"Any difference which makes a difference is information". Like a grafitti on my red and gray walls. Today a sudden wave of sadness and melancholy swept through my depths. There sure are reasons. But none so special to share. Yes indeed after so many days Ive had the nerve to be serious. It was always in store. How long can anyone be unserious? Seriousness prevails. Hmm..But hey Iam not complaining. Whatever happens, it's all for good. So I know that its my part to learn something out of the happenings that have crushed a small part of my red bull...hehe my heart I meant. I believe in "Karma" and yes that is all I need to breathe inspiration into my life. And here Iam, as always posting some more lines of unread and un-intelligent sense. It's strange, that everytime I open my blog and I read through what Ive written, and then heave a huge windy sigh of relief saying "well there seem to be o many people thinking like me, feeling like me...am glad". Its here that I have discovered an alternate existence. But not an alternative. Tomorrow will be better, if not tomorrow then it will be day after tomorrow. Someday I might open my blog to post some giggling lines. By the way I had to tell you this. Jerry slipped off the slippery stairs and broke a leg. Ten thousand rupees for the right guess!! which leg? He broke his leg of wisdom. Yeah now he is dumb. No...Hetal told me once that I need not worry about curly locks. She says that crooked brains go well with curly strands. I feel einsteinish every morning. And every time I walk down the lane autographed with crow shit,I know that am throwing them complex in the areas of nest building. No wonder so many of them line up outside my window. Perhaps they want to see how I make one. I just dread the day when I wake up with crow eggs in my hair. It could be called "Hatching" nightmares. Jerry will be fine and Hetal will be normal.