not a good morning

on a morning when you want to remain in your own shell. spend time as you want with out interacting with others. and then you have to go and present a funny script to the client. that's what i hate the most. besides so many other things.

RUN

run. as fast as you can.
run. away from the dos.
run. away from the blues.
run. from the norm.
run. from the born.
run. that's your escape.
run. that's your only grace.
run. as fast as you can.

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yeah, i am writing after a long time. not because i had nothing to write, but because i had so much to write. so much was going through my mind. but i didnt really want to share it with anyone. except the people concerned. call me shy, insecure or whatever.
anyways, lately i have been havign these thoughts of massive unfulfillment. before your thoughts wander to take shapes of visuals, let me clarify, it's is grossly in terms of work. nothing fulfilling is happening at my workstation. there's this emptiness. a void. a vaccuum.
and then you a watch a piece of work like Gulal. some said, they walked out of the hall depressed. depressed?? where was the time for depression? when you watch a work like that, all you are left with is inspiration. wow! how well piyush mishra's pen has worked. what magic. i suddenly wanted to write in hindi, but i was at a loss of words. i wish i could write something like that. sheer beauty.
i remember my school days. there was so much to learn. the other day i wanted ot pick up an algebra book, just to be in otuch with learning. i had done that once before too. almost 5 years back. learning was so fulfilling.
i guess i need to learn something new.