Unlimited Flusher

I have been taken for a ride.
And I loved the ride. So, why shouldnt I be taken for a ride?

Hell Metal

Smokes full of lung...
pollution full of vehicles... Loads of crap heads thinking why I am staring ...
Thinking .......Stoned...........

Let me present Hellmetal

The concept behind the modern day head armour .

You are going on a road and you do not know what happens next..... You can walk, you can drive....
You can die...
Wonder why so many animals keep dying on the roads....
the lack of hellmetal to all living things...

And hey, by the way, to all unstoned people
hell metal was the early name of helmet.
Made from metals available exclusively in Hell...
Needs to be worn by dogs, nilghai and cows to protect from getting killed in freak mishaps..
Help yourself with one from the highway...
Piece of advise to walkers, joggers, trotters and other forms of human begins who travers any form of distance which has an accompanying road beside the footpath:: Keep your Hellmetals on, you never know who is determined to run you down....

Hundreds of forms rushed past him moving in predetermined directions, and swerving only when a collision seemed a certainity. This was the place he ahd been seeing since ten years. A place where dreams were supposed to come true. The place where people carry two hundred tiffin boxes to get two square meals a day. The place where he dreamt a dream. Ten years ago, the bench was stiffer, or did it just seem so? Today, the bench looked like it was melting. He felt like he would go down with it. His neighbour on the bench was busy talking about the rise in shares and his profit for the hour. A few tattered kids were trying to break upon a public phone. The display never failed, ten years.. This display still showed that the train was due in two minutes. Slowly, he rose up from the bench, using all his energy to keep from swaying. He walked towards the platform and looked at the empty rails. The platform seemed deserted. He looked back at his bench. Another form occupied it already. He looked back into his papers one last time and suddenly something caught his attention. What if the function could be of more than three dimensions? what if he could move an object up and down the fourth dimension?? And then, He foresaw something he should not have.....

Axe by the keyboard

He was trying hard not to think about it. A visit to the galla couldnt help it. A string of the so-called laugh-along jokes with others did not help. A long dose of pornography didnt. Each part of the body seemed to tell him that it was the time to take the chance. A small star shone right near the dim tower on a moonless,dark night.
The star was bright, very birght. Hazy at first, but when he kept staring at the star, it kept geting clearer and clearer. His clothes looked like they were worn for ages. A dusty mat lay unfolded beside him and a radio kept yelling old music. He was biting at his last pencil, thinking of a life, which could have been. Should he have tried? Was he the blueprint of a failure? the map to a suicide history.

He strained his eyes to look back into his screen. Though full of symbols, it appeared all blank. Not easy, Not easy, ......

Loads of books were kept on the table.Biographies were neatly stashed in a separate column. The ones that should how each next door guy turned to become the big guy.

Water flowed without a sound into the empty glass. A soft squish was heard as the lemon was crushed into the glass. The dark bottle then was served into the glass.
The screen started stirring. Work was to be done...This should not be the end. The contents of the glass threaded through the dry throat, throwing out heat everywhere. The warmth erased the cold for a moment. but the icy touch of failure could still be sensed.
The night flowed away.