All these were making me pukish; looking at the expensive high ceiling built by people who knew that they will never be invited to attend such meetings of class order, hearing the speaker flaunting his American accent shifting to British accent after 30 minutes of his lecture, and finally settling for the accent best suited for his mother tongue. I walked out from the hall, had a flight to catch, the fresh air was a thing of past, the taxi driver was an easy talker. He made me think that we humans are such strange little creatures; we know so much yet know nothing. We are capable of loving, creating, destroying and recreating what we want and which at the end of the day means nothing to us.
I took the window seat, the steward was a brown hot man; he was the desi version of Ryan Gosling. I checked him out as I was totally aware that a feminist need not is a misandrist. The feeling was mutual; I do not know whether to call it equality at play, or liberty at display or justice done. I looked at the clear blue sky from the plane’s window, too bad; I could not throw the chewing gum from there. I smiled, indeed, an ‘idea’ is the only thing which will always sell in the market; it never gets exhausted, it comes to everyone but in that moment of one true delight, we find a bulb glowing over your head. Some perverts concentrate on the shape of the bulb which is in the shape of a very firm bosom/ butt/ball and they lost their way; but, if our mind in not fix to that then the idea comes to us just like the milk from a leaking kettle.
That way, I missed the two theorists I had grown to love the most, one died of syphilis and the other died of HIV/AIDS, both had an amazing libido. You know what they spoke to me, “ Imagination and the frequency in which thoughts travels has often astonished the most brilliant of minds, there have been theories build on the assumptions and debates surroundings the captivity with which an object attains its freedom to choose on an invert stream of thought. Projecting something as the way it is for the brave to write it down and to distract contains from what has been considered as the original; in fact, it has been the work of a person with high skill in manipulation. Summing up of the ground on which the revolt for the decipher of words have been formulated and shackled by the borrowing of the fundamentals and the writings of the centuries wherein the muscles of the escalation has been embraced. However, mountains, streams and lakes forming grand scenery of the intellectual pride and the canon driven either by bravery or the soul understanding of other’s knowledge could be of an added advantage. Affirmation and twinkling of a progressive measure could be outsourced through the progressive and coherence of a willing rebellious pillar founded in the non-confronted mind.”
That way, I missed the two theorists I had grown to love the most, one died of syphilis and the other died of HIV/AIDS, both had an amazing libido. You know what they spoke to me, “ Imagination and the frequency in which thoughts travels has often astonished the most brilliant of minds, there have been theories build on the assumptions and debates surroundings the captivity with which an object attains its freedom to choose on an invert stream of thought. Projecting something as the way it is for the brave to write it down and to distract contains from what has been considered as the original; in fact, it has been the work of a person with high skill in manipulation. Summing up of the ground on which the revolt for the decipher of words have been formulated and shackled by the borrowing of the fundamentals and the writings of the centuries wherein the muscles of the escalation has been embraced. However, mountains, streams and lakes forming grand scenery of the intellectual pride and the canon driven either by bravery or the soul understanding of other’s knowledge could be of an added advantage. Affirmation and twinkling of a progressive measure could be outsourced through the progressive and coherence of a willing rebellious pillar founded in the non-confronted mind.”
I reached my home @ 11:18 pm, as I type these lines in my laptop, my horny dog is crying out loud in the corridor, too bad he is such an unwanted Romeo. However, my intention is not to introduce you to my dog, by the way, his name is Tommy but he does not respond to any name other than Jackson.
