well then this is the big ining, one feels that life is like a cricket ball, getting hit arround all over the place n when u get all used up and drained get discarded like a hand full of shit

been thinking for sometime to start blogging n finally got around to it.

strange u r so full of things u would like to talk about, share with the world n then u sit tongue tied not knowing where or what to begin:

talking of shocks, my hair nicely trimmed and set,colored the best shade of dark brown, the best pair of tattered denims under my belt tucking all of that 10inches of paunch n barely breathing lest the figure get disorganised, i had stepped out on the street black alligators n all i had a very good feeling about my self
starting my early ninties something two wheeler n feeling like a knight on horseback i was about to set off for a night of fun, food n dance when the better half called from the kitchen window "do take care of your knees my dear not getting any younger you know".

younger! meaning i am old! now that is really left handed, its like yesterday i celebrated my fortieth b,day n now i am old,

i jus thought am like a used cricket ball