For a really long time now, work, depression (or atleast thats wat i like to call it, sounds rather grand) and other things have generally kept me running. Like a well oiled machine..but thats about it. No life, no energy and definetely no jaan.
Isn't it funny how things change, and so fast. Like one moment you are here thinking that this will last forever and you already imagine the next 15,000 years. The image of them runs in your mind like a 36mm film screen. But FYI - the very very next moment somthing happens and your 36 mm image is riuned. Sometimes beyond repair.
But lets not talk about sad things anymore.Lets not use metaphors and symbolism to explain our problems (all men related).Let's just be free man and celebrate.
Michael Jackson died and he was just 50. 5 years older than Elvis when he died, but infintely popular and his death gave him more glory than any comeback concert wud have. Some people are born to fly. And its sad that this person's was cut off in mid flight.
My Post is random as ever before. I'm not sad anymore. Learning is a new process. I believe in God. My name is Rucha. and I am writing SHIT!
(ATTENTION - All of the above behavior suggests acute nervous breakdown and advanced hysteria)
Actually I think I have forgotten how to write. Even my keyboard doesnt feel my own anymore. Aaaaargh...mutant aliens have attacked and taken over my body. HEELP!
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