Aware of avarice

Whenever i start eating hyderabadi chicken biryani... I never want to end it.

Whenever i  watch kamal hassan acting i never want to blink my eye lids.

But whenever i hear the conversation of two tarantino characters.. i never want to die.

There is a limit, there was always one for everyone.

and I dont think the same applies for this "one" and for his Brilliantly intelligent splendor.

the ONE and only ONE ingenious, Man with Panache of Panache is

The Filmy Treat tarantino.

He looks like conundrum, Sounds like Brilliant thrum. Thinks like "I-dont-know-how".

But... there is a But...

I want to be like him. I dint just typed it at a go, I thought for a while whether to write it or not...! but i still did it.

How dare am I...?

How could i ever be him..! as a matter of fact how could anyone else can ever be..!

But as my topic says "I am aware of my avarice". I realize it as an real covetousness. and i realized to relish his movies and cherish him always.

And will try to discover "I want to be me" in me