the universe

Red donkeys - The universe


Donkeys look good when they are red, especially the kind with wings. You are writing crap and that’s what the machine thinks. Paulo coehelo, may be talking to heaven but hel is a part of his name. And when obama won the election, some said gujuratis were to blame. What does it matter just you or not just you, what does it matter the campaign. Coz when the client pokes in his nose in the end it will all look the same. So ramble and type any dam shit, you know no-one will read. And if someone does and has a problem, you should thank him instead. Ur spellings still suck after 25 years, really nothing has changed, you still cannot reach the other sleeve with this hand, but now mom thinks ur deranged. And people are clones any way, why million dollars got to waste. To create the same man when all men are same, some people think cloning is in bad taste. Someone else’s cell phone shakes your monitor, but tragic news doesn’t shake you. Who told newspapers to only print the bad stuff, so often, it doesn’t break you. Brinjal taste bad and cabbage taste worse, but you don’t mind eating both. The term ‘revert back’ doesn’t exist, its enough to say ‘please revert’. Writing, like eating is a singular joy, you can’t share the feeling when you watch someone eating. The best stories are not yours to read, please be happy with your fake reading. The puns and the rhymes and wit at other times, are shooting stars for a moment of light. But the millions of words, boring words of your mind are the honest truth like the sunlight. No humor or fiction ever is more original that what we live. The author writes coz he didn’t get a bank job, (at least that’s what his brother really thinks.) So know that you’re a bubble with 6 billion bubbles a silly thing meant to burst. You can grow big and go can be small you are just a pocket of air in the universe. No big bang theory is needed to explain bubbles, but I’m sure, they are doing their research, and believing there are aliens in other coke bottles, and just then…oops someone quenched his thirst. And there you go the next set of bubbles, a start all over again. See that’s the trouble even the bubble wants answers to where and when. People keep saying food for thought; we have to give thoughts for food. I just created another universe when a push button coffee is brewed.