It’s so easy to get carried away.
Us emotional arseholes………
a little gesture of compassion not passion but compassion and we sell our souls…………………
Urgent need to visit my factory in Delhi…… I spent the last of saved money and buy a ticket ……… I reach my hometown and then my factory………in the meanwhile someone informs my Lawfully Wedded Wife with whom I am fighting a divorce case that I am in town and my where about…….
She reaches my factory with my 3.5 yr old son in shabby clothes and no slippers or shoes on him …….his head and body burning with fever…….
For the moment I forget the death term she had written for me and rush to our child doctor…………….
My son is suffering from TYPHOID………
I have 2000 rupees in my pocket and that’s it…… the money is spent on the fees and reports……. No money left for his medication…………… so I take refuge to my parents…………………………………………………………………………………
Only to realise that my son’s fever is deliberate………..
Someone wrote to me this morning that iam not that oblivious………. Damn how much people know of me whilst iam totally unaware of my own God – Damn Self…..
As of now iam numb……angry…….and alone in my self…….and iam liking this feeling…………………………………………………………………………………..
Last entire month I have been happy and the feeling of content started to creep into me for good……… making me forget the anguish and agony …………………….
I started to feel loved and cared by…………..i started to feel back again that I can do it again…… I can build my self back again and save my son from the scars he’s growing towards from……..
I had actually come to a point of belief that I can do any thing………………………
Only to realise that nothing lasts forever……. Iam a very unhappy person and I have somehow started to believe in this state of mind…..somehow it brought peace and solitude within my self…….somehow it kept me away from the scum known as Friends….Lovers…..well wishers…………. And I will defiantly am going to stick to this thought process…………
I am unable to provide for my son today……Good for nothing Father……………….
“A Bastard Son to a father and a bastard father to a son”
Iam broken somewhere and I cant fix it………..
They say love cures it all………… and I say love starts it all………………………..
What’s love……….. till the time you are giving in its love…..once u use a harsh word “check the love out then DUDE”…………………………………………………..
Instantly the love and affection takes a back seat and the chat on “ORKUT” gets a kick start……………………………………………….
How easy it has become to find love now days….. It cost u 25 bucks an hour…….
I was always in love……….. With my mom dad….with my brother with my friends and with my best friend……..
Iam still in love with all of them…
Only today iam just responsible for my SON……………… iam the reason for him to breathe this air………. And I have to do everything to provide him……….
Today I agree to myself that no more I shall wish for anything for myself as it takes me away from my duties and responsibilities…………………………………………
Anyways iam not wanted enough so nothing can possibly deviate me from my Responsibilities…..
From the angel eyes iam wanted…….. Iam JUST A BASTARD FATHER TO HIM…..
I will forget the physical and mental scars and emotional scars never happened as I possess no heart……
I don’t write Fancy words………
I don’t want an attractive blog………………....
Iam definitely not an INTELLECTUAL ARSEHOLE………………….
And i aint looking for a one night stand……………………………………………
I just so don’t BELONG TO THIS WORLD………………………………………
Urgent need to visit my factory in Delhi…… I spent the last of saved money and buy a ticket ……… I reach my hometown and then my factory………in the meanwhile someone informs my Lawfully Wedded Wife with whom I am fighting a divorce case that I am in town and my where about…….
She reaches my factory with my 3.5 yr old son in shabby clothes and no slippers or shoes on him …….his head and body burning with fever…….
For the moment I forget the death term she had written for me and rush to our child doctor…………….
My son is suffering from TYPHOID………
I have 2000 rupees in my pocket and that’s it…… the money is spent on the fees and reports……. No money left for his medication…………… so I take refuge to my parents…………………………………………………………………………………
Only to realise that my son’s fever is deliberate………..
Someone wrote to me this morning that iam not that oblivious………. Damn how much people know of me whilst iam totally unaware of my own God – Damn Self…..
As of now iam numb……angry…….and alone in my self…….and iam liking this feeling…………………………………………………………………………………..
Last entire month I have been happy and the feeling of content started to creep into me for good……… making me forget the anguish and agony …………………….
I started to feel loved and cared by…………..i started to feel back again that I can do it again…… I can build my self back again and save my son from the scars he’s growing towards from……..
I had actually come to a point of belief that I can do any thing………………………
Only to realise that nothing lasts forever……. Iam a very unhappy person and I have somehow started to believe in this state of mind…..somehow it brought peace and solitude within my self…….somehow it kept me away from the scum known as Friends….Lovers…..well wishers…………. And I will defiantly am going to stick to this thought process…………
I am unable to provide for my son today……Good for nothing Father……………….
“A Bastard Son to a father and a bastard father to a son”
Iam broken somewhere and I cant fix it………..
They say love cures it all………… and I say love starts it all………………………..
What’s love……….. till the time you are giving in its love…..once u use a harsh word “check the love out then DUDE”…………………………………………………..
Instantly the love and affection takes a back seat and the chat on “ORKUT” gets a kick start……………………………………………….
How easy it has become to find love now days….. It cost u 25 bucks an hour…….
I was always in love……….. With my mom dad….with my brother with my friends and with my best friend……..
Iam still in love with all of them…
Only today iam just responsible for my SON……………… iam the reason for him to breathe this air………. And I have to do everything to provide him……….
Today I agree to myself that no more I shall wish for anything for myself as it takes me away from my duties and responsibilities…………………………………………
Anyways iam not wanted enough so nothing can possibly deviate me from my Responsibilities…..
From the angel eyes iam wanted…….. Iam JUST A BASTARD FATHER TO HIM…..
I will forget the physical and mental scars and emotional scars never happened as I possess no heart……
I don’t write Fancy words………
I don’t want an attractive blog………………....
Iam definitely not an INTELLECTUAL ARSEHOLE………………….
And i aint looking for a one night stand……………………………………………
I just so don’t BELONG TO THIS WORLD………………………………………
I want to cry and iam tired of crying alone…..
I don’t know the names of fancy artists or authors or books so I shall never have a real expensive love……………………………………………………
………………………..I want to BE and iam unable to BE……….i have lost my ~BEING ………………
Looking out from the window I see the world moving…………………someday the door shall open……………someday the breeze will calm me down….someday I shall see my SON happy and smiling in my arms………….and then I shall die in peace……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
My virtue and honour is my baby……………………………………………………..
I have to die to let him live……………………………………………………………
yet again i remember the truth someone told me some day......
I don’t know the names of fancy artists or authors or books so I shall never have a real expensive love……………………………………………………
………………………..I want to BE and iam unable to BE……….i have lost my ~BEING ………………
Looking out from the window I see the world moving…………………someday the door shall open……………someday the breeze will calm me down….someday I shall see my SON happy and smiling in my arms………….and then I shall die in peace……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
My virtue and honour is my baby……………………………………………………..
I have to die to let him live……………………………………………………………
yet again i remember the truth someone told me some day......
"Vipul you are a very unhappy man"
"you are used"
"you are not the kind of man a girl can take home to her father"
“A BASTARD son to a Father……A BASTARD Father to a son”
“A BASTARD son to a Father……A BASTARD Father to a son”
