WHY I DO???WHATEVER I DO.

I write because…it’s my bread and butter.
I sing so that…unwanted crowd stays away from me.
I analyze because…I like boasting about being the calculative kind.
I praise others because…I care for the flattering acts in return.
I smile often because…I don’t make sense of anything that my fellow speaker is trying to explain.
I reject a dress often because…I know I need to lose some pounds before I flaunt it.
I stay tight lipped because…I too do lose out on words.
I get angry because…I need some more pampering.
I nod with a smile at office because…in advertising the client is God and I cannot afford to tell him ‘Get yourself checked if you do not like that IDEA!!!’
I often don’t take calls because… You didn’t take my call a day back…and I want you to know how it feels.
I like shopping because…I go for it only after a drastic weight loss and the thought of getting easily into that halter dress without any pain, gives me the ultimate ego boost.
I still sometimes read Enid Blyton because …it’s easy and nice to think that the bad tempered doll finally learnt a lesson when the green eyed goblin punished her. The idea of Bad meets bad lifts your spirits somehow.
I call a girl a B-I-T-C-H because…she purely deserves to be called by that name.
I am mean because…I purely love showing my dark side too.
I am good because…that’s me mostly, truly and I like doing good…even overdoing it sometimes.
I am writing this note because…I have run out on ideas for the day.
You are reading this note because…you have a lot of time to spend on unnecessary rumblings…

Anyways that’s my note for the day…Thanks for your time. Now Run… and Earn!!!

THE CURIOUS CASE OF ISAAC BELT

He isn’t a hero
Nor a spy
Neither a space resident
Not even a ladies pie.

He can read but hates to write
He can sing but he’s shy to dance
He knows two plus two make four
But then that’s purely by chance.

He gets older each day
He isn’t like his friend Benjamin
His ideal breakfast is bread with butter
Bacon is just not the thing for him.

Isaac hates apples
Because apples only fall
Isaac respects Newton though
They share their first names,
A name that stands so very tall.

Isaac gets funny sometimes
Especially when his belly’s filled with beer
Isaac likes sleeping all day and night
A sleepless life is his first strong fear.

There is a lot about Isaac
That’s funny and strange
But there is one good thing about him too
That makes Isaac, the man of the game.

Isaac got up early one morning
When the rest of us took an off
Isaac walked till there where we should have all gone
And Voted…he knows it’s not a mandatory job.