Once upon a time there lived a king. He was a loved king. Loved by his subjects and his followers. He lived when calendaring was not in vogue so its hard to say when this conversation took place. It is debatable if he had a queen. But if we pretend that he at least had a girl friend then here is what some of his dialog with her might have looked like - K: Hey honey I am home. GF: What have you been up to today? K: Well you know this and that and looking to see how I can help the poor souls out there. GF: You are such a nice dude, don't you get tired of helping? K: Well you know I am happiest when I do these things. GF: Oh that reminds me - there was this fella that stopped by asking if you were avaiable later to sit down for discussing rights to your autobiography. K: Hmm..really - that sounds flattering..what's to tell? GF: What do you mean - lots - people will always remember you by all the good you have been doing - doubt if there is going to be anyone that c...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!