Mood swings make you think that it isn't your moods, but the shittiness of things around. Selfish people, time-bound travel, food that clings to intestines, selfish people, selfish people, selfish people...
And then you switch on the music and you want to escape. But there's no escape. Because the voice and words echo your thoughts. Damn!
Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Don’t get up gentlemen, I’m only passing through
People are crazy and times are strange
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
Bob Dylan - Things have changed
2 comments:
FV, Having followed your blog for 2 plus years and having spoken about this with almost all my friends , i safely conclude that writers are like cricketers, while every inning may not be century hit ...it always has the potential.
One more smash hit .....Mood swings make you think that it isnt your mood, but the shiitiness of things around ....i copied it as my facebook status for today ...
I feel you are missing on a Twitter and FB wave ...which might be the inspiration for your new book...You can do better than "mother Pious lady" (not that it is a benchmark ..just the one I am reading these days )
Manish ....
Manish:
Thank you! If I am missing out on the wave, maybe the little storms need the oceans? As for the cricketing analogy, why does no one talk about match-fixing and ball tampering? Hamein yeh innings and potential mein dhaal kar, kuchch mauj-masti se masruf kyon kar rahe hai aap?
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