Questions

My head if full of Questions.

Why is my car not starting? Why do i have to go to office?
Does happiness always have to be selfish?
Why did that jerk delete my files? Who took my sharpner?
When will they understand what i mean by freedom?
Cant she see me walking on the road?... Women drivers!
Am i beautiful? Am i mad?
Why does mac d's get me so nostalgic? Why cant i remember where i saw him last?
Why dont i get a chance to travel by trains anymore?
Why do people percieve silence as submission?
Is it wrong to go numb about things that hurt you a lot?
Why does the beggar, asking me for a penny, not invoke any sympathy in me? Am i dead?
When will people realise that they need to walk on the foothpath and not on the road?(drivers like me can get them killed man!)
What does rain bring with it that makes me so ecstatic?
and many many more...

(i tell you about all these questions cause i will be speaking about such questions only in my forthcoming entries)

Questions make me think, they make me wonder. They get me irritated and they get me tired. They make me silent and sometimes make me want to catch somebody's collar and ask, Why me? Sometimes they restore the peace in me, sometimes they help me silently bear the torture of indifference.

And more practically, questions sometimes take up so much of my time, i suddenly realise that i just slept through my entire class...
that i spent the entire day with myself! Weird things are these questions... they make you and they break you. but whatever be the case they are a part of us (most of us). And for those who do not have them, get a life!