I couldn't even judge right. But you can't blame me. Being in a circumstance remotely similar to mine - you'd crap your pants. Your neon signs would start to flicker and then short circuit. You'd cry and not know what to do. You'd turn your engines off, maybe even strip and run around naked - on a beach. That'd be quite a scene. You stripping naked and running on the beach. I'd either throw up or intercept you somewhere down the length of the beach and jiggle with you.
But then, that wouldn't be right. Jiggling with you in public, if at all.
Does it matter though? Being right all the time? Falling into that trap. That choosy societal black hole that's full of all the rights and wrongs none.
Now, how laid out a life would that be. Only doing what's right. Imagine knowing beforehand, of the choices you'd make. You'd practically be living Utopia.
Where's the action in something like that?
Anyway.
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6 comments:
why so many rants...are u feeling trapped or what ?
A writer doesnt always write about oneself!!
Cant believe im actually explainin this to you!
prateek thats a crap explanation..ure all over the piece..when a writer does not write about himself he doesn't let oneself run all over it either..i cant believe i have to explain this to u
are u trying to say that u know me too well?
well, you may. But you are wrong. this time.
i am not trying to say i know u too well..geez..is it that hard to get!!!
what i was implying was
in that post ure identity as the writer was strewn all over
if its an impersonal piece u need to underplay urself and let the narration take itself forward
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