Mr Diya Kumar...(betties, veroncias : their simps : familia, etx)
let me first assure you : i am a luser. I want to remain a luser as you 'classify' them.
All of you made a good choice : i wasnt your kind...
some of us : share 'blood'\
: but my blood was poisoned and left to coagulate.
: No issues : i would rather live with an altered deformed scarred body
: then to waste time with you.
The thing which was confusing
: i did 'expect' something in return
: for years and money which i did invest in all of you..
: the deaths in family, the loans, the 'care'..the small stuff of being there..
when some1 dies,
when money was short,
when some1 was in jail,
or when u felt 'alone'.
....lots of things which u 'hide' from world : to appear 'glorious page 3'
over these last 20-25 years, i have an idea of my happiness..
it is not any of you : or your kids or anything which you can do, be or create.
It is the 'possibilities' : they seem 'linear' with you : with 'choices' u make.
I could never understand the 'logic' of lusers who never studied physics, english or computers : to have the guile of 'advise' : with no past of 'proof'.
I get it : age/respect : was supposed to make the 'advise', a lot 'believable'.
The problem is
: your 'advise' is as good as your 'now'
: dependent on baldies
: too nice to beg - 'salary'...and generally dependent on approval..
and all of you : want to be page 3 stars : on stolen/borrowed money.
The realization is quite dank : you have given up on yourselves, and your only and last desperate hope - seems to be 'me'.
Which is weird : considering all of you : did your best : to hold me, and 'win' over me : without any 'war'.
This means
: all of you are defeated by your life
:jealous of others who dont succumb to same gutlessness, irrelevance and 'approval'
An 'orphan' : is a 0
Choices : need to be made, with no fallback.
My choices : have followed that rule : no bitchin, no regrets.
It takes its 'time' : i move slow when it comes to people...
fast : when it comes to work.
i dont want any of you to return, apologize : or even share a memory with me
It is a simple realization : 24 hours in day..
work : is a product of focus : happens in spurts.
but your 'company' : follows no rules
cellphone : i hate it, coz it allows your 'interuptions' : a power which i gave to you all.
I am telling you all this : as a reminder ...
i am working on something which i am proud of...
and i have really done it alone...
as i tie a bow on the 0 likies stuff which i shared here..
i think the 'future' is clear : our paths are different..
and we shall never cross again : it requires courage and will : you have none : no hope : no will : no logic : no past results.
live your life : not 'mine'.
different choices : different results.
own urs, i own mine : they seem 'me'
further thoughts...
i just dont even get the 'transaction' logic of it...
diya ji 'proposes a "family"'...
tells it around...
amit kumar gets 'interested'..does his bihari trick of 'influencing'..
diya ji : tells about familia : as she asked
and they scoot away with money and credit and profession
...even fine till here..
but the gall of destroying my career, reputation...
and lusers who cant even buy a house in delhi...
to classify me - delusional, unfit : for my inheritance or future..
how 'important' and 'powerful' : you think of urselves..
that would be lesson - in economics, capitalism and 'money'....
karma : would be settled in 3d ..
on your favorite stage - page 3 : the peeps who do nothing : but 'watch'..
and 'opine'. 🙂