the minister was away on vacation. he had just won back his dead king's land, and restored it to its rightful owner- the 18 old year prince. the next day the prince announced- here after no man in this country can posses any money,house or any such physical entity. he shall live poor and all subjects shall be treated equally.

when the minister heard this he rushed back his capital.. king what have you done? the young king smiled. minister, i wanted to create the ideal kingdom ever. by passing this order i shall unite all the people against me. and there shall be an uprising, at the end of which humanity and modern ideas will prevail. when the people rule themselves and shall be equal and happy. i am ready to sacrifice. the minister was quiet for a minute. then he facepalmed and  shouted to the group near by- which idiot got the prince some ganja?

childhood rymes-

standing under a tree
sound of the scooter's motor
wind and bird, song and shoe
a stack of hay fell on my head

walking down the metro station
mind as blank as my bank balance
a deserted desert,a sudden realization
a stack of hay fell on my head

a cap on my head,a gum in my mouth
chewing and gnawing,sleeping and walking
red lights crossed,stopped at green
grey and hot, black and wet
a stack of hay fell on my head

standing nowhere, looking every where
go where i must? be where i must?
picking up all that hay,dry and dead
where do i stack them and how?
for they are dead and can not be stacked
and a stack of hay fell on my head
and for the first time i heard the sound
the cry of the nest's mother
dead before alive,shell and hay



still here yes

we used to write here i believe. i dont know if we can count our selves alive just because we are not dead. not just yet. breaking point. yes we have broken it and then we see that the point was just the end of a long thin stick.everything is in 3d these days. even the chart we make for those huge bad ass comapnies. we are broken too. oh yes. just about perfect. there seem to be like ..wait..one rendu muunu..yes three rooms that seem to be all there is. it feels like the center of earth, when the earth is the center of the universe and so on. i once had an idea that if life was confined to a small part of a land, there would much more happiness. or rather lesser things. so these three rooms. some bottles. infact loads. leaves. speakers. beard. and in that process lost what was to be preserved. it doesnt help that there are a grand total of three people that i know here in this shit place. but after drilling to the centre of the my world, which is a plain white waterless abyss.. i might just have to dig a bit deeper to break down to the other side of the world- the heaven. till then we shall keep pressing the end key on the keyboard, instead of using the mouse. we shall wait then, shall we? also write you bad ass people.