Statutory Warning : IDEAS IN THE BLOGS ARE CRAZY ..MULTIPLE READING WILL CHANGE YOUR THINKING...IF YOU RE-READ ..NO CURSING TO AUTHOR FOR BEING AMAZED ..I JUST TRIED WEEL FRANKLY SPEAKING
I NEVER TRY FOR A WOW ..TRUST ME ...IT JUST FOLLOW'S..LEMME KNOW HOW???


I ASKED MYSELF WHAT YOU LIKE THE MOST TO DO TO ONESELF ????

...AT 4:30 AM alarm ringing..strange in my case ..IT RINGS ME TO REMIND TO SLEEP..BUT I PUT OFF THE LIGHT AND STILL THE QUESTION LINGERS IN MY MIND .."dude... answer??"....THEN A TUSSLE OF WHOLE EARLY MORNING ...BLANK ..NO ANSWER ..
CLASS STARTS ..with HYBRID VEHICLES..still no clue ..

BREAK COMES ..cursing myself why do you think and question yourself subjecting yourself to so much dismay..

ENTER THE LAB ..MM broken sensors ,,,.dripping petrol .. ..SAME THING ..no clue

gosh give me some asprin ..springs inside my skull lost there strings ...i am torturing myself ..feElS goods huh!!! i dont know ..everything is fine normal ..but the thoughts ruin my day..

well sleepless nights , not in a mood to do anything, lost ..symptoms of love cracker ..but strangely me awesum puzzled with my day breaker ...i sit in sun ,,,it speaks rain ..i rush into the shelther evrythng
maze..its cold ..still i think about the damn unanwered ?

suddenly ..something in rains clicks me ..in a fraction of a second ..i rush to my ROVER ..well its not my dog ..instead my laptop i call...gadgets has been my passion and it always be all ...i check out google...

i see this quote of the day : " SPOKEN WORD AND FIRED BULLET NEVER COMES BACK "....

THEN I SIT AND START THIS BLOG ....
INTIALLY THE THOUGHTS CLOG ...NO I CHANGE THE QUOTE TO WHICH I THOUGHT ...PUT IT AS A TITLE..AND GAZE WHAT TO WRTIE...WRITING IS BEEN MY HOBBY I CONFESS TO MYSELF ...IDEAS WERE ALWAYS DIFFERENT TOLD TO MYSELF ..BECOZ THERE IS AINT ANY WORK TO MIND UNLESS TO QUESTION YOURSELF ....

SOME GREAT SCHOLAR SAID ..THE QUOTE WELL NO REGRETS TO THAT ..BUT THE OTHER SIDE STANDS ME ALWAYS BACKING MY SIDE ...I AM SELFISH.. I AGREE ..FOR MYSELF I KNOW WHAT I WANT ...I THINK ALOT ...I BACK MY THOUGHTS ..WELL NO OFFENCE TO ONE AND ALL ..TO ADD ..EVERY SPOKEN WORD AND FIRED BULLET CAN BE CALLED BACK....

ALL I SAY IS ALWAYS OUTLOOK MATTERS ..UNLESS THAT CHANGES IT CANT BE CALLED BACK..
SOME DAY I SAID TO MYSELF THAT PERFECTION IS WHAT YOU WANT ..INDEED I FELL FOR IMPERFECTION AS TERMED ...

TRUST ME THERE IS NOTHING CALLED A SOLID IDEA ..IN THIS BESTOWED WORLD ..AS THEY ARE FRAGILE ..WHICH I KNEW FROM THE MOMENT I DID A REVISION TO MY THOUGHTS.. IDEAS DO CHANGE ..NEW CONCEPTS FLOAT ON THE SURFACE ...WITH NEWER LOGICS..NOW I AM KIND OF SARCASTIC ON PEOPLE WHO SAY ME WRONG OR BLAME ME FOR BEING BAD ...WELL MY THOUGHTS ARE PRECIOUS TO ME ..AS SELFISH AS U ALL WERE

I ASSURE SOME BETTERNESS IN MY SELFLISHNESS WITHOUT ANY MOTTO ..I DONT KNOW WHAT TO TAKE ,,I RATHER LOVE TO GIVE AWAY WHATEVR I HAVE...

LEARNT THAT A SPOKEN WORD ,,A FIRED BULLET ,,HAS A CALL BACK

ITS NOT ALWAYS THE GENIOUS OF THE IDEA BUT THE BACKUP THOUGHTS CONFRONTS IT
WELL IN FRONT OF ME IS JUST A MYTHOLOGY

I DONT REGRET FOR WHAT I DO ..BECOZ I LEARNT THAT ITS WHAT MAKES ME ..
LIKE OR DISLIKE WAS NEVER A PRIORITY

ALL I SCARE IS MY IDEOLOGY...

I NEVER FOLLOWED ANY ONE ITS ALL ME ..WELL IF I AM ALONE THEN WHY ITS ALWAYS ME..

WHY I LISTEN TO A STRANGE CRY IN MY WRITINGS ..IS IT I MISS SOMETHING ..YOU LEAVE A HALLOW SPACE IN ME
WHAT IS MOST LIKELY THING WOULD I LIKE TO DO MYSELF ..ITS JUST FIGHTING WITH MYSELF..INVAIN..LIKE VANITY PARODY

AGGRESSION IN ME LOST IT STABILITY WELL ALL I DID WAS CARED SOMEONE AS MY OWN IDEOLOGY..
DEPRESSION IN ME CREEPS IT PEAK WELL ALL I DID WAS A CALL BACK ..EVERYTIME I HAIL IT .. I FALL BACK

BEING GOOD AND BAD HOLDS NO GLITTER IN IT ..I JUST WAITING FOR PRESENSE OF SOME ONE IN THIS DESERT OF TRANQUILLITY

EQUALITY LACKS IN THE WORLD BUT IT IS IN ME ..WELL I JUST WAS LATE ..IT CRAMPED ME ..IN MY SENSIBILTY..
WELL I CAN FIND MANY TRAINS TO TRAVEL IN A STATION BUT ..ONLY ONE TRAIN TAKES ME HOME IN MIDDLE OF MID-NIGHTALITY
SOOOOOO..I DONT WANT TO MISS THAT TRAIN ..AND STRAIN FO RTHE BLUE CYCLE WHICH WAS NEVER PRESENT ..ABSENT IN THE STATION RATHER I SIT BACK WITH YOU AND MOVE WIT YOU..SENSING NO SOUND ....

CHOIRS I LISTEN WEN I LOST THE WAY ..ITS ABOUT THE CARE-FREE LOOK YOU WEAR ..NOT THE THOUGHTS YOU CARRY...
I SENSE A STRANGE CONNECTION REPEATEDLY DNT SAY ME ITS ME TUNING A LOCAL RADIO ..RATHER I M TUNED IN '

AND OUT TO YOUR FIRST FLOOR STUDIO ROOM...

I STAND FOR LONG AT THE BRIDGE WE CROSS ..STILL FEEL THE BREATH OF THE SLEEPY COIL..

I KNOW YOU HAD A SHORT SLEEP ..WELL GHOST LIKE ME DOESNT SLEEP ..

I RATHER PEEP INTO MY THOUGHTS ..AND GO ON A JOY RIDE...


MY FEELINGS ASSURE ME ..ITS NEVER A THOUGHT TO BE GENOUS BUT THE OUTLOOK HAS TO BE RITE ..I KNOW YOU ARE BUSY ..TRY IT WHEN YOU ARE FREE WITH ME

DOPED IN CONFUSION I NOW RETIRE ...MY ROVER NEEDS SLEEP ..OR IT WILL DIE ONCE FOR ALL