Today my friend mails me and hopes I am all in pink of my life. And I am brought to a state where I am with myself and my thoghts (again of myself only). Am I really in pinks. If I go by my clothing, no rather I am in blues of life from top to bottom. Suddenly I recall myself. HEY man! you are not in such a destitution. You are living a nice lifestyle, associated with a good company(?) and ya living in a really bindaas house. What more janata strives for in todays world. No, my innerself is not going to accept this as the limit for the worth of my life. I feel I am not born to work all through my life sitting before a PENTIUM 4 (or any number>4) in a cubicle(or cabin....no matter). I cannot work enjoying my money being aloof of whatever goes on and along with many in this world. How come I keep on enjoying when many humankind is set to the fire of penury and starvation in this priviledged world. I need to get that extra space in life evenif it comes at the cost of streching the boundaries of this world.
I had never had a slightest idea that a single line of a mail can drag me into a state of frenzy. I have decided, if this is what they call to be in pinks.... I really need to have some darker colors in my life.... probably red..... bloody red may be better. And I will go to any length to make my life more colorful .... more vivid.
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