Sometimes i have a feeling; why was i ever born in this world ( its not a question of why not in mars). Was my daddy’s boy. Went to school, played cricket, sang ARR, was in front of Star Sports every Sunday watching Schumi win, always tried to impress the girl next door. Was a typical Indian guy. Well… so why was i ever pushed into the world by God. Did I really want to be born into this place? Did i ever resist God against being born here? I would have been happy in Paradise surrounded by Apsaras.

So what’s the big idea of me taking birth from my mother’s womb into this scum of a place.

I had not got this idea a few months back.

That’s when things started going wrong.

I just couldnt learn the bass guitar. Some dude brought this stupid set top box system in madras(only in madras). There goes my F1(Well.. am happy though that someone has lit a fire under this dude’s a**)Stopped going to school.(Went to college then. But that’s altogetherly a different issue!)

Even the girl next door shifted place!

Coming back to the God thing, I guess He would be having a nice laugh behind my back.

With the world questioning my every move( Nowadays, i just take a bath for the society’s sake!) i dunno whom to turn to. Why was i ever born in this world? Are You listening?

But as James Hetfield wrote

“never cared for what they do

never cared for what they know

but I know….

….Nothin’ Else Matters”

Provides the silver lining to my life…

Guess what?

A new girl has occupied the next door.