my past is my present so I've nothing left for my future.

Probably this will be my last post from the protective confines of my room. Apparently the work to be done by my parents and their hoodlums seems to have reached its end and so they have decided to cut off my internet connection (citing exorbitant costs and illegitimate billing).

Stooping low to conquer is a good thing as long as your goal is in view. The entire thing starts to look foolish once you lose sight of your goal but keep on reaching newer levels of lower heights without realizing that you've actually lost the main purpose of your mission.

Life is not so promising in the future when you consider the perspective of my so called elders, yet everybody keeps repeating that pt is in much demand nowadays. what do you do when the last remnant people whom you think are on your side also betray you?.

The funniest thing in this whole sequence of events was the way everybody who were more "mature" than me ranging from my seniors to my classmates acted like idiots and that made me realize that i was in every way better than them. (way to go buddy press f6 to see your crushes name on the screen while you are at it you might as well press f1 to f12 if you are that desperate and better try to be lovable to be loved).

One of my greatest lessons was taught by my parent's well wisher and by far the oldest of the lot who have "interacted" with me. i realized that no matter how old they may be they still can behave like idiots and its not worth it to give respect just because they are older than you. I know I'm not perfect but at least I'm not as lame or idiotic as my benefactors. Why is it that i keep approaching people even when i know that they will betray me or when i know for sure they did have a role to play in my general gloominess?. I don't have an answer for that myself and i don't expect you to answer either because I don't like words like "idiot", "stupid" etc the sort Ive been using for describing my benefactors.

After nearly 2 years I went back to my school one of the most beloved places on earth and here is a picture of the goal post i used to generally hang around.
In many a sunny lunch hour and physical training period i used to lie on the grass (there used to be grass back then) and dream and boy with all those eagles crying and the bright sun hurting my eyes i used to feel like a small cowboy defending my ranch. I told you we live twice once in the moment and the other in retrospection. That was one of the memorable moments in the recent past, strange how some settings change their value over time once it was my refuge from all my classmates and the scheduled life of school, now it has become sort of a stronghold protected from this obnoxious world where i can reach out to my past.
This is lucky one of the last strands that keeps me connected to one of my beloved places on earth.
and buddy don't make me regret that i found solace in you after all, people you like doesn't necessarily mean that you want them in your life and you cant make fun of people who like you, right? in which case the person who likes you has every right to retaliate.

my stint at RK mission has come to an end yesterday and while i was coming back home the rk mission incharge presented me with a small book of vivekananda. one of the people i admire though his rhetoric is mostly religious his patriotism and his progressive ways of thinking about developing his India at a time and age when everybody was either being a coward or a betrayer truly deserves praise and recognition. If it wasnt for his religious views i think he could have reached to a larger educated audience of different sections and would have proved a refreshing inspiration when compared with the sola toupee wearing national leaders of that period. thank you madam for that book I'm gonna cherish it till the end of my life for i personally believe books make the perfect gift.

Loneliness has never been so inviting and promising than now. thank you for everything and farewell till my next post.

of false diagnoses and spluttering starts

hi there everybody here are a few questions that have been running over and over and over and over.............in my head (well I've got nothing much substantial in my hands to keep me occupied other than a flickering computer[i keep begging it not to give up on me while I'm blogging] and a bitch of a bike who keeps "taking me" out for a ride). Now for some sane philosophical questions...

# Does buying a set of newspapers on the day the election results are released by anyway convey an idea that the buyer supports the winning party (for all i know he could be searching for some elusive job [yup happened to yours truly]).

# Can you stop loving someone just because they have a different political view or support someone whom they presume you don't like?.

# If someone did something bad to me even if its at the behest of my parents are they still worthy of a pardon?. now here are some thoughts which may prove detrimental for the above said pardon....
1. I've ceased being a christian the day i came to know i was being taken for a ride.
2. All the accused were of a sound mind and intentionally have taken part in this thing. i question their sanity and common sense they all appeared to be quite sensible the last time i saw them they must have succumbed to the vagaries of time.

Now they expect me to forget everything have a cheerful face and talk as if nothing has happened. The problem is I'm not gifted like them to fake serenity while scheming something devious behind the screens (yup pretty much gonna blow them up all over the place, hehehehe in case you haven't noticed that is the muffled evil laugh of mine).

I've learnt to give the answers they want and I must have become pretty adept at that, deducing by the way they are buying them.
I've also learnt to ignore idiots who appear time and again and try to remind me their role in the great scheme that deprived me of many a sane moment and made me seek revenge (this is for you idiot i came to the Christmas party knowing pretty well whats gonna happen and be careful with my piano).
I've learnt that, they believe the lord almighty has ordained them for protecting my soul and have taken upon themselves the task of moral policing by controlling my computer (islamic fundamentalist countries i believe are more liberal than them and with their help i think i can make it to heaven even with all my transgressions)
They must be really dumb to not recognise till now that i love playing along until it starts bothering me.

I feel like i've reached the fag end of my career and need a much awaited overhaul psychologically. If i was an automobile as i dream sometimes I would be condemned by now taking into consideration all the beatings I've taken but i dont know why I find life so interesting (maybe because of all the varying degrees of insanity i come across randomly) each passing day even when everyday turns out to be pretty predictable. Maybe the little hope that one day I'm gonna have my revenge is what is keeping me going hehehe (the same laugh again). After all these days my enthusiasm doesnt seem to waver and my spirits are at an all time high (speaking of spirits they do play a role in my happiness). As i often say everyman to himself even when he is lying on the bosom of his beloved. we were born alone and we are gonna die that way and every relation inbetween is born out of necessity. My happiness lies in things that people normally ignore while trying to "live" and i believe that has made all the difference the road less travelled.

Now its time for me to practice telekinesis just to shut out this obnoxious world and travel to my shambala. And all you (add expletives for feminine gender) and idiots with those smug grins you are gonna be really sorry. i swear by my aching heart I dont give a damn about what you did for me or if your father is complaining to the police because you are receiving missed calls.

If you can so can I and I will, till then keep smiling. I'm brewing it, the perfect recipe even the devil cant beat it (I'll be filling in his shoes after my death a fact of much consternation to my "christian" parents). They think hell is a place of suffering but as i see they are wrong as always, devils can be happy hehehe.

Apparently emotions and feelings are the only things that are hindrances to a man's happiness but then I'm gonna die an emotional fool with a little twist, my epitaphs gonna read " An emotional fool who had his day of happiness". see ya all in hell. iIii

monsoon and mosquitoes

With all the beauty of monsoon comes another of God's beautiful creation, the mosquito that is despised because while you are busy soaking the sights and sounds of the monsoon, soaking wet it disturbs with its thirst. i mean it would be okay with me if it approaches me without its irritating buzzing in my ears and painlessly pokes me (with a morphine tipped proboscis) for its meal. visualize me, lost in thought (contemplating the infinity of the universe and the brevity of life) looking out of rain streaked windows onto the magnificent canvas, the sky with its lightening display and then comes this mosquito which first disturbs me with its high pitched buzzing and then settles on the most delicate parts (relatively speaking) of my body and then pokes me and when i try to end my suffering with a quick flick it flies away as if its going, never to return apparently hurt by my rude gesture but the moment you return into your dreams you feel a sharper pain, most probably at the same site(makes me wonder whether they have a sophisticated gps considering the accuracy of their repeated strikes) where you've first seen the mosquito. It strikes again and again till it gets it full. you cant but wonder at the ingenuity and audacity of such attacks, through the pjs, finding ways into my blanket or into my mosquito net or flying as if invincible through the electric bat i use, to swat at them.

I don't know what the creator was thinking when he created them, i mean they live for only a few days and all they do is nothing but cause misery to men. looks like their only purpose of life is reproduce, drink blood and introduce microbes and cause disease good thing they live for only a few days. sorry forgot a vital detail only females drink blood males are more docile, drinking only plant sap. speaking of females why are females so notorious for violence (eg: the black widow spider eats it mate if im correct) I'm not chauvinistic but females either are misunderstood or are really dangerous as they are perceived (hehehe).

If mosquitoes had a holy book of their own it would read something like
"thou shall not drink more than you require",
"cursed are those who use repellents and nets for the wrath of the lord is upon them, and he will do the battle on your behalf".
"Introducing microbes while ingesting blood is a divine reciprocation and those ba@#$%ds deserve it, hence thou shall not show remorse while taking in blood"
"He who hath attained martyrdom in the human hands shall spend eternity in mosquito heaven(human hell) where thou shall be blessed with a hundred thousand bound humans as a divine feast".
"lay a hundred thousand eggs for its the Lord's will that thy offspring be like the sands of the sea"
well if we were mosquitoes at least that would be how our holy books would be written. well then, ill go back to my mosquito tormented existence (hell) while you have a good day(mosquito free). whatever their purpose in life may be they are pretty successful in making mine miserable.

subtle lessons or deliberate humiliation

If its not remotely controlling my computer its regulating the voltage so that my computer shuts down by itself that's the idea of the accomplices hired by my family to bring about a change in me. They continuously insist on being a*&holes and whom am i to deny their identity. Today they sent home an executive from the internet providers just to let me know that my computer is not bugged, tapped or whatever it is they do to follow my online and offline activities. i don't know how dumb they think i am. this world has a crazy habit of taking kindheartedness to dumbness and inability. and my father is already sick.... now how sick can this get.

For the benefit of the people who don't know whats going on in my life i would like to bring this whole thing into perspective

# my parents say they don't have any money and repeatedly (almost at every instance that requires money) run to "the bank" to get money or wait for their "pension to come" and yet don't want me to find a job that at least lightens the burden(i think) of the projected bankruptcy.
# They expect me to continue my studies while all the while they make me "realise" that Ive become a burden for them by making me talk with people who "subtly" point out that im too old to be depending on my parents.
# They expect me to believe all the shit they tell me about not knowing anything that is happening in my life.
# They expect me to forget all the things that have happened till date and more importantly forgive my oppressors (read as their hired hoodlums and my "benefactors").
# They make fun of me and yet expect me to not get hurt. (seriously people ill post one of my pics and im damn sure you'll agree with me that I'm not a stone).
# They repeatedly point out indirectly that Im a spineless wimp who cant make his own decisions and yet when i take decisions they don't approve them and set out on sabotaging them.
# The worst part is they act as if they are ok with my life while all the while meddling with it out of sight thereby reducing the little oppurtunities they have in putting forth their views infront of me.

Now what i wanted to know is where is the integrity of my friends or whatever it is that tells you to do right in the face of pressure, they cant hurt me just because my parents told them to do something stupid that would "change me". Maybe they thought im too shallow to have feelings or im too dumb to recognize that they are hurting me. Now where did I go wrong? Was it in choosing friends? No, friends are supposed to be people who love you even after knowing everything about you right? (atleast thats what my book of "friendship quotes" tells me). The only way out of this deadlock i believe is armageddon or a nuclear fallout or as my parents believe "Christ's second coming".

Now seriously if you are listening to me Dear friends stop playing possum for five years i searched for friends who would "stand by me all the way" (thats how i dedicated my project to my friends) and i didn't find a single one except of course the one who had the heart to apologize before all this nonsense began, thinking that i didnt know what was happening. I appreciate that a lot, buddy, you rock you are way cool than you and I know. Well there ends my crazy ranting and yes my dear fellows i don't know anything and I believe that nobody is sniffing for packets on my lan line, controlling my mouse etc etc.. i also believe that its utterly impossible to control a computer remotely even when it keeps shutting down with "overheating problems" or restarts itself as if it has a mind of its own right in my face(or have the scientists developed artificial intelligence that can control me? in that case im completely sorry) and everything is fine with my life except of course anything that has gone wrong was completely my doing. There you see i can be rational, sensible and a complete idiot writing stuff like this thinking that it can alleviate my pain and bring some sense into my "benefactors" now for some vodka and lime and cheers to my screwed up life and to your weekend. well there's one thing i have to admit with all the attention I'm receiving i feel like a small celebrity who was caught while getting kicked by a roadside hooker right in the nuts while on dope (or whatever it is they do to get their faces on page three). speaking of celebrities i sing pretty well in the bathroom i don't know why it inspires me and elevates my normal "run off the mill" voice to a divine one. if only they had studios in bathrooms and stage sets in bathroom themes, seriously talent nowadays is neither recognised nor supported ...........a deadly blow to upcoming artists like me, ok heard you, ill ease up on the vodka but not before you hear me sing.....................take one down pass it around 67 bottles of pop on the wall.........

of faith and professionalism

people i dont give a damn about

# a@@holes who try to influence me with their pessimistic shit by masquerading as strangers in my blogs.
# a@@holes who try to change me by hurting me, here is something for you go f$%k yourself.

well the list goes on and on and it mostly consists of people who instead of understanding me and making a rational dialogue try to change me with their idiotic attitude and activities

Professionalism is earning money no matter what, right? and thats the way of life, I'm told, after years of christian rhetoric that has made me think that atleast some sensible people inhabit this earth it saddens me to see that all the way i was wrong. Now I've realised that religion has got nothing to do with life, its all about living life the way you want it and then legitimising it with religion, there you go im the enlightened one of this century, it has taken much time, but what the hell I've changed, praise be to God and to all the people he has arranged for helping me realise that i was lost, and now I've found my bearings. Now I've to setforth and pillage as has been ordained. and to all the people involved this is for you F@^k YOU. And this is to let you know as a christian I'll remember all that ive gone through because of some meddling bastards and ill certainly pay them back. After all forgiveness is in the very core of christianity right?

To the rest greetings for bearing with all the nonsense I've written for my very beloved who are forcing me to act against my beliefs. This is what i sound like when I'm particularly agitated but I'm classified under non venomous snakes so you need not be afraid unless you are one of the perpetrators of the above mentioned crimes.

Man has been in pursuit of many an eternal quest, to name a few

# zero calorie tasty snacks
# pets that don't poop
# magical elixir of eternal youth
# the perfect mate (esp women) no I'm not a chauvinist, men, I believe under the magical influence of dimmed lights, make-up and alcohol settle for anything
# lately, a blog of the perfect length with a little something for everybody.

and i believe the last one is gonna be the way the preceding ones have been, an eternal quest.i know my blogs are slightly on the obese side with nothing for everyone, but they do serve my purpose well.......

and so here goes another day down the drain and yet you dont hear me complaining. well thats me have a great day.

life in a bottle

It has been a pretty cold day with a continuous drizzle, just my sort of a day but couldn't go to my internship posting due to last nights spicy sea food(i fought to retain it in, the whole night and finally lost the battle in the morning which left me with a sore mouth and throat, the acidity complicated by the spices my mom puts in with her generous hands). i slept off the whole morning and went out for a drive with rosy in the afternoon. the drive was dicey with all the rain and my nonfunctional back brakes and my smoothed front Tyre not helping and that made it all the more enjoyable, had a walk in the beach, yup very much in the rain. came back home all wet and soggy but with that irreplaceable wicked grin that spreads all over my face every time i go riding on a rainy day, which very few of you would be familiar with, I suppose, unless if you are the sort who attain nirvana on lonely roads on a bike under the rain. I've even managed to take some grainy snaps with my mobile (pardon me for them being grainy ill get a good camera soon[as soon as i get a job and start saving ok ok thatll be never, satisfied?..]) I believe I've captured the very essence of beaches on rainy days.
Ive been applying for jobs for quite some time now but everybody seems to be wanting a guy with a certificate and I'm still 4 months away from it. funny, for sitting in an unventilated cubicle and crying your voice hoarse for a straight 8 hours a day on the phone and for the pittance you receive you need a certificate (talking about indian call centres in general). I think there are too many people with give-away certificates i believe, that even a nincompoop who runs a nondescript shithole now asks for a certificate even when he cant make out what physiotherapy or biotechnology is (these people are giving away certificates for every weird sounding thing nowadays i mean why give a certificate when you cant provide a job for it?) sad days have befallen us but that's what makes life more interesting doesn't it?. anyway its not going to get any better and i better get my vodka and lime down. you know how cold these rainy days can get what with your future looking bleak as my grainy pictures. God I love challenges, maybe I'm screwing up my life but i believe ill be happy doing it. cheers to me.
that's about it, maybe i wont be having these days anymore soon, will i be happy? now thats one serious question i need to ask myself time and again. as of now I'm as chilled as the night around me. God I wish I was lying underneath the open sky with nothing to care about. well maybe it looks so alluring now but it may not seem to be such a good idea when you actually do it with your future looming and threatening your inner peace. At times i wish i was some farmer tilling my own land living my own life secluded from this giant automaton that sucks you in and makes you an unwilling cog in its mechanism. no matter what you do you are forced to turn and resisting is at your own risk you loose your teeth and you'll be spat out as a-fit-for-nothing. as they say you cant fight "the system". it gets you wherever you maybe. as there is no escaping it we might as well give in and pretend we are liking it?, I'm afraid i would be doing that pretty soon.
now don't you judge me neither am i lazy nor do i shun responsibilities i just hate doing things that mean nothing to me. maybe there is no cure for my suffering and unless an enlightened soul finds the curative elixir I'm doomed to go this way into the grave. speaking of elixirs i love elixirs because I'm told they contain a percentage of vodka you see the perfect cure for any ailment except for heartbreak, no it wasn't of any help to me. no I'm not a drunkard its just that i find solace in my friend "babochki" he lives in my closet ok whom am i kidding babochki is russian for butterfly and is the name of my 1 litre vodka bottle that resides in my closet he gets a fill in at regular(read it as every week) intervals now does that qualify me as a drunkard?. ok so be it but none of you can ever take his place. ok ok enough of this i heard you I'm going out to get myself "a life"(for someone who listens music so loud i can hear pretty sharply). ok by life do you mean that bigger bottle I've seen the other day when i went to top babochki?... this auto correct option is killing me you see my mother tongue is telugu, a south indian language I was taught british spelling that spells liter as litre and tire as tyre, Im just confused between the american and english version i hate seeing those redlines on my screen. bye for now
Right now im not in a position to post my "grainy" pictures because of an idiotic a#$hole who controls my computer remotely(my mouse, its not working and Im not so interested in finding the problem and fixing it which would be wasting my time instead of spending it on something constructive ..........like sleeping and by the way i love ignoring bothering a@#holes). I've got quite a repertoire of "slang" and no, I'm not going to address anyone with my slang except for people who think they are doing something commendable for the general good of the public while infact all the way they are being a pain in the ass, and they suck at it bigtime too, now who can top that.

On a totally different note, things that may appear trivial to you could be serious to someone else.

incoherent blabberings of incessant madness

I'm 25 and already seem to be having a mid life crises you know the sort of feeling where you think you are doing whatever you could and yet you feel you are living a mediocre life when compared with your antique scooter driving neighbour. Well some things in life don't seem to have a legitimate explanation which makes us human beings concoct explanations that are more palatable to us but the irritating part is when we expect others also to see the way we see it. Now my friend that is what pis@#s me off, and the most irritating part is the way every idiotic fool tries to grab a chance in forcing you to see life from their skewed perspective. when it comes to life i believe everyone thinks he has mastered the art of living and hence ordained by the universe to rub off the same onto the less privileged mortals who are looking up towards him. By now you must have guessed that i go through some pretty serious turmoil internally because of my conflicting views and my family's persistent religious and "getting-serious-about-life" rhetoric that bombards my senses every conscious moment of my life. Well I've got used to this since my childhood so even a nuclear fallout may not make a significant impact on my way of thinking or perceiving life, unless of course i lose my sanity, maybe then ill run after money and career and all that nonsense that I'm currently "overlooking" in my family's view, while running after relations and other little things that mean nothing in a few days to come. I'm not so talented at making other people see life in my perspective neither will i be able to ( common what have i got that can counter against money, career and all that nonsense associated with a successful life.......... happiness? whom are you kidding?), nor am i interested in wasting my precious moments of life engaged in making idiotic nitwits realize that life need not necessarily be lived in what they perceive as a "successful" way and that success is subjective and depends on the view of the person rather than on the fickle established standards. i rest my case.......i think with the help of my family and friends i can hone my inherent madness and qualify for a place in any mental asylum soon. I think everyone tries to get busy with something or the other(thereby leading a "meaningful existance) just in order to escape age old questions like what is life and death, and that is one of the many causes people try to find refuge behind "holy books". i think they have been posed for ages now and they will remain answered by faith and other such bullshit and not by the truth because the truth is hard to come and and much harder to accept i mean how many of us can accept that we simply cease to exist after we die?. See Im already an atheist, a blasphemer and a deviant. By the way why cant we just leave what will happen to us after death and concentrate on our present day life that way we would save ourselves from all our anguish, pain and suffering. Mankind has been tormented by these questions and he pushed himself further into the quagmire by trying to explain these with religion. Religion has not only failed in explaining them but has successfully manipulated human thinking to believe that every action in the present day life affects the unseen "life after death" which even the modern day human being with all his science, reasoning and "rational" thinking has fallen victim to and attributes it to faith. Faith and Religion are good as long as you are not hurting someone else. Alas my dreams of shambala i know will be in vain for a martyr for one community is an aggressor to another and man in all his modern day glory hasnt been able to control his basic instincts and they are manifest in some or the other falsely justified way either by religion, popular culture, skewed "democratic" legislation and at times by the age old sheer brute force and a peaceful secluded living is not possible for not identifying yourself with some or the other establishments of society or community in general will prove detrimental for your very existance. I would like to quote a poem by martin niemoller a german who supported nazism in the beginning thinking it was good for his country until he saw how easily people can be manipulated into believing its ok to kill other people for their survival or supremacy and how easy it is to legitimise anything that is against human conscience by stopping people from thinking rationally . eventually he was sent to the concentration camps too this poem sounds funny but really drives home the point of supporting each others right to survive.(not at others expense and right to survive doesnt include oppressing others).

martin niemoller (1892-1984)

when the nazis came for the communists
i remained silent
i wasnt a communist

then they locked up the social democrats
i remained silent
i wasnt a social democrat

then they came for the trade unionists
i didnt protest
i wasnt a trade unionist

then they came for the jews
i did not speak out
i wasnt a jew

when they came for me
there was no one left to speak out for me

ill sign out now hope youll have a great week ahead

me and rosy

Well i've known rosy for five years now and i've been having an on and off relationship with her you see she has this inherent quality of denouncing me at every whim and fancy of hers and today she did the same but i hang on because after all the troubles she is still my sweet companion in every happy and lonely moment. ok if you have to know, rosy is ..................my bike and if you think im making too much of it youll have to ride her to believe me (pun intended). she is laidback, lazy and does what she wants whenever she wants so no wonder we are together. well today her chain came loose and i had to drag her off the road along with two strangers who helped me. while i was on my way home i actually gave lifts to 3 people and i was wondering whether they would do the same if they were in my position. anyway these kind strangers helped me haul rosy's butt off the road and then i got her repaired and rode back home. Coming to weather i wonder how it knows when its important for me not to get wet and then it rains and when i sit at nights in anticipation jolting with glee at every odd sound that sounds like thunder it doesnt rain infact it plays with my senses with lightening and thunder and wind that looks like it really means business but it never rains but ive got a way around this problem if i laydown on my bed and sleep as if i dont care whether it rains or not it rains down you see it has this strange sense of humour i used to go soaking wet to college and when im coming back home even when i deliberately rode slow with hopes of catching atleast a single drop on my windswept head all i could get was a handful of dirt swept up into my mouth by the wind. and coming to traffic lights i wait for two or more signals at times because of some idiotic autodriver blocking the whole road while trying to turn left from the right lane even worse there was this time when a bus which was overtaking me spat out a passenger right onto my bike as soon as my bike was in level with its door ok i dont know why that fellow jumped out or was he trying to transfer from his bus onto my bike well atleast i managed to regain my balance and rode away to college now when im coming back home all the signals turn green as soon as i approach them and worse still sometimes they are not even switched on and even the normally bullying autorickshaw driver gives way to me and rosy, now you see why my life is so beautiful and entertaining. i used to have a hard time explaining these strange phenomenon to our staff as excuses for being late but they could never believe me gradually i learned to go with the flow now i dont give excuses ive sort of taken it for granted and just casually stroll in after the roll call and announce my arrival and all my juniors look at me like a weirdo and all my classmates think of me as a lazy bum. well ive got my reasons glad you understood didnt you?.

my early morning pj run

woke up this morning to the sounds of something being destroyed in our backyard when i investigated i found a little kid in our rundown garden destroying something i shouted and he dissapeared. i went out around my house to see if he was still there, after jumping over our wall which is higher than 7feethe was checking if i was still there i approached him but he ran away in time. i took out my bike and followed him with dishevelled hair in my pjs and scoured all over our neighbourhood streets and atlast found him under a drain cover. his position was given away by a kind lady who was watching the whole sequence from her first floor window. i caught him and came to know that he had two more accomplices who have escaped he was clever enough to tell me that he was lost and was searching for his house. it was funny that such a little kid probably no more than 7 years old is clever enough to run and hide and tell me stories i felt sorry for him i ididnt know what to do considering his age. his character stood at sharp contrast with the children presently im seeing in rk mission. innocence and divinity corrupted at such a tender age by the influences of money and false cultural and social values. my folks tell me that some things are hereditary like cheating etc but i have a hard time believing such things anyway i was amused the way he stuck to his story he wasnt afraid of the police and was not willing to disclose the location of his house even after i threatened him. i left him pondering would i do the same thing at such a tender age if i was forced?. well to me it looked like he didnt have any options left or was it an easy way out or was it getting back at the society that cunningly deprived him of things that normal people who are better off than him, take for granted? well the answer my friend is blowing in the wind the answer is blowing in the wind...................he gave me a great start to my day giving me something to think about you see im lazy at times and take for granted the sumptuous meals that i have everyday, made me wonder what would make such a little kid try to steal at such an unearthly hour(atleast for me). by the way i took pictures of him in my phone. i dont know how many of you justify my actions but i did what seemed rational to my mind it wasnt impulsive but i didnt want to hurt him and in that process hurt myself call me an idiot if you want to but let me know if you think i could have done something differently. after warning him i took him on my bike and left him at a little distance away from my home.