MEERA'S DIARY

From Poetic Edda i chanced upon the world epics..

There again someone wants to show me a perfect chart sheet of impure wisdom.. .Instead of chasing  earthen elements this specialist could have silenced his own mean thought patterns but he preferred to chase out earthen elements. It is not my fault that he struggled too hard to uplift his own mean mind instead of cleansing it..

That wasn't classic a show but  below average.  After seeing several such below average shows and write ups i have lost even the last drop of sympathy existed in me for such meanness. You will be thinking that you have succeeded in creating something great.. 
oh great crap...that is your style and i know i cannot expect a worthy creation from the a flag minus fort brain..

Extremely Sorry...,
i cannot train you in creating something great because you are specialized in craps like the flag less fort you create to endorse your meanness or the colours you paint across your face to prove that you support somebody else.. Oh really you can support anyone you want or create even many such flag less forts....... 

Let me tell you i am not going to cry or worry on such shows any more..If you are happy it is great..... and to be honest i will not feel great like you if i see a flag less fort. It is because i think in a different way not like you and i will not get a sadistic happiness if a newspaper sheet paints a colour of my choice. You may think that is all great achievements. Let me be clear that i hate to think in that way to get approval from a world......
 
It is because i think not like you and i know it is purely a mistake of mine that i tried to tell you that on several times.. 

I know that it is your hobby to destroy other humans. What more you want.. Create everyday one sledge and make sure you get one more doctorate in creating craps.. Sorry to tell you that i am not your competitor that i cannot fight in your level or sting people from behind or chase people out intelligently like the way you do... Keep all the trophies you have accumulated in that field..
 
It is true that it is my mistake to fight with your earlier gimmicks and provocations... I feel terribly bad that i pulled myself so down to reach your level to fight with you..


Epics are unique but the more popular ones are average show stoppers.. You find a lot of listeners for Mukhalas and Kolavery's.. It is not my worry if you create many million caricatures to make me feel unhappy.. 

I gift you my unhappiness and sorrows to you because i know you hide behind my doorsteps only for that and even i know that you love my unhappiness....


You can continue to do your wrongs and let me believe in my rights... 

Paint everyday the same colour on your front page to quieten the earth, to give sadistic happiness to the one who waits for that across the river.... 

At the end i  am forced to write on my life's diary that it is true and it is a mistake of mine that i fought against a mean soul.... 
Someone tried to capitalize my mistakes and misused my beliefs....
Someone stung me from behind, threatened, terrorized me and when i questioned gave  lectures on love.
Someone used the wrong situations of mine and used it to gain mileage...  

Someone settled scores.. Good.. Great... 


I have tried to return the one millionth of the crap i received..  
When you give crap it is greatness and when i speak back it is crime....... Speak about love and create craps to destroy the ones who refuse to surrender under your wrongs...
That is life.. crap... mean wisdom......Forget....



I repeat....I gift you my unhappiness and sorrows to you because i know you hide behind my doorsteps only for that and even i know that you love my unhappiness. I know you struggled too hard for that and even I know nothing in this world can make you happy....


From Poetic Edda  to Shantiniketan,  in my life i am destined to encounter many more unpleasant events... Let it be like that..

My destiny..... Why do i need  sympathizers ...supporters.. .Let me face it... Let me wait for many more flag less forts....



t me face it near a flag less fort...