Rubs hand together to warm my frozen, stiff hands from the winters of Urban Delhi

Takes a deep breath, so deep it seems as though I am trying to exhale the negativity (caused by demerit goods and acts) out of me.

Losely with unsurety, in the motion of playing a piano, I brush my fingers across the keyboard..

There is so much to write about.. so many topics I can discuss, explore..

Perhaps, the intruiging story about Hitler's death which cements in the Orthodox school of thought (which states that it was USSR's fault for the occurence of Cold War)

Maybe I can talk about the focus I've found in life and felt so strongly about..

On another thought, I might finally set down to writing the story about the World where everyone is always happy and being sad is literally a crime..

OR I can simply upload a few pics, stress over how tiring, ohmygod, it was to do that because there were just too many pictures which I just had to take and obviously, I just had to post them all up . And then put a few tags.. and lo! perfect entry..

I appreciate those who know WHY they are blogging..so there are 2 kinds of bloggers..
One who says 'I blog because I want to be able to talk about things that interest me and matter to society..'
Second who merely want to rattle, bitch, flaunt new stuff bla bla.

Now, there are 2 more interesting divisions..
one who are delusioned.. they exclaim that they want to criticise, be intellectual and what not... but end up rattling, bitching, flaunting..
second who are clear that the reason why they blog is because they wanna rattle, bitch and flaunt. I appreciate them.

sadly, I used to think I was the category where intelligent topics are discussed.. but ended up distracted and deviated from my initial stance.. and rattled, bitched, flaunted (if there was anything to flaunt)

I really sat down to think.. what is the point of putting up all these pics and telling what I did in the day? What happened to my drive and motivation to put up self made comic strips and funny entries and controversial entries.. why did I succumb to 'peer pressure' ?

Radhika thinks to herself... was I just rattling?... ... ... ...

looks aroung guiltily

Checks the spelling of 'guiltily' on www.dictionary.com

Its correct.

(yay! guess whose online??)

so, what should I talk about....
Hitler...
Focus...
Story..

Story, it be.
I dont know what to call my story.

The sound of laughter- shrill, loud, heavy- filled the streets, malls, houses, commercial buildings, public toilets- everywhere you could think of in the town of Merriment. The streets were shining clean. Of course, it was essential for the happiness of the citizens. Happiness - the one goal of the nation. For that, all this.

The sun shone bright. On the right, walking along Gaiety Road, there was the Ministry of Happiness. It held the emblem of the nation - the smiley face- two dots with a curve. On the left, a lush green park with flowers of all bright colours that seemed to be smiling. The children were merrymaking on the swings that oscillated and seemed to draw smiles in the air.

Lizzie, wearing a smile which never faded just like the other citizens, took her daily compulsary dose of contentment and walked along Gaiety Road. Today, she told herself, I want to see the other world. The world of despair. It always interested her because it was as though she was staring at something completely unfamiliar, yet close to her emotions. It was as though, shockingly, she wanted to be there. She brushed away these thoughts. So, she walked and on her right, saw the beaming Ministry of Happiness and on the left, the lively park. After 10 rough minutes, she came to the end of the town and looked over. It was like staring into a mirror that reflected the opposite- a black mirror that showed a town bathed in tears.

There was a sign that read "ONCE YOU DECIDE TO LEAVE HAPPINESS, YOU CAN NEVER ENTER BACK". Lizzie knew Merriment was the utopia. Everyone was happy. No one ever cried. Infact, crying was a crime. There was 'Breach of Happiness' Court for those who felt sad or ever shed a tear. Then why did she feel this strong inclination to go beyond? Go beyond into everything that was sad and gloomy, where destitution had infested every household. But she also saw that the citizens there cried and were not punished. She saw something unusual that when someone cried, others embraced him. Unusual, indeed, to show signs of affection for so gross an act.

So, like many others, she turned her back to World of despair and walked back along Gaiety Road. She told herself, I better take another happiness pill before they see my long face. She turned back and looked at the grey world and could not see the difference when she looked back at hers.

Fiddles with the keyboard.. advances to type..
stops.
Can't think.


Good Night.