I’m brave but I’m chicken shit. - alanis morissette

i always thought (subconciously), that the earth belongs to humans and animals happen to be there too. now i think the opposite.

sleep
engulfs me

like a warm hug,
like a cozy blanket,
like a sunday afternoon,
like love.

right there in the middle of my meeting.

shameless it is.

i want.

an iphone

an airbook

3 new acs

a new digital camera

a toned body

great skin

good nights sleep

free time

a nice man

shoes

bags

holidays

happiness

and i want to quit my job.

kyurious

ripoort

politeesian

why can't the english learn how to speak?

आज हम हिन्दी में लिखेंगे। पर मुझे माफ़ करना पड़ेगा, क्यूंकि मेरी हिन्दी काफ़ी बेहूदा है। अब मुझे लगता है की बेहूदा शायद ग़लत शब्द है पर में उससे वैसे ही छोरने वाली हूँ।

अब मज्जे के लिए में भाषण देने वाली हूँ।

भाइयों और बहेनो, हम्मे सब साथ मिलकर रहेना चाहिए। हिंदू, मुसलमान, सिख, इसाही, और हर धर्म के लोग में खून जोह बहेता है वोह एक ही है। यह भाषण बहुत बोरिंग है।

ओके बाय।

do you ever think you were born to do things other than what you do now? to maybe run a school or save the trees or clean the rivers or reduce plastic or find solutions for all of the above.

wouldn't that be more meaningful than writing a jingle to sell hair oil? or toothpaste?

you think?

you think they'll let him live? you think this time the dream will become a reality? you think the young ones will remain clean and pure? you think the old ones will learn a lesson or two? you think they'll think before taking a bribe? before stuffing their pockets and every available orifice with our hard earned money? you think they'll think and then say no? you think the electricity will finally come and the hunger will finally end and the hatred will finally vanish and the bombs will finally stop? you think that man in budelkhand will finally stop digging the well that yeilds no water? you think?

i think.

i hope.

i pray.

so many people running on the tread mill.

the thin girl is running from the divorce thats yapping at her heels. its so close now that she can feels its hot breath on the back of her legs. she runs faster and harder, but it never seems to get tired or slow down. that dirty dog.

on the treadmill next to her, the fat lady, running from the doctors. they've jumped into an ambulance and they've got the sirens blaring. they're coming to take her away, to jab needles in her arms and take her blood pressure and pump her with pills. run lady. run. your life depends on it.

in the mirror i can see the gay hair dresser. trying to run like a boy. every now and then, his arms flap a bit, like he's just spotted his favourite rock star, and like he's going to faint, and like, its like, just too much. eeeeeeeeee.

then there's the 40 something woman running from her age.

the israeli body guard running behind the terrorists, running from the terrorists, running with anger, running from fear, running to save his girlfriend, and the rabbi and the wife.

the 40 something man. running to forget. forget the woman he loves. loved. forget that she married someone else. forget the times they made love together. forget. forget. forget.

and then me. i'm just running so i don't get fat :)