Vent on Sunday

Personally I don’t write (or may be I am not good in writing), I prefer expressing those feelings in sketches… Beer in hand probably coerced me to discover the creativity inside and know the ability to play with words in text.

Can’t deny d fact that the best of stories start with clear picture in middle and well ornamented at their start and end.. but its an art, one is born with and an attempt to achieve this leads to the comprehension that was scored 10/10 and additional +2 for immaculate work and resulting in a log of wood wasted in that paper used..

How about a post that start from an end.. now since I have a conclusion identifying the title, I can try puzzling the reader… In fact this is all for those B.,C.

You guessed them right, but don’t feel that comma(,) as my erratum. Its intentionally placed there and if you are trying to co-relate it with some slang then U r wrong. Hope both B. as well as C. would agree with this…

Ended up noon watching match (India vs England), which went against Indian Cricket team to be precise.. I hardly felt disconsolate, probably its sportsmanship that keeps my spirits up without bothering about home team feeling…

Got less time listening to music specially in past few months; these guys don’t let me feel that I have any plenty of time keeping me busy. Currently listening to a song from OAR: “Shattered”

Loving it: here goes the lyrics:

In a way, I need a change
From this burnout scene
Another time, another town
Another everything
But it's always back to you
Stumble out, in the night
From the pouring rain
Made the block, sat and thought
There's more I need
It's always back to you
But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I'm shattered
I always turn the car around
I had no idea that the night
Would take so damn long
Took it out, on the street
While the rain still falls
Push me back to you
But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

probably need few more cans to carry on with words..