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Wednesday, February 18, 2009


few days back, as i was walking on a quiet and dark pathway, something came up to my mind. is life all about enjoying or all about being serious? you have your own answers and i have mine. so just keep it to yourself. or just keep wondering.

what about when i'm old? i'm so worried how i'll live life. saw an old man walking on the same pathway with me late at night. he walked slowly, trying to catch his breath, switching the stuffs that he carried from one hand to another.

i really feel worried and sad. just take a look at us, do we take out our money upon seeing old people at the roadside selling tissues or playing some instruments even a small pathetic recorder which only able to give you a few notes? to me, i rather give the money directly to them instead of those charity shows with celebrities risking their asses to gain the sympathy of the nation. sympathy comes from one self. not earning the sympathy.

and those typical indian teens which stops you at some mrt station or somewhere, they take part of the money that you donated. if not from where do they get their pay? isn't that cheating no matter what certificate you show that you're from where? even the pens that they give away, is inkless. don't tell me that it's the thoughts that counts. go think about it slowly.

what's pointless to you may not be pointless to others.

11:41 AM

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