2 minute blogpost

19th March 2010

I decided to write today, for my blog. Thought I’ll post something…don’t need a huge gap. So I’ll write whatever I can in 2 minutes. And here I am.

Here I am. This is me. Lalalala lala la la la la..

It’s weird getting home after a long gap.

It’s fun meeting someone after a long gap.

It’s a long gap that makes a bridge.

It’s a long gap that makes a hero.

Time flies without wings with a ticktock band.

Pigs can’t fly, then how the swine flu? (kaheen se maara hai shayad)

Caged inside or outside?

13th November '08

You go on in life rescuing others, bringing hope streaks to shine here and there.....wishing, secretly wishing, that it shines on you, or is brought to you.

The reality is. It's you who wants to be rescued. From this, that and others. It's you who wants to be free. 

So you write.

To let your words flow freely. And the pen you use, doesn't work. The second one's ink doesn't flow. Freedom! Hah. You're caged. caged. caged. caged. caged. Behind bars of restlessness.

You live through a day. Days. Weeks. Months. Waiting for your turn. Each turn turns into another or anothers. Weird sentence, Huh? You won't get. Hahaha.

Small things. Meaningful small things. Oh, such melancholy over such a small thing!

What thing?  ll