Sometimes...

sometimes we need our little space...
right now my writing may seem very very confused and the reason is because i am overwhelmed by the amount of ideas and notions that are currently STUCK UP in my head...
largely thanks to no internet as i was travelling...
Eid...
and that too the meat festival...
for muslims eid is a symbolic festival to mark a point of time in history where Prophet Abraham was ordained to sacrifice his son...
We happen to take it in literal terms and the show of cattle is a show of affluence and status...
HOW WONDERFUL :)
its a time to trash your cities...
its a time to show off your state of the art COW etc...
its a time to send meat to the more influential ones in your circle...
what happened to the poor?
hahahahahahahahaha...u losers...
what becomes of them...NOTHING...
but the poor are richer than us...
they yield the power...
the power to decipher and infer...
a power to realise...
to find meanings of their existence...
Eid my friends...is not about eating like hogs...
its like about the meat and the money which goes into the lavish dinners...
its about the feeling deep down inside...
its about the inner soul...
but where art our inner souls?
no sire...
we prefer to party...
we prefer to drink...
booze and latinos...
perfect combination...
is there a home...when you get mugged in your own neighbourhood...
is it a fraternity if your on your own...
is there a brotherhood if you have to protect your back...
are there friends...
when you seem to be hungry...
are there bonds, when you hopelessly lunge around in the shady parts of your town looking for a way to survive...
this is to all those who judge...
to all those who are so cocksure of themselves...
this is to those arrogant ones who seem as if they own the whole earth...
this is to those fartheads who look down on the poor...
who think they are cool because they have the latest in gadgetery...
who feel that they are somehow better because they get french manicures...
DUDES U SUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK...
this is to those who stood up...
who faced their excruciating circumstances...
stayeth beneath the lamp posts in a deserted street reading...
this is to those who made a difference...
sometimes we can change...
it is in us...
we just need to exploit...
and let go of the materialistic half...
sometimes its nice to travel by public transport...
sometimes its good to have no money in your pocket...
sometimes it nice to be somewhere where your a complete alien...
sometimes...
SOMETIMESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...