There are half a thousand things that I don’t like on and about this rotating earth, one of them being the kindly race of humans. Yesterday my Orkut homepage buzzed me bout my fortune….It enticingly showed… You are kind-Hearted and hospitable, cheerful and well liked..!
Just like every other day, I shifted my glance from it. But, then, I went back to it. I asked mortifying Orkut, “Who did u just call hospitable and kind hearted?” I am supposed to hate people who call on and I am made to be harsh towards the kindly r
ace of humans. And then I questioned him vindictively, “Don’t you fuckin know that I have problems with each and every fleck of the kindly race of men??” and there I got the answer…Soothingly seeping into me… “I myself am a problem”. The greatest problem is within me. Laughter and cry, fortune and adversity are all my own made. Friends and relatives, those who come and those who go, are all my own made. My praises, my follies and my being above no one else are all my own made. Then why do I abhor what ‘I’ have not made?
It’s dense but the question again is my own made. Does this happen to anyone of you all too? Do u also hate what u have not made?
1 comment:
Some philosophy that! Yes, man most of the troubles we get into ar dug by us only, in some way or the other. So can we realy complain? A good question you have asked here! :-)
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