Hallucination Personified

My Nokia N8 told me she was tired from all the Status Updates and Tweeting.
My Backpack cried that she was sick of carrying my chocolates.
My Wallet told me she needed a lot of Money to keep for herself.
My Chocolates were afraid I would eat them.
My Bed told me that I often forget to sleep.
My Laptop told me that I was not the Prince to wake her up from the Hibernation she took.
My DVDs started fighting among themselves to be the 'chosen one'.


And my Dearest Friend told me that I wasn't anymore.
And I am Hallucination, personified.!

People, Distance and Time

The Mind is the fastest transporter ever known to man.
The speed of thoughts is Infinite, takes you near anyone you wish to see, with the blink of an eye.!

Sixth Grade Mathematics states that Speed is Distance over Time.
Experience says Speed of Human Thoughts are exceptions on the Formula above.
When we remember someone at a Distance, the Time they give us takes over the speed of Thoughts.
When that someone thinks of us, the Distance of thoughts takes over the Times we had together.!
People, Distance and Time.!

Love Story of a Banker

She was his Fixed Deposit. He had a Premature closure.
She was his Cash. He fell Short.
She was his Asset. He wrote off Depreciation.
She was his Loan. He was never Repaid.
She was his Network. He lost Connectivity.
She was his Saving. She gave him No Interest.
She was his Transaction. He Failed.
She was his Profit. He was her Loss.
And everyone else consoles him, 'He was her Loss'.
Love Story of a Banker.!

Exploring Life

We had our own Passions and Ambitions.!
We had our own Worlds of Fantasy.!
We had to move out to the Real World.!

We are now away from each other.!
We are now moving in different Directions, towards our own Fantasies and Love.!
Each of us in a different place with a different motive, different ways of Life.!
We now have very less Time for each other, sometimes none.!

One day in the long run, we shall meet, a meeting of totally different people, Together.!

Counterfeit and Black

I'm a Banker.
My Customers are mostly a Mix of Urban and Rural Population.
Doctors, Engineers, Businessmen, Policemen, Students and a variety of Educated and Uneducated fellow beings are the ingredients.

Every time I tell them their Currency Notes are Counterfeited, they shoot up a Question, "Is this Black Money?"
Even High Profiled Doctors and Businessmen have the same question.!
I Don't know who spread the word "Black Money" for Counterfeits.

But, as a Law, You cannot Laugh at the Customer across the Cash Counter.!