Life requires no more flavour at the moment. Rather mind seems absorbed much into the materialistic goods in the world, yet adoring the audacity of god. Not much to brag at this moment, Amitabh Bachhan’s blog is holding the melodious attention of the blog visitors. He can curve even the weird writings to get a pile of fanatic comments. Such is his silver screen status, he could even beat Salman Rushdie’s midnight children with his horrible wordily creations. I do not like lauding a person for an act, just because he had a huge impact over the country in a different arena. I would prefer glimpsing over his father’s thought-provoking poems than his vicious posts.
Talking about myself, some would rate it as if a total heinous act of thoughts. But I won’t mind simply revealing the dire fact as being the lone visitor to my own blog. Still content to applaud myself.
Life is neither a crunch lying in ice-cream nor a wafer lying alongside open cheese burger, it is a bolt smacked till its end into an endless wall. One keeps wriggling over the exposed side of bolt just to loosen it till end. Two classified categories exist on this land. One would screw down the bolt avoiding the overt red dust over their face. Second species letting every particulate striking bluntly over torn masks but both would end up dreading their deeds. This is nasty contentious rule prevailing over every mind in this world. Formers would applaud latter’s approach and vice versa. Still everyone looks at others with anxious eyes for hours as if other would induce some cents of perfection. Others feel as if only that person is making merry in leisure. Such complex become the tracks of life, one keeps drowning with the trends of it. Still there I felt the presence of another out of the world species. Do I need to name myself??
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