twenty five years of doing nothing... only to realise one sunny morning that you are cut out for a greater cause, to do something good and meaningful on this planet...
that there is still goodness amongst people and every stranger deserves to be greeted with a smile...
that your life is a gift, and after the long night will come a bright day...
that when all doors close, there is still one door somewhere opening for you...
you call that enlightment.
i call that "are you still drunk?"
get up, get real.
your life ain't mapped in some lines on ur forehead or palm.
you gotta watch your step, or you might step onto the poo that the stray dog left there earlier this morning, while you were still scratching your nose under the quilt. coz you know you are too lazy to wash those soles, and you'll try to get rid of the shit by rubbing on the grass, and wait for the remnant to dry off and crumble on the asphalt.
this post is not meant for metaphors and sugarcoats.
true, i believe in virtue...
i believe i wasn't born to talk filth.
i wasn't born not to talk filth either :)
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3 comments:
You sound kind of caustic in this one...though sets the tone for the blog alright!
"Caustic" would be a gross understatement!!!
With all due respect to Saikat and his opinion, "There are more things in heaven and earth Saikat than are dreamt of in your philosophy." :-)
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