i am bored of all the things i know? Really...?

We are bored of all the things that we know..
Do you know what you are?
Because we are so in love with ourselves

We are forms of all the things we love.

- "Good Monsters" by jars of clay


So that would that mean if i loved God enough,i would be a form of Him?

Time Crunch.

Heard a few days back that serious writing doesnt come like this.

Not at all.

And now there's a time crunch.

Write? Work? Believe in the Bible or not? Read up Evidence?

Go purchase a mirror? Get a diary?

Rush to Vishrantwadi?

Life has so many options to give. Stupid life.
Lets blame life.

:D

From one village to another.

"i am a stranger just passing through."

Of this journey, i thought i would never have to write.
From one wadi to another, here i traverse.

Vishrantwadi,for one and Wanwadi for another.

The shortcut alleys the buzzing flies i smelt,
the cow dung and the bullshit i must now miss now,for a long time.

Daily bus crushing phenomenon will cease.

i have travelled to a sophisticated village.
No more nice-smelling cow dung. No more lovely home to go to.

Only concrete wilderness,Hite Bar fast food.
Loads of amazing friends to meet,but not one stranger.

i wud rather seek strangers,lost who are
But i need guts for that in Wanwadi.
This is a village of perhaps unintended hi-fashion and buzzy,fuzzy life.
This is a village,i am prejudiced in many ways about.
i hope my stay here will be great.
i hope my immersion rod wont kill me in the dead of night.

i hope in wilderness, i who am lost,will be found again. Lonely but not alone.

:)
i will be content with that.

(Wadi in marathi usually means village. If i am not wrong.)