the impOrtanCe of balanCinG a bOOk On the tip Of yOur finGer

" here it goes..... of all the silly sports in the world 'the act of balancing a book on finger tip (TAB-A-BOFT)' assumed the best popularity......


the form of this sport that you see in recent days got its nature owing to two reasons....

one... the idea of BALANCING the book evolved gradually when people started to realize that the book didnt quite stay on their fingers unless they balanced it ( though a few people tried to glue the book to their fingers, but they were soon found out and were hanged to death.. because cheating was a sin in those days...)

two... in the late 3rd century people used small wooden slabs on their fingers.... as people became more and more good at the game, they found themselves spinning the slabs...which was prctically the convenient way of balancing it......


as the sport got more n more popular, the act of balancing a wood on a finger tip (TAB-A-WOFT) was no more a sport but second nature of the population.....

this craze for TAB-A-WOFT did not please the king of belgium, so he passed a ban on this game, and he also wanted to completly wipe off the roots of this sport.... the king could only manage to take the sport off the history books ( thats why you people did not hear of this sport in your history classes), but he could not wipe the sport off peoples heart.... they passed it on and on for generations untill it found me...... and now here it is, spinning right on top of my forefinger.....

goodness of spinning...

the mere act of spinning a book on the tip of your finger gives you a satisfaction of doing something.....

we all know that people love change.... so, instead of reading our books, we can spin them for a change.....

now the first goodness alludes that, book spinning gives a feel of doing work,... but you dont actually work.... now this could be another discovery in physics....

best of all, book spinning might help in defining ones attitude..... it shows how reckless and jobless he is.. "

time

i was inspired by time by pink floyd and i wrote this

alive to see the nothingness of empty space
then to see nothing exploding to fill the space
time watches the beginning of life that live and die
in its eyes it sees no meaning in the truth or the lie

the flame flickers when you watch the candle melt down
it reminds you that nothing can last forever on its own
thinking of it relatively you think your life is too long
but looking back you find too fast the days have gone

your fear for the eternal darkness makes you ignorant
time heals the memories of those that came and went
counting your money you're worried planning your future
one day you find you have only the past and no future

time remembers the length of your life and many more
its memory becomes empty space somewhere below and above
but you will be gone one day to remember nothing
yet the clock ticks on still waiting for something

with these haunting thoughts lingering in your head
you are left alone knowing that someday you'll be dead
for one day all has to surrender to the immortal king
when he will obliterate all and return to nothing