My Old Introduction:
Some say SSS, some say Swati. Different tags from everyone. Angles are many and changed with every single degree. Time is different and fate varies with every second. I don't know the exact introduction but I know the soul existing in me.
I am a die hard fan of my own. I just love myself..
I am damn crazy to learn from incidences. The incidences on which I experiment, the learning's from those who pass by and mixed bag of experiences are everything in my life.
I am not involved in shopping the jewels and make-ups as I feel comfortable in my original skin, but I certainly love to purchase good attires while shopping.
Don't like my hair still obsessed with new hair cuts.
I love to laugh, live and love.
But turn off to hates, lies and drugs.
I simply rove around different places. Seeing sunrises, sunsets, photography, art, cuisines, animals, nature and water bodies.
I am bit complicated human being with a long mandatory Bucket List. :)
I take too long to learn the things. But I never stop to explore :) :)
My New Introduction:
I bleed the ads, find the gold in the Gutters of newspapers, I run masthead and tie Belly Band around the bundle of newspaper so that people can see the exploring ads.
I do voice overs to real stories and keep my script very tight, making a package of stories left behind.
The plots are very intense whereas I am a Railroad Editor, who puts the newspapers on the bed before getting stories done.
I am an advertisers, brochure maker, a flag news-maker who avoids bumped heads for your monotony and spend most of my folios in research work.
I only write scoop stories, the kicker headlines, the quick-witty things of life.
My room is like a morgue filled with old memoirs and old stories in the form of tabloids. The walls runs without medals and trophies but consist of experiments.
I prefer FP4C advertisements and believe in making you famous.
My index of life is bit poor but you the story is always undercover.
I don't know about the lens and shutter speed instead I love to click.
I don't have animals in my home but I love them more and more.
To take my RSS, subscribe to me, follow me or read my blogs because there is nothing lucid in this worlds except death and birth in my pieces of writing.
An exclusive bureau chief or a maiden copywriter, an emotional poet or a fake lover, I am simply me.
And I just love to print, writer, get published and get covered by the magazines that never exists in this world.
A tabloid board of every day makes a broadsheet life with some Berliner Europic styles of conflicts.
Yes, I am crazy for writing and all is copy-right.
So beware of whistle-blowers, dog-watchers and correspondents like me.
2 comments:
To explain. To clarify. To make understood. But these feeble noises... Who will be by your grave 100 years from now? And for what? And for whom was it for? An adventurer once travelled to unknown lands to find, to discover, to understand but in doing so came to know less, to understand less, to see less and yet other adventurers had assured him the opposite would occur. Perhaps, it was their way of deceiving the naive and inexperienced just as the reporters and whistle-blowers seek secretly to deceive whilst attempting to garner undeserved attention to their place on thia earth. Yes, I am thinking about these things more carefully now than before. I? But you know. It is 4am. Who alone is awake to hear the sound of the night star over Krakow?
I would love to be alive for next 100 years after getting burried.
I don't know why introduction changes?
But people go and new comes, and for those new people, who have less importance, we need to be harsh.
You are missed an anonymous always!
You are known to three of us.
Remembered by Swati atleast.
:) A bientot!
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