i'm a biG NOTHING.

         There are many people who write autobiographies.
there are many people who maintain a bed-time diary.

Every one of them feel that they are surely important persons on this round damn Earth.

A little crave for attention and a little more narcissism.

The following few lines also fall under the similar species of ink over a question and a monosyllabic answer…which goes like this :

“What I am ?”

“NOTHING.”

I am very much sure that everyone of us at some point of time might have killed an ant.
Have you ever thought of the lives of them…..?
( if u haven’t taken this as kidding and seriously came up with a honest answer then it would almost sound this way…)

ANS: Small one. Just an Ant, not much important.

( who knows it might be important for its dad, mom, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, granny ants etc……I am telling you I haven’t got any intentions of tickling you people and I am serious of what I am telling.)

 how can dinosaurs and the mythical demons are bad and sinful when we are not…?

Always a LIFE is a LIFE.

If you are feeling low to compare yourself with the life that of an ant, then one can compare with the Nature.
“Now the nothingness makes little sense I guess..!”

We are not born with choice.
We don’t die with a choice.

It’s all the nature of the Nature.

A man standing on a point makes a circle of radius ‘ME’ then a little bigger one with ‘FAMILY’ , then a little more bigger of ‘FRIENDS AND COLLEAGUES’ and  the funny part is that he also assigns one for his hatred making a circle ‘AVOID & ENEMY’ but never any radii of society, Nature, help and concern.

Thinks himself to be a radiant source of centrifugal flow  but craving for an centripetal affection and attention.

Even the family also keeps lots of hopes, expectations, love, affection, emotions, care, sentiment, attachment etc. along with a stack of keep sakes leading to a psychological gigabyte of memory disks.

We ourselves give a lot of attention on many tiny things if they are related to us.

Innumerable gifts and cards what we give to one guy/gal and on top of it telling phony stuff pretty often that “ U know me , I know U. It’s you what gives me happiness not these materialistic gains by the way that’s a nice Perfume darling”.

‘****’
 the smell of soil from where we get our food.

The smell of sweat from dad who works all the day.

Scolding mom for the stringent smell of onions( H2SO4) playing on a PSP and that of the raw milk packets.

LOVE what you LIVE.

Wearing a branded tee of 3k,jeans of 5k, watch of 15k, shoe of 8k and a branded string undie of 1000 rupeeees with a cool shades of 4k on a 250cc bold bike and suddenly some god damn fucking lorry driver who with a torn vest and a stinking dhoti hits the guy leading to a fatal accident.

Moral of the story :

‘ Death is priceless.’

‘Death is also pointless.’

No logic, no timing, no guarantee.

Taking all Proteins, steroids and going to a costliest Gym stacking up packs on your tummy and all of a sudden one day some thief bumps onto you stabs you with a 4 inch knife diagonally to the sternum right into the heart.

A fatality knock out as the one in mortal combat games.

Moral of the Story :

Not only LOVE, even DEATH is BLIND. It doesn’t care how sexy or how smart you are.

Life is a Bubble.
How even big it is…..how high it ….a Prick can end it any time anywhere.

When compared to the mother earth ( nature )

what is our size…?
what is our lifespan..?

what is impact on other’s lives..?

again it’s the NOTHING.

In spite of that we are polluting it, we are killing many poor people with our greed.
( rather surfing for sexy wallpapers surf once over the hunger deaths.
follow the Somalia issue on the editorial page rather than page 3.)

On my new tee I found these lines which made me to buy it,

“WE NEED NOT STOP MOVING AHEAD BUT SHOULD STOP MOVING OVER…! ”

When we are happy and smiling our lips point the sky curving up

When we are sad and crying the tears fall down.

But whatever it is, our legs are always on Ground.

Happiness- Sadness

Comfort-Difficulty

Sexy – Extra pounds

Are like waves of the sea…..they Fall and Raise but the sea always sustains its sobriety.

The Rich Sea can’t reduce the poor’s thirsty.

It’s only those few rivers which flow toward them and gives them water and life.

So……BE LIKE A FLOWING RIVER.

Don’t ever raise expectations on anything. It’s always better flowing with all gush rather raising high as a bush being a prey for some untimely gusty wind..!    

-Ram.