Because the sky is so high!!

Sometimes you wish you had only a few principles to live up to,
sometimes you wish you had not professed your principles,
sometimes you wish you had no conscience at all,
sometimes you feel so alone even in a crowded place,
sometimes you wish every "why" had its explanation,
sometimes you wish you could say more,
but you realize that somethings are left better unsaid,
all the times you hope your unsaid words were heard,
sometimes you wish you could know what would be next,
sometimes you wish there were none at all,
sometimes it is 11:48 in the night.

PS: copying from my other blog.

PS (Pre Script): This is a post that was originally written in the month of June.

I sit over my sofa grubbing what my mother calls an inadequate-breakfast while my father walks in , promptly giving me a disapproving look for having the songs channel on TV and brings Bhraka Dutt in front of me. Not wanting to encounter my father when he is possessed by one of those very harmful sermoners , I shift on my sofa throwing invisible SOS es to my mom which, of course, my mom misses. Subdued by the mere thought of what could happen if I got the Music channel on TV again, I settle down to watching the melodrama, which my father otherwise prefers to be called the "NEWS".

The news reader looks up from her laptop, leans forward into the camera lens frowning quite unnecessarily and announces how the Sungai Rapat state assemblyperson, Hamidah Osman, had stated that Indians were more parsel-toungued than snakes and how she would kill an Indian first if she were given a choice to kill either a snake or an Indian (like there are some odds of that happening. I say 'Stop Dreaming Woman!!' ). Yes, I deeply agree with the outrage and all the debates that the NEWS channel could scrape out of this statement but, (no offense), but how does this even become a offense to us? Well, being compared to a snake is so painful to us then hark!! snakes do not want to be associated with us either. I say, get the snakes too a lawyer and I am one hundred percent positive that they would have Hamidah Osman sewed with more than just a public apology for having racially abused them like that. C'mon, we humans kill each other.. bombard each other to be precise.. snakes are a million times better than we humans. So Miss.NewsReader stop crapping and just tell me where you got that lipstick from? ;-)

Before you start wondering why the hell I came up with the whole of the first para, let me confess and thus expect your mercy (that you would be showing by revisiting my blog even after reading this post) that I thought it was sort of cute to complain how painful my life in the mornings are, not to mention the treadmill that I hate the most.

mm hmm, mm hmm, I am a rock,
mm hmm, mm hmm, playing with mud is my job.
wee heee, wee heee, give me a ride baby,
wee heee, wee heee, I really need a ride sweetheart.

My sweetheart , my sweetheart kissed him sitting on top of my temple.
ayye yaay yay, little did she know he was no rock,
ayye yaay yay, little did my sweetheart know that he was capable of breaking her heart,
love me baby, laaauuuve me,
or am I a rock for you baby.
mm hmm, mm hmm


Lalala laa la laa, Come back to me baby, I can't walk,
Break me baby, break me to a pebble,
Make me a pebble baby and put me in your pocket.
I do my darling, I do,
And I promise to take you in health and happiness.
What can do to get you here, mm hmm mm hmm.

mm hmm, mm hmm, I am a rock,
mm hmm, mm hmm, to love is not my job.

"It's basically like being involved in some magical thing thats much bigger than you are." --Chandler
Well I would be only a very bad lier if I said i was not crying when writing this.