it goes to say lot of things happen at short spans of time , ppl trust ppl. hate them or even pick up weapons of mortal destruction some somehow turn to jihad and create themselves as the ultimate core human boamb ... but wat does it do to ppl who wear ties and work like leashed dogs day in and day out under ppl who sit with big mugs of star bucks coffe and be kos of thier colur,nationality or some fake degree they get the up-ass freedom to tell the lower-ass ones to wipe the dust of the floor or even get that menial cup of water which they themelves are oh- so capable of gettin but it would hurt the 3000 dhs suit that they bought or their mistress hands that smoothered it down for them , the caress of her skin light fingers still tinger there and they would oh-so not want the embrace to go just by doin the task of gettiin a cup of water ..so they rather sit up hold stiff backs and give gruffs of laughter to poor peons who stand almost on their knees or are in positions where they are tryin to avoid the simple lack of control over the urinary bladder ... well all over said .. the rich men in their thick suits that make them swelter and the poen wearin his thin cotton shirt with his wife away in some remote out of telephone range but definetly in range of a bpl mobile are all ponderin over this receeeeesionas they call it ... the "eeeee" expand as the days go by and ppl sittin in stock broker chairs sittin and wipe their foreheads no longer with imported pure cotton handkerchiefs but rahter with dirty muslin cloth once used to clean the table of saravana bhavan hotels ... everyone is sittin in chairs that make them wonder will this chair be there for me to come back and console myself thar i am still wat ppl say i am or some postion the company has somhow granted me with grace so far .... the thought goes on and on, when the nite comes in new york , ppl in dubai worry for them durin the day and when the day finis for the sheikhs, educated britons in navy blue coats and thininig hair carriyn files neatly kept in yellow folders, walk before paparazi so that they get a chnace to show off to the world that they are workin at somethin to reach at somethin they so-call belive but which if u look at it closely is actually the something of nothin , which is actually something!!1
2009 has entered the financial scene with a wimper, a tired old man has picked his left foot from the previous year and put it in the year 2009 and his thining efforts to raise his right foot to join in unon with the foots ve become a tragic scene .....
the richest men on earth are those living in shacks in the slums of delhi who do not ean a penny to buy his beidi or the adulterated liquor that willl eventually make him lay still in some roadside gutter or if he is lucky before the gates of some odd cathiloc church where the priset would put the symbol of the cross upon view of his carcass and rush to call the muncipality workers to "bury " the rich man who left the big financial worlds never knowin how rich he really was .
bottom line of the story ... an old sayin it is but nevertheles am using it ... the circle of life come full circle wheather u like it or not.. u live , u die , u get forgotten !
