i am hungry
i am desperate to post
i dont want to give up something i started.again.
i dont want to be mediocre.
i know i am getting there.
i am getting bored.often.
i am getting bored of getting bored.
i am falling for girls who are
a.committed
b.not interested.(in anybody)
c.have religious commitments.
d.are in love with himesh reshamiya.

which is why i am pushing myself,
despite revolting innards, smell, and all,
i shall espouse eloquently on the two most controversial topics under the sun.god, and himesh reshamiya.yes, every blogger has to wrirte about him nowadays, or like
haribabu says, it isn't complete.

write in brief:
god, i believe in.religion, i don't.i am sure those who are devoutly religious believe in the notion of god and lesser so in the road they take.
the sect of people-who-jump-off-twenty-four-storey-buildings is the new rage.they get there faster.i belive in god primarily because i find it hard to belive in darwin.for people who do, galapagos is probably heaven,and the hms beagle is the thing which goes across hades which is manned by the scary guy with the wierd name and gaurded \by the three headed dog whom hercules fed pediogree biscuits.
no wait.that was hell.
ok ok.he made the connections.soldered, joined wires, made mouths, penises, breasts and noses.we all generally agree that he knew his job.except perhas, a half of a billion tend to think, in the case of himesh naakwallah.he sings.ok.he is allowed to sing.how? he sells.appaling! and his aap ka surroor the real mooveee is a hit.faints and dies with a fart.
(read the godfather, all about death and its smells, sphincter they call it, i found out.)