heading towards my friends reception in goregaon...the auto wallah got challaned by the police for jumping a red light (no i hadn't asked him to)...which surprisingly made him drive even more rash...
and no i didnt stop him...infact i hoped that at one of his dangerous maneuvers he would misjudge the breaks or somebody else would not react in time enough
and i wouldn't have to write this post
no i'm not contemplating suicide...this ain't hero heeralal
let me put it this way if i were in a hold up
i would fight the robber cause that's the correct thing to do
fight against injustice
but if he managed to pull a gun on me and press the trigger...
i wouldn't dodge the bullet
every day people get up and well some of them have something to look forward to
i don't...
i don't find diwali joyful
i could really count the number of times in the year that i have laughed
i am those of the generation who are lost
i exist for the responsibilities i have...
of a man in debt (education loan)
of a son
of existence (having consumed the world's resources for 26 years)
i must repay my debt...so that i can be a free person...unbound and unjudgeable
funnily u know there are drugs that can stop these thoughts...i know since i've taken them at one point of time...legally
but i don't want to...cause these thoughts are what make me...
the best murder mystery and i am hoping at least this is something i am first at...
is where the author...plots his own death
Happy new year everyone...see u on the other side
(p.s. don't get hyper...like i said i'm not doing a hero heeralal)
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i like ur words. =)
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