[Nikunj Bansal]

How easy it is for normal people to do real normal task! Not saying, I am not normal, but here the mere act of existing gets so difficult sometimes, that more complicated tasks like making Maggi become real difficult. And this coming from someone who can do things others can't in 7 lifetimes, combined. But for its worth, its not worth a shit. 

They have jobs, I have boobs. No, really. I am fatter than ever. When my belly couldn't expand anymore, I started developing boobs. Although I am not blaming entirely. Since I am always inside my room, writing and tearing apart, I sometimes act dual, and rape myself. 

They have friends, I have MPD. Not really, but I can have it. 

They send some money home, I still ask for 10 rupee note.

They feel art, I bleed it. 

They live a false life. I live none.

And only by blaming them for living a false, empty life, I justify my delaying of suicide. 

Is this a call for help? I actually believe in self help and totally despise self help magazines and flash cards and fortune cookies.

Its another matter though that I have long lost my self.

Why, God, why? why did you make this world and its inhabitants? What are we serving? Who are we serving? Are we being served, here? 

Is it like a game played between Lord and Satan? Are they having fun here? Did they create us for their own enjoyment? I just remembered some text in Gita, which suggested so too. Oh damn, I am gonna finish that text, starting tomorrow. If solution doesn't arrive till its finished, I am gonna...write some more, what else. Go fuck yourself. 

[Nikunj Bansal]

just got the idea for my next project...its gonna be awesome next 2
months. see you then

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