Ever heard of poor math ? not the grades yu got in school,but the math for the poor...like for instance , a woman comes to a shop and wants to buy a bag of chips for Rs 10.The problem ends there for her.For us , it goes like , Mr Shrecko gives the shop owner Rs100 and then buys another bottle of coke for Rs 10.How much does the shop owner return Mr shrecko ??

 

Ever thought about it ? Why Rs 10 is so much more valuable to her , and how the wicked fact that a bag of chips doesnt come for less than 15 bucks makes a difference to her ? No .no one has.no one does, and no one wants to.Misery is always something humans like to stay away from.Be it loneliness...which transcends to love, then misery becomes the lover herself and then switches back to loneliness again.....Poverty is the same too..it comes naturally to us .If we are poor, we save.If we are rich , we spend.If we were poor , and then made the bucks,we still save.Coz we know how much worth money has.The worth it has is simply defined by the people who overrate it.

Who are the ones who overrate it ? 

The ones who define how much money u need to spend ?

Of course its us.Especially us.Ever thought of saving some money for the needy.. ? ever gave away anything for free ? something that you might not be using and some one else might want ?

Ever tried to share the wealth ? well , atleast this was the easiest thing... no one was asking for valuable money here.....

she sung a song , 

teh words that i never got , 

found new meanings for them,

meanings that never i forgot,

....

trapped in the middle of time ,

the song travelled on.

farther away from me,

leaving me deaf ,,with faint memories..

succumbing to the age, the plot.

painted...

it could have been a farce.

the painting was never made

it was never a portrait ,the one which the whole world

might have recognized,

but , then  u left some shades,

of you in my canvas,

my life my beats my rhythm ,

my heart.soul.life.