God was Murdered

I didn’t know Saturday, 18-May-2013 would pan out this way. And that’s what I love about life: the damn unpredictability & utter stupidity.   A friend & I were to meet on Sunday. When I texted her early Saturday morning to remind. She hadn’t a clue about our Sunday rendezvous over Daaru.   Here’s the new generation for you: Fickle. ADD ridden & narcissistic. She forced me to meet on Saturday itself as on Sunday she was scheduled to play waitress to her extended family who were coming self-invited to talk about her imminent wedding. In simpler terms: to be a frickin pain-in-the-ass.  We met, drank cheap & awesomely flavored (lemongrass & ginger) Vodka. We were happily drunk when we entered this open restaurant: Amici (Italian, I bet). We ate Salad & a splendid pizza & iced tea with too much ice. We talked up this bloke sitting next to us. It was rather not easy to make out which country he belonged to. We asked. Bloody Indian like us. We t

About Me Marital Status There’s only one thing I’ve ever cared about. That thing is Truth . And time & again, without fail, it bites me in the ass. I don’t like getting bitten in the ass. Honesty makes me lose people, people I care about. I don’t like honesty. But I can never abandon it. It has stood by me when all else have chosen to fly away. I’m married to it - till death do us apart. Ambition I’ve no ambition to make money. I’ve tremendous ambition to make the hell out of the rare gift I’ve got. I better be god damn best at what I do. The day I’m not I’ll walk away. Why I write I’ve no country. I’ve no religion. I’ve no possession. I’ve nothing to prove. I write. I write because this is the only damn thing I’m good at. My friends I’ve about 7 friends, not one of whom will risk acknowledging me in public. Me Sometimes I can be really difficult – but usually I’m insufferable. My belief There are only two kinds of people in this weird world: Those wh