OF ARRANGING IT MASELF.
ITS FRIDAY, MA TL AINT THERE,. I AM THNKING OF GNG BACK TO MASEL.F.. SO THOUGHT LET ME JOT DOWN SMTHNG B4 I LEAVE THIS PC FR SM GOOD!!!


A tree never hits an automobile except in self defense.