Waste of Time for God's Sake!

There are things In this world that deserve all the gossips.There are things in this world that are better left unsaid.

But,Then there are things in this world that when one lined , is enough to convey more than what needs to be conveyed.

There was this post in 9GAG where some 21 scary tales were told in just 5 words.So I thought I could give a try on it the same way. There are stories ,there are facts ,there are exaggerations ,some just to make the post a bit more interesting. (Not more than 7 words.)

Thank you to the person who with her short notice replies , influenced me alongside to come up with this idea. Though you find extremely difficult to reply me, it is fine that at least I was able to get away this time. 

There are a very few one liners that are dedicated to my friends(sans acknowledgment). So people please bear with me and WhatsApp if you find it offensive on your side.

1. “Listen, we need to talk” (You know)

2. Wash basin .Wall mirror. Bloody Marry.

3. Monday.Monday.Monday.Monday.Monday.Monday.Monday

4. Segmentation fault. Core Dumped.

5. Home Alone. Light Blinks. Piano Plays.

6. Friends. Lovers. Breakup. Friends again. (RIP)

7. Wise Girlfriend . End Of Story. (Nothing much to say, you are done for life)

8. Examination. Invigilator is your professor.

9. You die. You wake up. “You die” .

10. 2 A.M. The Fridge is Empty.

11. Hello..Mom ?listen..Mom..Mom Mom?!!

12. 12 A.M. Clock rings. They are Waiting.

13. Power Cut. Blankets off. Door opens.

14. Wi-Fi is disabled. Permanently.

15. Green. Car moves. 30 seconds. Red.

16. Battery about to die.

17. I Demand Trial By Combat!

18. Bomb Detected. Box opened. Wire Cut.

19. Rainy Day and Indian Roads.

20. 1 Ball 2 runs.Bowled.No ball signalled.

H.A.P.P.I.N.E.S.S. - II

Inspired By: The Happy Page | Facebook

Once Again.Here is to you. Happiness V 2.0 Reloaded.

Happiness is buying a Helium balloon and letting it go.

Happiness is Fancy Dress competition

Happiness is your Favorite Chocolate given for change at a kiosk.

Happiness is when your dad comes early from the Office.

Happiness is when you get a complementary Burger.

Happiness is listening to her by letting her speak
Happiness is that 10 Rupees Cutlet at your school canteen during recess.
Happiness is taking your love for a candle light dinner (and the next scene is let to you)

Happiness is Feeling Infinite.

Happiness is beating your own high score in Flappy bird.

Happiness is learning to operate an Ipad at the age of 4.

Happiness is winning a Pen fight tournament.

Happiness is when Dora finds her place.

Happiness is Monitoring the Class (Believe me,it was Ultimate!)

Happiness is that smell when you cross the Chemistry lab.

Happiness is that unexpected Half Day leave from the school.

Happiness is Morning walk at Bessie.

Happiness is your U.K.G. Graduation Day.
Happiness is "Oliyum Oliyum" on Doordarshan (80's)
Happiness is when you escape a Rain by seconds.
Happiness is when you get wet by the same Rain.
Happiness is when you are given extra Pocket Money.
Happiness is that 50 Paise "Aasay" Chocolate.
Happiness is the First time Flight travel.
Happiness is attending Culturals just to bunk the school/college.
Happiness is what you get when you and your crush act in the same play.
Happiness is Skyping your son/daughter who lives abroad.
Happiness is sitting on top of a bus on a long journey.
Happiness is getting a Rs.100 Wallet for Rs.70 after bargaining.
Happiness is imitating that Sportive Uncle in a family party.
Happiness is Early morning jog with your Dad.
Happiness is Inking her name on your hand.
Happiness is finding Chocolate in your jean pocket.
Happiness is finding an empty bill counter at the Supermarket.
Happiness is getting rid of the Traffic Police.
Happiness is posing for a Selfie with a Mannequin.
Happiness is drinking water after eating Amla or Tic Tac.
Happiness is Hyderabadi Biryani.
Happiness is when you get that one card,for which you were waiting for in a Rummy.
Happiness is finding something inside the fridge to eat,at Midnight (Baby,you light up my world like nobody else)
Happiness is "I'M BATMAN!"

Life On A Loop

Presenting to you a 50 % Factful and a 50% Funda day from the life an Eighteen year old Sophomore.

There she rings at 6 A.M.The ever lasting alarm clock which even runs without a battery.
As the whole world does,he snoozes it up and drifts away to his dream land to stay in bed for ten more minutes.Time rides like a Bugatti Veyron when he is asleep and only his mom's iron rod hands can seize its engine. Slap! He gets up in a shock.He starts walking towards the bathroom as a "malnourished monkey" as his mother's screams(words of wisdom)began to subdue.The first and foremost thing that he does everyday is to pick up his cellphone and check out his Facebook news feed.And that too in a place were he used to sit idle every morning. Yes in a loo. Nowadays,his mobile seemed to be more important than this mother.."he can even live without his mother..but he cant live without his pocket size addiction".

He sits up on his bed half awake,thanks to the 2-minute-noodles like shower,wondering what dress to wear. But finally,he ends up after a round table conference with his mind and heart to wear the same shirt that he wore day before yesterday.Generally,if the dressing routine of a boy is to be summed up as a statement,

"The shirt what he would wear keeps changing day be day while his jean remains constant"

He goes to the dining only to find a bowl of cornflakes settled on milk.With his eyes as red as a parrot's beak(Reason:Late night chats with his girl friend till the ghosts go to sleep),he ties his sole tore shoes up and takes a five minute walk to the bus stand only to wait for more 15 minutes,missing his usual bus which goes as empty as his wallet.No other go,he gets in to the next bus where one can be given a medal if he/she finds a place to stand,at least to breathe.Soaked up in sweat,(a second shower apparently),he finally gets down at his college stop and starts to go on a "walk-a-thon" from his college entrance to his class,which seems to be in a different continent.By the time he walks from the place to the classroom, Rajnikant's new movie would hit the screens.After all this hardship,he enters his classroom only to find the "Osama" professor inside.What more would you expect when you are late to the class by 10 minutes? kicked out.

There are actually more places to while away the time than the number of classrooms in his college.(Can't blame the infrastructure though).So that was not a big deal for him,provided with a smart phone,he is the best time killer in the whole world who could kill better than Saddam Hussein.

There are basically two kinds of people in his class.
One,who when given a game,starts to explore the codes and algorithms behind its development.Two,who could master the game in an hour.He was apparently the second kind.
He begins to walk as it was already time for his next hour.
There enters a professor who speaks monotonously as a lifeless priest chanting mantras.
Classroom has been the best place for him to Day Dream,especially with this professor on board,it is way spontaneous as he takes the most common position to day dream,with a hand on the desk and the other supporting his chin.
(Blogger's Note: As an Observer and as a person sans the superpower of mind reading,I was not able to catch his dream).
Next comes the Lunch hour.With a little bit of patience and a pocket money of Rupees 30 a day,he usually gets the food just for the sake to fill his empty stomach and nothing other than that.The Canteen counter seemed to be a fish market.There is actually a marketing strategy which is being followed by the caterers. When there is no board or lined counters to get the token,people fight it out for the token during the peak hours. As they sweat it out to get the colored bit of paper,their body gets saturated which eventually makes them to buy an extra juice to boost them up.
(Blogger's Tip:The best way to collect the food is to find a friend of his/her who is already standing on a never ending infinite line.)

Sometimes he comes face to face with some people whom he does not want to see while he is on his way,who can spoil the mood for one whole day.I think I will better not dig in to his personal in and outs and I will rather Fast forward the day's scenes from now on because it is already getting too long for a blog.
And you know what happens after an unhealthy stomach filling lunch.A Nap,while Ppts run throughout the afternoon and a sad soul keeps explaining it to a bunch of Sleeping Beauties. It was 4 already as his classes get over.
There is no way of escaping the college while he has too much club activities to take part in.
But sometimes,he feels that anything and everything that did not not include academics is always fun.
By the time he is done with his time at the college,his route buses have dried up.Tired of waiting,he gets in to an auto with the auto man who does not even know what an Auto meter is. One can even get in to an auto which does not charge you meter wise. But one cant bear the hardship stories and the social issue stories that the auto man blabbers while you are on the auto.
And if you are in Chennai,there comes an additional bonus for you to spend some extra time with the so called socially good driver in the name of T.R.A.F.F.I.C
(If you would by any chance come to a situation where you feel like your day went well with none to fuck you up when you return back..hold on to experience the Traffic of Chennai.)

He steps into his home,with a warm welcome by the cold words of his mom for being late and unnecessarily taking an auto. But here comes a typical stereotyped Indian mother's question.
          "Did you bargain or you just took an auto and came?"
The first thing he did was to plug in the Mobile to charge.
After a prolonged fifteen minute shower, He was back at the dining to find Idly and his mom's "scold-words-on-repetition" as side dish.

It is his Record Writing time as he starts his work with his earphones on.
It was already late when he realized that he hasn't replied to his Girl Friend's WhatsApp messages.
"Girls even text cute when they are stubborn.
So this is my life.A LIFE ON A LOOP.
which is stale,solace and ponderous..which repeats itself the next day..
Apologizing time baby",he smiled.

And that was when he went in to his mobile and never came back again.

H.A.P.P.I.N.E.S.S.

Inspired by: The Happy Page | Facebook

I would like to thank my DBMS and CA professors for those excruciating three hours of lecture that I decided to go on with writing my blog.This article would not have been possible without you people.

The points written are totally random.I regret if there is any resemblance to the posts put up on the happy page.

Happiness is feeling your mom's pamper when you are still inside her as an egg.
Happiness is training football and boxing using your mom's uterus as a punching bag.
Happiness is listening to your mother sing while you are still an unborn child.
Happiness is the first ray of sunlight on your face.
Happiness is your first birthday gift.
Happiness is learning to eat on your own.
Happiness is when Jerry escapes from Tom.
Happiness is learning to ride a cycle without support wheels.
Happiness is a girl sitting next to you at the nursery.
Happiness is accompanying your mom to a supermarket and getting a Lay's as in return.
Happiness is buying Boomer for one rupee (believe me,it is still)
Happiness is boarding a flight for the first time.
Happiness is "home made" tamarind rice on a train journey with your family.
Happiness is sports day at your school.
Happiness is government declaring holiday due to rain.
Happiness is eating the best dish of your mom.
Happiness is your very first crush.
Happiness is returning from grandparent's home,hogged and filled with pocket money.
Happiness is scribbling on the black board before teacher comes.
Happiness is that strict teacher absent on the slip test day.
Happiness is first assembly speech.

Happiness is meeting her at the High school Prom.
Happiness is getting a corner seat on a movie date.
Happiness is she holding your hand while crossing the road.
Happiness is when a little kid grins at you as a token of kindness.

Happiness is Road side 40 Rs.Biryani.

Happiness is watching a kid playing with your bag's zip at the bus stand
Happiness is what you feel at the moment when you see your route bus coming.
Happiness is eating samosa on a rainy day.
Happiness is Petrichor.
Happiness is when your mom is okay with you avoiding bitter gourd.
Happiness is that 10 minutes nap between the alarm and your mom's slap.
Happiness is that lone walk at late nights.

Happiness is Birthday Bumping your friend.

Happiness is when your dad says "I am proud of you."

Happiness is a "Marie biscuit Gossip evening" with your neighbours . 

Happiness is getting married to the girl you loved.

Happiness is feeling the kicks of your child when you are pregnant.

Happiness is that first kiss on your child's forehead.
Happiness is surprising her on her birthday.

Happiness is leaving the world before he/she leaves.

(P.S. Stuff in your comments..so that I will mentally get ready to write "H.A.P.P.I.N.E.S.S-Part II")

"HOMAM"phobia

To begin with,I am putting this to you as a DISCLAIMER NOTE that this post has nothing to do with any specific religion and issues related to it.
This is once again all about what I went through a few days back.

You know what it is and how it is to be to sit idle and stay focused in a HOMAM or Havan or whatever they call it?
Ok let me share my experience with you.
They say that I look like one North-Indian.
Actually I am a 24-carat Tamilian.(That does not mean that I am an Iyer and a Vegan.I can not survive without meat!)
So it was more like a "Saetu" boy turning in to an "Iyer".
So a few days back,I dedicated a couple of days and nights for the sake of my mom and dad as they forced me to sit in front of some empty brick blocks,which apparently were in different shapes:  From Square to Triangle, Circle to Polygons, Amoebic and "E coli"c(the priests are really the "geeky" people who are fond of Engineering drawings).
I was supposed to sit and sit half naked(dirty minds shut your think box!I meant shirtless)in front of a crowd of 75 probably.Okay I am not any Shahrukh or any Hrithik to show off the innumerable packs and the abs I  have. It is only "Sticks and Bones" out here with what I can promise that my body will be a bony feast for "Spike and Tyke".So they made me to sit alongside them, replacing my shirt with a Poonal which was inconvenient at the beginning,that I was periodically adjusting it over my body like a girl who adjusts her fringe of hair over her forehead.

As I am pretty good with the character sketches,let me describe the group of priests who had been there to screw up my gifted two days of vacation.

There was this Main Priest who was probably the only one in the whole group who was looking like a Priest.

There was this another co-priest who was exactly looking like my college senior."This could be the plight of the engineering students",I thought.

and there was one more who was looking like a typical Villain who comes hanging like a bat by the side of a Tata Sumo in a Tollywood movie.

One more was an old man who would fall off if we switch an "Orient PSPO" table fan to his side.

The other one was looking like a "Rice mart" owner who would really shine in any Tamil "country side" movie in a supporting role,provided he is given a chance.

and there were two "helpers kind",one who had a "moulded ghee" face and the other,whose character sketch is "too mainstream" to be given.
As a starter,I was supposed to repeat what the main priest told.It was more like this among the priest group.

The main priest being the Teacher and the "College Senior" and the "Tollywood Villain" being the First Benchers as they were repeating exactly whatever the teacher said.
The Old man was a Middle Bencher like me who was constantly inconsistent that he will miss what the teacher said and would manage to catch up at the end.
And the Moulded Ghee and the "Too cool to be Sketched" were the Last Benchers who were not giving a damn.
I tried to hold on and on for about 3 mins with the priest but finally ended up repeating my Ex's name over and over,which is apparently a Bi Syllabic name to Sync perfectly with the Mantras.(Could not help it and i really can not forget this thing)
And then the real effect of the Homam began with the empty brick blocks coming to use as it was lit up with fire and I was supposed to throw in some wooden sticks and some unidentifiable herbal plants and fruits inside that,whenever they say "swaha".
I just felt sorry for myself to throw all the "plants out of the gazette" for the fact that they contained all the chemicals which are used in making Bombs.I realized that I just cut the ribbon for a new World War 3 (inside the empty bricks though),inhaling all the air coming out from the Tear bomb explosion area as my poor pair of eyes were becoming reddish and glittery that for some seconds I thought that I am transforming into an Hulk.
I knew the mantras were in Sanskrit as I was listening to them and was trying to get the meaning of it with a little knowledge of Hindi in my mind. But all I got was almost all the names of the girls I knew.(at least that part of the day was pretty much fun)
At one point of time I went to the "heights-of-joblessness" that I started to count the numbers of flowers on the garland I was wearing and the petals present in it.
I think I learnt a lot about patience that day and how one can even keep themselves busy even though when they have nothing to do!and most importantly,how can one be as idle as a koala bear when it is awake.

When I looked at this from a different perspective,it only lead me to the "real me" way as there were only questions popping out of my head.
"You do all these for the sake of Human beings.Meanwhile,You kill the insects around the pit?"
You do all these and your life will turn happy overnight?
Do the gods really want us to do all these?
or Is it ?i.e., this whole things is just our Perception of belief which was made up and made up well over ages?I mean..the "Whole Thing" "
I got up from the roosted place to serve my stomach.

And Yes..

"My Name is Karthik,and I am not an Atheist"

I Am Sorry

Blogging from the place which is my native(not precisely though )..the place where I came out crying,out of my poor mother’s womb, amongst the few doctors who instantly “face palmed” after looking at me crying, when they pulled me out(slow claps for you docs),thus providing an “add on” to their pregnancy success rate.And yes my Grand Mom often used to say me that I was as dark as the "Black Forest" cake when I was born,that my mom literally lost her temper and went on to the consumer court to sue the company that distributed the saffron leaves she was in-taking when I was pretty happily snoring inside her den.(But the leaves had its temporary effect on me later though..)

I was chubby then(when?then..two yrs old),that people used to pull my cheeks out.Unfortunately,as I grew up,it was only my bones that grew up with me,and the cheek flesh which only fattened up in its "Property Of Elasticity" after all those pulls of the “affectionate” people made,just got placed over the bones which is the “so called” flesh of my body.(Just wanted to tell you how healthy i am.) And there is this guy in our college who is pretty much famous among my set(especially girls)with all those chubby cheeks and the “Amul” baby look.So whenever I look at him,I get this trance.Me being a “Chota Mota Cute Little Baby” to a “Bada Lamba Thin(still little) Boy ”.

But why am I telling all these to you ?I should tell you about something that I wanted to tell.

I had been to a place where I usually don’t go,when I come here.It is this ancestral village of our family,the place which is supposed to be remembered till my last breathe .The history of the place which I must carry forward to the next generation.For what i am destined to.

Basically it is pretty simple.There are "two" set of relatives according to the people like me (at least that is the way I see).One,The relations that would make you go “AWW”.Two,The relations that would make you go “EWW”.

Apparently, they are the second set of people as far as I concern and as far as I look at them.Like there are 7 families living out there at the village still. And Sadly,I was forced to visit the “EWW” persons today, considering  them to be the “AWW” ones.

Interesting part,there were certain conditions laid down by my parents on the way to the village.

1.Switch off your mobile phone.(My mind:As if I am boarding a flight to California to visit my Ex. Clean bowled)

2.Keep looking at the ground till they ask you something.(My Counter Side: Yes ,I am a girl who just attended puberty and someone is coming to my house with a marriage proposal.Nice.)

3.If ever by mistake you would look up from the ground,Just keep smiling(Mind:Hey Karthik .. actually they call these people as something in tamizh)

4.Eat whatever they give you(Me:At all 7? okay !I can do that till my grinder accepts the load.But once the limit exceeds..you know)

So they were basically going to show me what a “military school will look like”.

*In to the village.*

”Bye Bye World.May my phone Rest In Peace for a few..umm wait..a day”,I said to myself.

Believe me or not.You can even survive an Earthquake or A Tsunami or whatever..but not my “EWWs”. Still,I did.I succeeded.The moment I inhaled a faint of fresh air,my dad told me this,”one more to go”.

“I am not so weak at mathematics baba , I am good at basics.I can count and it is 7 and over”,I said.

“No,this is one of our family friend and you must come”,he did.

"As "EWWs" as Father",I speculated. 

But I was wrong.

Those people made my day.

I got to see a "pretty much" 50 yr old couple and an 80 yr old great-grandmother type,whose ears if I had peered at it properly,seemed to have undergone my “choti moti” year’s cheek disorder.Obviously,even the African elephant would suffer because of the elasticity,if you carry such weight on your ears.”Kudos Paati ma!”I giggled silently.There were no set of instructions to be followed here and so I was the "too-hyper” me.

(What would a free bird do when it is let out of the cage after a day of exhibition?True emancipation indeed!)

*takes out my phone,FIFA 14*

When I was there at the brink to score a goal for Man U and win it at the extra time(At least,Man U could win it virtually),people were ON with a conversation regarding my Great Grandmother. Okay  Actually, I get excited when I hear my great Grandma’s  name.This is the Great Grandma from the “EWWs'” side.I at least “self-excite” myself when I hear others talk about all the “not-so-convincing” stories of her. Seriously people..all the things she did..u can never be so tricky as her.

But it was only today when I got to know how good she actually was.The way the family friend of ours described each and every frickin good thing about her appealed. The person towards whom I actually grew a grudge upon. A bold lady who is no more with us.

 Guilt and Pure Guilt. I am right now sitting alone at the open space veranda of the house where she lived and writing this to you. I am not a strong believer of ghosts but if I come across one, I definitely will.(But,I get scared like hell,that only the friends of mine who have been to the “ghost house” with me would know)  I have heard people gossiping about the spirit of my Great Grandma going on rounds nocturnally.Its 3.28 A.M.

And if I really would see her,and if I would stay still without fainting out of stroke,this is what I would like to say.

"I Am Sorry."

Title?You need a Title for what my shitty mind thinks?

So I had been to this place where you would see a bunch of retail arms flocking together,hooking upon their customers(mostly chasing out flies).And yes,that place is said to be a shopping mall to be precise.Every time you go with your friends or alone to any clothing outlet,you will definitely end up with just window shopping.(At least I end up that way).If you are a socially extrovert girl you would end up getting some WhatsApp profile pictures for you by trying out some ultra mini skirts inside the trial room.Okay i knew this because I had been to shopping with my girlfriend(s) in the past..Never Mind..

Coming back from my heart wrenching experiences,So today,I had been to this middle class market place with my mom and so I eventually ended up shopping , having my banker with me.

I have always hated my mom.Being a teenager,apparently she was(and she is)my first enemy!!but when she does these kind of things to me..I ll be like "Dear,I would definitely get you a diamond necklace in my first salary."(if i ever get a job)

And yes..the retailer guy who was working at the place where I bought my shirts asked me to put on weight after I told him that I am going to be eighteen in a month.

I was never a malnourished boy.But people!I am still a boy..that is the matter!

And one more thing to jot people..if your mother takes you to get you something really cool..beware.Because,then comes the real winner of her plan.

Women..shop..shop..and shop till they exhaust and faint,bargaining.But I bet you,only Indian women can Bargain even at a fixed price retail outlet.

After all,you have to stay with her for the mere reason that she was kind enough finally to get you something.

And for the reason that you would literally get "self showered" in your own sweat if you leave the mall.And that is Chennai for you.

"But seriously mom..I take back my words of getting you a diamond necklace"I thought.

She was done.Things were done.Time to leave the mall.But wait.Who would prepare you lunch if you return home?

So we decided to dine at the food court over there.

This was the place were the most "self-embarrassing" part of the day happened.

I got myself a Veggie sub and French fries and she got what a typical 70's Tamilian would get even if she is out of her home.Onion Rava Dosa.

I would like to tell you that i am No Vegetarian but i was supposed to diet myself by staying away from my True Love(Non Veg)for a week.

Reason:MOM.

Her reason: Spirituality.Tradition.

I dont even get the point of what tradition has to do with this.

"And why the hell should I stay away from my meat for your cause?"I can only think,but i can never tell it to her.

You know,"Indian Mothers" is such a stereotype,and I should really write on it sometime later.

Back to the Scene.

Finding a cucumber slice inside the "VEG" sub irked me even more.

That was when i decided.No more Vegan subs.I would prefer a mini meals for that.

Okay here comes the "Hot" Factor! Hot chicks all over the food court.

But god?why cant they just stay at their respective homes..?like why should this happen today?when I am eating just to fill my appetite?and when I am with my mom?

So am I supposed to feast my mouth with the cucumber slices and broccoli legs without feasting my eyes, looking at some impeccable beauties?

"Bye Bye Chicks..leave the court I say!"I barked in my head!

So somehow I was done with my "Healthy" Sub.Headed to the Washroom.And returned back only to find the chicks out of the place.

But there were cute little toddlers..babies and babies all over!

"WTF?chicks can even give birth in a span of 30 seconds?"I thought.What a Dirty Mind I have!Totally illogical and an absurd thought it was.Pardon me but I desperately wanted to add this..

There was this kid who was seated on a chair so comfortably,having a Chicken Lolly pop in her hand and a plate of Plain Noodles in front of her,without knowing how to eat it.She seemed to be a kid of Japanese descent..but in our country,we even refer the middle east people as Chinese or Japanese..err..no racist thoughts please..

This doll was so innocently watching her mother eat with the "I-do-not-care" condition of what was going on around her,in her mind.

She was that kind of kid with whom i thought,if i would take a selfie with,would earn me comparatively more likes for my profile picture.(look how thoughtful i am!)

There was again an other kid who was sitting right behind me and having a chocolate chip flavored cone ice cream in a way,if we had,we would be permanently sealed as nuts.

And there was this kid who was torturing his dad for something that i do not really remember.

And again there was this barely months old baby who was crying continuously for again something that humans will never understand.

And there were even more a dozen of kids around,who were available for the head count,but were always away from my vicinity to note what they where exactly doing.

These were running down on my head after observing those real "Cool Dudes"

"Children,toddlers,kids-look how happy they are!

with that "i-do-not-give-a-damn-about-anybody" attitude

with someone who is there for them 24x7 to help them out

And yea,they cry to get something what they need,from their parents.

(At least,they have some trick to convince their parents to get what they want)   

Menacing the place all over..hearty laughs..cheeky smiles..

But We the grown ups-Yes we got priorities in our lives.Goals.

Some people like me,live with that "why-does-no-one-give-a-damn-about-me" attitude.

Wishing to have someone to help you out,to guide you out,even though you know that you are grown up enough to think wise and to decide and work out your plans to get what you need.

Why do humans grow up?Why cant we look at the world how these children look?

Without greed?vanity?pride?jealousy?lust?Why cant we be satisfied with something we get what is destined for us to get?"

As i left,I wished that at least these children could remain the same as little kids,without growing up.

At least let them live in this world how we are supposed to live and how GOD wants us to live.