What the hell is an OXYMORON. Review on Joining Local Book Clubs / Libraries

Oxymoron ... Oxymoron... Oxymoron...Ever heard of them.......???????Probably YES , probably NO ... or both together.

But sure this word is annoying me comfortably so as to write an article to please it hard especially on these days of my working vacations. So, in this noisy calm weather of Bangalore, here I sit with a pen and a diet coke, all alone together, and thinking nothing as what to write. Though I found MouthShut at a very late age of my young life, ever since am feeling that I should become a resident alien on its home page.

With plastic glasses on my nose, I first thought of writing about some peace force of United States or on some Military intelligence of Rwanda. But felt its truly impractical to write something on such trivial things. So I permanently changed my mind not to give in for a take on this thought.

Watching about extinct life on Discovery inventions program , these thoughts went on and on and on... while I was constantly surfing channels. I just turned aside and gazed at my transparent mirror, I found something missing within my heart soul and felt like going out for a while to relax - after all am a single bachelor in my life. Immediately I turned off the TV where a documentary film on some business ethics in political sciences was getting broadcasted. Anyway I wore my tight slack and went out, locking the door behind.

This thought still persisting in my mind once in a while, I bumped into a library which is near far from my room. There I joined a small crowd talking about temporary tax increase in those so called calm zones. Within a short time break, I realized I wont fit into those bu*t headed topics and went away from myself. On the move I started taping live scenes through my eye lens, so that I can use them in writing this article if any.  Way back to my place, though being a teetotaler, I thought of getting drunk legally. But with held the desire. I walked past the streets the whole evening like a living dead but acting naturally.

At last I came back home. I took a hot shower bath and with a synthetic cotton towel around my waist I switched on my CD player for some soft rock to listen.

I poured the strong black coffee from the cold casserole with some ice cubes chips and sugar jelly on top. Gazing at the stars, wishing I should have been in some government organization instead of doing software documentation, my thoughts flew all over the empty sky reaching nowhere.

Wait a minute for sometime ...let me do my exact estimation of these self proclaimed, so called advanced basic thoughts resembling like a new classic of the modern past.

Terribly pleased with all my true lies, sitting with thunderous silence all around in my balcony with an old new book in hand, drinking that bitter sweet cold coffee, and silently screaming that I completed this article - with the same difference from the beginning, I gave a start to end this article.

With little bit of religious tolerance and cruel kindness, I pray GOD to excuse all those people who would call this article as a genuine imitation of intelligent stupidity,

so that they wont call me a wise fool.