just a song.....

People are strange, when you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly when you're alone.
Women seen wicked when you,re unwanted,
Streets run you by when you are down.

When you're strange, faces come out of the rain
When you're strange, no one remembers your name,
When you're strange, when you,re strange, when you,re strange.

No. This is not one of my supposedly nihilistic and dark poem. Its a song by Jim Morrison which sort of sums me up very skilfully. When you are a stranger to everyone, the supposedly sane people seem strange to you. Its true although unbelieveable that when you are alone or lonely and in dire need of a helping hand, then a presence of another person irritates you beyond anything.

Well, this part is intruiguingly true although its not been realised by me in my life- completely yet! I am talking about when you are unwanted by people around you and whom you crave for, even a soothing touch of a woman(both aesthetic and physical) fails to liberate you of your dire straits(women can take the liberty of chnaging the word into men). You are not aware of yourself when you walk the busy streets and the people aong with the aspahalt road just runs you by like a blizzard.

When you are strange, opinions come out when you least need them let alone expect them and that too from someone who feels like your alter-ego. Faces comeout with sharp opinions and criticisms when you are already soogy wet with your own rain of problems.

When you are strange, no one bothers to remember you by, as you could not be one among the established flock and you lived your life differently on your own terms and conditions. For them you are a criminal worser than a deserter.

Its an irony that when you create a distinct identity and ground for yourself then you become strange, when you hum a different tune and do not crow like the crows you embody an unacceptable species altogether. When you are strenge, even strangers hurl and pelt stones at you thinking that you are some insane fucker growing like a cancer on the face of this society called WORLD.........When you're strange, when you're strange, when you're- straaaaannnggggee

Just an explanation of the song which I took liberty to put down. If it sounds autobiographical then I should be exempted from being under scrutiny as I did not mention that its me here.... hehehehehe!!!