Ever thought how dreams of every individual originate from the exact 2 letter words: “WHAT IF?” And how many times they are done and dusted with “If…” followed by a docile and submissive agreement. I’ve always thought of ‘IF’ as the most powerful word, well obviously not size wise. You see when ‘if’ used in past tense it gives a distressful feeling, but when used in future tense it breeds an air of hopefulness. Let’s not get dramatic & philosophical over this, but yes personally I wish if dragonballs myth were true :p

The chronicles of times seems to have played it’s greatest trick, and everyone around me appears to give impression that they’ve been hypnotised to maturity. And as usual I stared into a waste of space while ignoring the monumental event. Ruled by rituals, manners and schedules; asked dumb questions for which I’ve had dumber answers. Yet I keep on asking how many years before a man starts living for himself? Before his antics aren’t tagged as antisocial? Or before I ain’t classified into a stupid group of optimist, realist or pessimist? The answers to which I don’t give a damn about; yeah cut my marks bitch I double dare ya. I don’t know my hierarchy of needs, but if I want it I’ll come & get it.

I curse the world but deep within my heart I know there’s got to be more to it than the social falacy. Although sometimes I can’t believe myself that I grew up for this shit. But what if I could get a break from all these annoying schedules, if I could get away from my knotting thoughts. Well I don’t wanna be a victim of myself & show self pity, and I do agree to the fact that I’ve done stupid things also I can bet ya my sweet ass that I am gonna keep ’em doing as long as I’m having fun. So I pick my bag and shove couple of trousers, & disappear miles away to anywhere for some days…

This is ecstasy!!! I’m gonna continue writing further when I am sober enough…