There was no work today. So I thought why not I make work for myself. And with my new found love for blogging, I sat down to blog.
Journalists are always on the look out for work and stories. I remember the movie that I saw when I was young, titled 'New Delhi Times' in which the editor went on a killing spree to win his paper a few scoops. He shot and strangulated and stabbed..even the Angolan king. He reached the spot bang on time, when the big shots were retiring for the day, 'kidnapped' them and killed them.
He then focussed his camera, shot snaps and wrote about the killing. His snaps and reports were much debated the next day, with competitiors going red over the snaps that showed blood from a fresh corpse oozing out and the reports talking of spot scenes and the fiasco after that.
I feel like doing much that, to win some work and do justice to the bucks that I earn at the end of day. But first I do not have the guts to kill and then I do not know who to kill. So, from tomorrow I am going to coach myself about killing my time (and winning work) "killing".
....born out of the mind. much like thoughts, much like existence, much like me...yet mind is such an illusion, like thoughts, like existence, like me....
a little bit of me........
me and my krishhh
2 comments:
My, my! A very violent post today from an otherwise angelic entity.
time,
oh my time,
r u there?
may be,
may be not.
i cant say,
time ticks endlessly,
till
eternity stops the clock.
on a dark night
in a rose garden
i saw
a meteor falls
and fades away
fleetingly.
went in only
to watch
the stars twinkle
in my daughter's
window too.
go to sleep,
i tell my baby.
easy way
to
kill time
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