Orkut, Facebook, blogs, pcitures, memories, stories, certificates, medals, headlines, I know-u know, youngest, biggest, best, looks, intelligence, money, cars… this rant

wats the pt?

… that’s when they stop being men. 

Last couple of weeks I feel like I have been chained. Something which I consider my baby is being robbed of its identity by a few shitty 2 cents of men in the garb of regulations and order. 

I have no clue what to do. I don’t know how I can improve things. I don’t know how I can fight these maniacs whose life revolves around the little power that they have. 

Shit!

… today! 

I don’t know about the vox pop thingy though.

… badi gol gol gol gol hai!

My eyes failed me for a second, I say
that my words have been referenced, i say
on a platform so illustrious,
that gods seem propesterous!

Never for a second I imagined that i would be one amomg the billions whose similar sentiment would be acknowledged by a bunch of extraordinaly SUPERIOR BEINGS.

HONOR, and that too when I live and breath in my shallow mediocrity that warrents no existence. An existence that is worthless due to the lack of any talent, originality or gift. Born not as a genuis, a crime that i will pay for all my life.

What a great day is today.