These Days

I've realized posting everyday's going to be hard. Perhaps my ambitions are to high or something but I'm still 1,138,739th in Technorati. Does it help if I were to say my viewing isn't that great either. Never mind anyway, I want to adress what I feel is an important topic- dissection. Now, how many of you have dissected a sheep's brain?

Anyway the point is I was quite into looking at the inside of the sheep's brain but basically, I have to say I was quite dissapointed at the fact that there were no disguiting liquids flying all over. Well, atleast now I can rest in peace knowing my childish misconceptions are not true.

Anyway, I wanted to share with you a poem I wrote on my old blog. It's called "The Day Free Speech Died"

The Day Free Speech Died
Srinath Reddy

The other day I figured,
if I were to do ther math,
how long it would take
before free speech died

I figured the day
leaders started bossing,
telling white lies
slamming other people
it'd be the day free speech died

I figured the day,
people start telling you to
turn down the music,
mend up your lyrics
it'd be the day free speech died

I figured the day,
your thoughs merit a zero,
weirdos become heros
you coulnd't shout aloud
it'd be the day free speech died

I figured the day
you're asked to shut up
to stop ur build up
your thoughts are jammed
it'd be the day free speech died

and the other day
i spent some time
concluding
that free speech had died

Have fun and a great week ahead.