there are times when i want to write..my hands are on the keyboard and my mind is full of things ...but is wanting enough? feel so incoherent and words are lost to me...trying to put something off my mind delibrately..a futile attempt defeating its own purpose..the ghosts from past come haunting..i shoo them away and close my eyes..hope and pray they don't come back but they do ..afterall they are meant to haunt and thats the purpose of their existence..even though as a memory only..
sometimes i wonder at the complicated and convoluted world around me..i wonder is simplicity such a difficult quality to adopt...wouldn't it help make things better if we kept them simple and straight forward..but history is witness to the convulted logic that human kind has been following since ages...few days back we were watching a dramatisation of pre 9/11 incident. there was this young guy who probably flew one of the fateful planes that day...prima facie he had everything he could wish for..a rich family, a wonderful car and a sexy girlfriend...how could such a guy feel so wronged that he risked everything...what kind of indoctrination does it take to involve such people..i wonder