And why why why why why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why you cowards! Why you brutes! Why do you open fire on a bunch of unarmed innocent people? why do you kill???? Since when have you started believing that you are gods of destruction and harbingers of welfare and a people of a grand new world! GOD DAMN YOU ALL! Why do you channelise such a lot of energy, dedication, single-mindedness in something that is so destructive? How can you sleep at night? How can you ever look straight into the eyes of someone you love? Do you ever have a moment of peace, do you ever see a spectacle of beauty? Can you listen to a child's cry without blaming yourslef? How is it that you have turned yourselves into such unfeeling death-vending automatons? How is it that blood and gore no more churn your insides? For every man you kill, you kill a thousand more and perhaps you don't even realise that you killed yourself the first time you killed one.

Deliver us God, from this abyss of helplessness. We don't want strength to endure but to resist and counter.

May you rest in peace!

On some days there's so much beauty around, such an absurdly huge amaount of poetry flowing in the air, I almost choke with joy. On somedays tears glisten and gleam on my face soothing the tempestuous insides that seethe in a beautiful fury of emotions...Oh God, sometimes I wish I could die...so that beauty is the last thing before my eyes and on my mind.

Sometimes I wish I could do away with this irascible, interminable rage of mine that engulfs me and blurs my vision, sometimes I wish I could be beautiful and normal...and not so claustrophobic.

You fill up my senses
like a night in the forest
like the mountains in springtime,
like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean
you fill up my senses,
come fill me again.

Come let me love you,
let me give my life to you
let me drown in your laughter,
let me die in your arms
let me lay down beside you,
let me always be with you
come let me love you,
come love me again.
-John Denver
I couldn't write anything better for you.

These days you can trsut nobody. Not even friends. My sister entrusted her money-purse to a long time friend of ours, Basu. And can you believe it...he stole Rs. 20 out of the poor trusting girl's purse! Fie on you Basu, fie!
Readers, if you know Basu or you don't (well now you do), don't trust him with your purse. Don't even keep them lying here and there...Basu's always on the prowl.
:D
Like it?