old wallet..

you might be wondering that why did I choosen such a wierd topic.. but it has got a very closed relation with my present circumtances..

the homosepians are been developed in the way that the selfishness in us is inculcated since birth.. by nature.. we wanna to cut our mom's out to suck all the milk she have in her breast.. and from thereafter.. grow like a donkey who wanna to gaze all the grass out from the field.. weather it results in the circumtances where we are left on hospitals bed.. due to constipation..

And we only keep God and Luck as words to hide ourself from our shortcomings and falure.. and always compare ourself with some or the other object..

and I am no different.. or rather being a living disaster.. I am very close to it..

hence after reaching home from office... where I was as busy as a sales manager or LG ac's posted at Antartica branch... completely free... nothing to be done.. no deadlines to follow.. no client to follow.. absolutely (or closed to that as i beleive that nothing except the death is absolute..) free... I rubbed my toes... shaken my legs... all to shake my jammed body..to get some action... and sat down on my bean bag to think... that what was my reason to go to office today.. why they ask you to give a notice once you decide to leave.. or for that matter.. what was my use at that place.. except to consume the biggest share of tea... n robbing on other's food.. which I do at my own leisure.. literly hogging!! just like a PIG

and in mean time I was just trying to mess around with my already messed table.. same in the way Advani declaring Rath Yatra.. to varansi.. after bomb blasts..

and there I found this... my old wallet... which use to be sometime the one of not to forget item in my list..is now lying into a corner... same as the President of India in his time of service (I don't beleive that anyone can rule us..) and after that...
No.. plz don't make any type of conclusion by this that I am a guy who want to collect old items or I have some type of affection towards not to throw anything.. or wanna open an musiam.. but it just that "folks said.. you should not throw you wallet in dustbin... and I never morally agreed to throw it at Ganga's.. or rather never cared for it to disperce in that way...

the point here is not that I wanna your suggestions towards how to dispose the old wallet or so.. but I just wrote because I felt that today.. my situation is quite similar to that wallet...

couple of days back only.. I was busy.. important (I guess.. though u might disagree as my dad never feels that I can do anything right except creating disaster..)... had work to complete.. rush to meetings.. calling up clients... taking to boss about how to make the financial model about putting up a ROI system on each project.. discussions with HR about how the permance measures should be made so that we all who works here...are aware at any point of time that what they can do better that what they are doing right now...

and just after a day... I am listening to songs.. just wrote a single mail to a client about some pending payment.. and called up another for the pending cheque..

Though thanks to SB who called me thrice to discuss about how to do the certain work.. which I really enjoyed and tried to explain..

anyways.. I guess that's life... life of a old wallet.. you can;t keep it with u... still you don't wanna just throw it on street..