55 words

The kid sat there... wahtching at the alphabet spread in front of him... he tried to remember waht the teacher had made him mug up.... what was it ... A B C D.... but the block in front of him confused him... was it Q W E R.... how could he have forgot... something was wrong....

Mother came and picked him from the keyboard...

55-words one of them....

he sat there.. terrified...
blade at his throat..
he remembered his family.. they would be waiting for him to take them to movie today.. on sunday.. sweat trickled on his forehead... he remembered his mother.. she would be waiting for him to take her with him..

the blade tucked on his skin...

one voice shook him out of his thoughts..... Babu ji.. facial bhi kar du kya..??

Life is unfair...
we all work.. bosses and collegues..
some hard.. some not so hard...
some smart.. some not so smart..
all working for a couple of bucks..

how is it then.. i get less..
less than the other guy.. ALWAYS..
working harder and smarter, striving to be better..
but it seems there's some other skill needed..
Yess boss types seem to do better.. ALWAYS..

saturdays... how nice they were...

nice and naughty.. friends.. long drives.. booz

but in gandhis land... there are no saturdays.. only days before sundays...

life is beautiful...

life is beautiful..
so beautiful that we forget ourselves going through it..
forget that we are not the life..
not life.. just a short distance passanger on board..
the beauty mesmerising as it is..