once upon a time, in a land far far away...there lived a dude known for his penchant to write 'about me's. his proficiency was known far n wide into all the directions and all the dimensions.. kings and paupers, strippers and bouncers, all wanted him to write their 'about me's...

being mellow jellow and callow he would labour day in day out so that his art may make someone's life easier, all the while the world conspired against him and deleted his 'about me'.

it took a a month and a half of writing else's about me's and accepting friend invitations before he realised his blank about me..

all of a sudden, he felt a rush of blood from his big toe in the left leg and found himself gagging in want of oxygen.. all of a sudden, he didnt have a 'about me', all of a sudden he was orphan to words, alien to the idea of self, and he felt trapped inside a body that felt strangely a size too big for him.

at times like these, when one faces oneself without the prejudice of one's image of self, do we die to be reborn shorn of artificialities and expectations.

ladies n gentleman.. the rebirth was a momentous occasion and if u were present then, you would have clapped as if u were paid to do so, rs. 100 per clap!

when he rose from his ashes, his brows yet to be separated and thoughts yet to be manipulated, he was shining, my friends, 'shining'.

not like those cheap 60w bulbs... but like the ligtening that blesses earth with seeds of contentment.

he was destined for great things, and he was wont to be a savior... but life plays twisted games, my friends! an enterprising young man, who saw him rising, quickly put him in a cage and took him to big bad cities..and crucified him on the tallest building.. his shine never faded.. and the other young man, made big fortune out of our hero's crucifixion. he wasnt dead, he wasnt alive. he was shining, in the knowledge that his shining light guided others to know a bit more about themselves.. thier 'about me's..