A troubled mind. Waves of nervousness. Anxiety that grips. Alive with questions. Huge gaping holes. oodles of self doubt. smiles that are incomplete. Days that swing by- meaningless.Purpose of life - the very theme.
Brilliantly laid out plans, a smashboard that rocks it all, a tunnel that seems to choke, extends up to infinity.
When the meaning of infinity slaps you. When the person that u are is at conflicts. When all those doubts eat u up from within.
Lingering moments of nerve wrenching pain. The hurt. The mockery. The very idea.
Hmph!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
And thats what you thought..
Its an exhausting experience to catch a cold - it is! So you r walking along in this chirpy "life's for me" mood.. smiling at the people around you.. wondering why you arent this way always.. think evreyone loves you.. think you luv everyone.. theres this really soft mellow tune playing itself in your head.. and suddenly somewhere down the road, you find your throat becoming dry and raspy.. and the music in your head becomes grainy and scratchy.. you think your throats giving up on you.. ur imagining a clumsy hand on the insides of your throat banging on the walls of your skin for your attention.. but noooo!! youv got this weird obsession with not falling sick and pretending to be healthy and efficient and not at all dramatic and what not.. so you stil continue the walk, but a small frown clouds your forehead and the tune gets scratchier..
And then the day floats by, with small voices within you whispering about the major cold outbreak that they foresee.. you shush them up rudely and refuse to smile at anyone else.. you decide to eat some icecream out of contempt for the earlier conversation with the voices..
The icecream tastes so soothing.. Its like your telling those voices "ha! so there you go!" and the pesky fat hand in your throat seems to stop its banging.. the icecream melts in your mouth.. you feel it making its way down your throat.. this- you think to urself, this is what life is about- these small moments when you spoil yourself.. you watch the rupee notes trade hands and think to yourself about money being well spent.. if ever investements played any role in your nineteen year old life, this moment was worth the twentyfive bucks!!And then you turn to everything else.. feel yourself getting back the old tune again..Only this time, theres a slightly heavier head to support on your neck..Its like someone watered the insides of your brain.. Yoour thoughts linger on watering the brain..You return a few moments later to your head thats heavier now, than when you started thinking about it.. funny, you say to yourself, what if the head becomes heavier after thinking heavy thoughts! This thought is rudely interrupted by a physical awakening within you-- tumbling out of you with the fury of the avenged-- * hachooo! * *Mua ha ha ha* it seems to say.. sigh! ..With slouched shoulders and a shake of the head, you have no choice but to accept defeat!
P.S: is there a better "noise word" to sound out a sneeze?? All twisted-coined up words are welcome! :)
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
EYE DO(?)
Ever since i v been shifting in and out of c b e, my eye has taken a strange route towards excerscising its views on the current weather/political scenario.. All of a sudden I wake up in the morning, and i find that one of my eyes hav taken the chinese route towards appearance ..A small lil event occurs around my left eye..
Im going to describe in unwanted excession of detail because im that jobless. so there! it starts with the left most corner of the left eye... Beginning there, a swelling grows around the eye into what i can only describe as a mound of flesh above the eye, intruding into the space rightly reserved for my left eye, leaving my left eye with very little option but to squueeze itself in the remainder of the area, thereby faithfully distorting my vision-- ah but what the hell.. a lil hospitality never hurt any one.. So here I am, painfully parading my genrosity to the outside world, looking like i was punched in my eye by someone last night over the last idly that they served in the hostel..
Sometimes i wonder-- why? why dear god? did u chose the left eye.. The haughty right eye mocks at its counter part and all that people talk about these days when they meet me-- uh oh whats that on the eye..In fact when people don ask me about my eye i tend to get all nervous and jumpy till they notice it and go "bla bla the eye?" and then i breathe easy and say "ok thats one person more on this planet whos now educated about the sty in my eye.."
Its these exact odd days when everybody suddenly wants to take pictures.. go out for food, movies and what not..and ill tag along feeling a bit like i landed from mars and forgot to change my disguise to that of a human..And on the way out when peopl run out of topics.. they look around for sumthing bizarre.. spot my eye and go.. "so hows the eye doing? I think it s better than yesterday.."and sumbody else goes.. "ah.. swear i almost saw her eye disappear under the swelling today morning.. todays her worst yet.." and there i am- beng dissected apart and discussed with more intensity than the emergency in pakistan! I shouldn complain -- guiltyly enough, I actually enjoy the attention.. I jus look into the mirror and sigh like im sufferring from some undiscovered exotic disease and everybody comes up to me and oh so sweetly suggests all those various medicines.. one among which I swear made me glue my eyelid to my eye.. after that i decided-- "Let nature do as it pleases with my face!! i don give a dam!!"
That -- it did, and suddenly (as it always is) one day i wake up in the morning and i find my strange sty has vacated, both my eyes look the same, and i can see clearly again.. Wierdly enough, what is it that i feel -- emptyness?
Im going to describe in unwanted excession of detail because im that jobless. so there! it starts with the left most corner of the left eye... Beginning there, a swelling grows around the eye into what i can only describe as a mound of flesh above the eye, intruding into the space rightly reserved for my left eye, leaving my left eye with very little option but to squueeze itself in the remainder of the area, thereby faithfully distorting my vision-- ah but what the hell.. a lil hospitality never hurt any one.. So here I am, painfully parading my genrosity to the outside world, looking like i was punched in my eye by someone last night over the last idly that they served in the hostel..
Sometimes i wonder-- why? why dear god? did u chose the left eye.. The haughty right eye mocks at its counter part and all that people talk about these days when they meet me-- uh oh whats that on the eye..In fact when people don ask me about my eye i tend to get all nervous and jumpy till they notice it and go "bla bla the eye?" and then i breathe easy and say "ok thats one person more on this planet whos now educated about the sty in my eye.."
Its these exact odd days when everybody suddenly wants to take pictures.. go out for food, movies and what not..and ill tag along feeling a bit like i landed from mars and forgot to change my disguise to that of a human..And on the way out when peopl run out of topics.. they look around for sumthing bizarre.. spot my eye and go.. "so hows the eye doing? I think it s better than yesterday.."and sumbody else goes.. "ah.. swear i almost saw her eye disappear under the swelling today morning.. todays her worst yet.." and there i am- beng dissected apart and discussed with more intensity than the emergency in pakistan! I shouldn complain -- guiltyly enough, I actually enjoy the attention.. I jus look into the mirror and sigh like im sufferring from some undiscovered exotic disease and everybody comes up to me and oh so sweetly suggests all those various medicines.. one among which I swear made me glue my eyelid to my eye.. after that i decided-- "Let nature do as it pleases with my face!! i don give a dam!!"
That -- it did, and suddenly (as it always is) one day i wake up in the morning and i find my strange sty has vacated, both my eyes look the same, and i can see clearly again.. Wierdly enough, what is it that i feel -- emptyness?
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Man- my hero
There is a certain finality about death.. Some thing that humbles you, makes you wonder who you were fooling all along..All this while, you thought man was the ultimate being, blessed with reason, reason gave you security, comfort, something to fall back on, Reason was god, possessing it - he could reach unthinkable heights. The world was his to conquer and enrich, land -his to mould, air- his to breathe & preserve, water- his to use & purify, brilliance- his to achieve.. too bad he was the only one who could understand the magnitude of it all!! You thought he was out there armed with a brain like none other, that could perform magic beyond the scope of this mundane world..
Glory be to man!
And then, it rings in your ear, the death bell.. the head bows, pride and reason are far away, science and logic are mere wisps of a fantasy long gone, no equations can bring to light the reasoning behind the final act.. When the body is humiliated,mocked at, the proud body-- once controlling the planet, learning about the universe, pushing horizons, paralleled to god, suddenly is just a machine that stopped working- a mere solid- stripped of its soul, naked without emotions, the ability to feel,think,reason...
You laugh at the ridiculousness of it all! And there you were, thinking all those glorious things, tomorrow, there you will be, lying on your back, incapable of anything you boasted of, even the trivial things you took for granted.. A frustration descends on you, your incapability to take things blindly questions from within, the need to reason it out tortures, the answer scares you, you d rather ignore it than go further, you rubbish it and walk tall again..
Dig deep down-- inside it all, you know though, you ARE reduced to a mere player in the big game..or.. not...?
Glory be to man!
And then, it rings in your ear, the death bell.. the head bows, pride and reason are far away, science and logic are mere wisps of a fantasy long gone, no equations can bring to light the reasoning behind the final act.. When the body is humiliated,mocked at, the proud body-- once controlling the planet, learning about the universe, pushing horizons, paralleled to god, suddenly is just a machine that stopped working- a mere solid- stripped of its soul, naked without emotions, the ability to feel,think,reason...
You laugh at the ridiculousness of it all! And there you were, thinking all those glorious things, tomorrow, there you will be, lying on your back, incapable of anything you boasted of, even the trivial things you took for granted.. A frustration descends on you, your incapability to take things blindly questions from within, the need to reason it out tortures, the answer scares you, you d rather ignore it than go further, you rubbish it and walk tall again..
Dig deep down-- inside it all, you know though, you ARE reduced to a mere player in the big game..or.. not...?
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
A journey to remember
So last night, I was going to get back home from cbe to chennai, and i was super psyched about the entire "getting back home after so long " thingy, I jus packed up all my clothes, dished in my pen drive, snatched away my laptop and strode out of LH (which by the way stands for the ladies hostel, PSG tech for those ignorant few!) feeling completely exhilarated! Chennai here i come!
And there it began, adding to my sad tryst with weird train journeys! First, Enter Mr.PSGTECH watchman with his mad whistle that hes absolutely in luv with! He hauls me over to one side of the street, demands to know who i am, where my ID card is and what the hell was i doing out on the streets at 8 ? Muttering to myself about my incapability to carry the blessed card with me wherever i go, I helplessly stood there gaping at him till good sense prevailed and i explained to him that i had a train to catch at 8 45! Still glaring at me with eyes that contained stern disaproval he waved me away with one swish of his hand.. At that exact moment, the rain gods decide to shower the earth with their exceeding generosity and i was the unlikely victim- me and my laptop that was disguised as a bagful of dirty clothes. (For fear of night time laptop theives! - to quote my mom) Smarting at the unfairness of it all, I jumped into the first auto i could hop on to and muttered "railway station"..
And that was where i got off-- the crowd, its vague insecurities, a general ambience of discomfort, and me- right at the heart of it all..Sitting in the middle of this diverse group of people, all alone with a cell phone that inevitably runs out of charge the moment u need it the most, I had no option but to look around me for amusement.Now i cant help it if i talk of people as if they were laid out for my wanting to objectify them, but it amuses me all the same- jus as long as they are perfect strangers!
Ill start with this man behind me with a voice that can only resemble the voice that I imagine belongs to Santa. His goal for the evening seemed to be to make sure that all those who were waiting for the Blue Mountain Express that night, should be educated about all issues covered in the morning's paper! Noble though his cause, I can only describe the looks that my fellow passengers doled out to him! Oblivious to it all, he went on and on, gaining encouragement from his resounding voice and the cold, tense,hostile glares from all around.. At one point people jus started to tune out his voice and went back to their usual routine of counting the different luggages and keeping children,if any, within a radius of 1 metre.
Then there were those who hav the "I -hav- to- be- somewhere- sometime- look" on their faces,with eyebrows knit up real close and a huge watch on their hand that they keep checking every 17 seconds, who run across the station, bumping into ,usually, ladies with huge baskets filled with goodies who in turn curse these speed maniacs , adding to the color of the situation. And then all these old, wise people start tsk tsking, "ah! todays youngsters hav no time for the bla bla no manners bla".. That goes on for a while, after which suddenly, a light glows in some corner of the station, and a noise that starts as a whisper evolves into a loud commotion "Ah ! the trains comming!" Necks crane all over, as people get on their tip toes pushing down the luggage that was till then faithfully kept track of.. Slowly the light comes closer, and people watch it with a serene glow spreading over their faces.Oh! to catch sight of that train! No god would hav had it so good in any temple by even the most religious disciples.. Finally, enter trian NO. 2672 with its loud, tired, chugging. A mad dynamic fervour grips the crowd as it breaks free from the monotony that comes with waiting for a train. People dash back and forth, manners disappear and within a gap of ten minutes half the platform has found its way inside the train, choking up the passage ways as chaos reigns! The other half dutifully queue up outside the windows- all yelling out the same content in a variety of languages which i personally found mind blowing, but the gist of which was- "please take tablets" to the man on the left who looked like he was about to faint from joy/fatigue from having secured his correct seat on the train, "please call after you reach" to two aunties who were having heart attacks on discovering that they both had upper berths to sleep on,"please take good care of the child" to a couple who were visibly having trouble keeping in place their super hyper son of two years- and so on and so forth.
With all that done, I shove my luggage under my seat, with the disguised laptop sitting tight next to me( "U dare not let it out of your sight"--to quote my mom) and for the fifteenth time that day, groan that all i hav is an RAC (which means, again for those ignorant few, that i don hav a berth and hav to travel the entire night sitting, thanks to my travel agents last minute references)! Missing the constant nagging of my cell phone and thouroughly wishing I had something to do, I surveyed the surroundings.. I did the "glad to meet you-all you nice ppl " smile, as did they.. Only they had an added "why-are-you-travelling-all-alone-and-why-did-nobody-yell-to-u-from-the-window" eyebrow raise.
And then there was the awkward silence, which din last too long thanks to the feisty 2 year old co passenger of mine who suddenly thought to himself, this girl comes with an entire world of objects that I can explore, and fixed himself onto me. Taken in by surprise, but flattered by the attention, I fell for the trick and tried asking him,"Whats your name kiddo?" and all he came up with was "vaaave veavee".I took some time comprehending what Mr.2 year old jus said, but before i got there his mom intervened and said, hes trying to say sidhu! Ah-- almost decrypted that one! Assuming that the lil chap was still interseted in some bonding and not wanting to be the snobby loner I reached out to him and tried to make conversation..There i hit a snag! now, what does one converse with a two year old who pronounces sidhu as "vaave veavee"? I settled on something not too intellectual and ended up using an obscure form of sign language.I pointed out to those objects outside the train, which i thought might engage his attention.Apparently, he din think so. He went right for the laptop and started pounding on it as hard as he could. So much for the clever disguise! As the shock and mortification on my face showed itself out, the proud mother claimed ever so sweetly, "He s slighlty playful!",Ah yes mam i agree-- most fervently- i do! Not to be outdone by the child, i again tried the sign language -only, this time, i did whatever the kid did (You know ,except for the pounding on the laptop part) it seemed to engage him for a while, but then he decided he had had enough with stupid adults cooing nonsense in sugary sweet voices at him and shifted his attention towards ahem ..dirty clothes bag again.. I was ready this time, and brandished out my dupatta at him..Just as i was thinking that wearing the dupatta finally pays off, he came to the conclusion that I was the villain in his endeavor to reach out to the laptop and started pelting me with his tiny lil fists.
Now Im a strong girl, but this was a bolt from the blue, and the kiddo, cute though he was, had bony fists and i was about to voice my strong dissent to his mother when he took another route..He attacked my hair! Now that was jus crossing the limit, any one whos set eyes on me knows how much trouble I have keeping my hair in place and this fellow caught me in a weak moment! I was prepared for a physical fight, and was ready to put myself in mortal peril ( ok thats a lil too much) for the abuse bestowed on my hair when his mother took charge at last and reclaimed her bundle of joy.
Meanwhile, both aunties having decided to brace themselves in their journey towards the upperberth from the lower berth, sought out my support lest they fall and crash on me and my now-pretty much exposed and harassed laptop. After having settled both aunties, old man with the pills seemed a lil too inclined to sleep, so off went the lights and on came the snores! I donno from which direction those ghostly noises resonated but it outdid dolby digital surround sound, and sort of filled my brain with cotton..(?) This rhythmic torture was interrupted only by Mr 2 year olds pleas for silence.. Somehow amidst all this, i fell asleep blissfully unaware of the fact that a copassenger may enter the train at any point later..
Around 1 I think, theres this tall lanky fellow who yells "hsdgkjehgjhasgd hgdhgas sumthin sumthing RAC hein? " in hindi at me, and (bravo me!) I woke up from sleep, gave him this "dude- get- out- of- my- face" look and drifted away.. Again came the "sumthing sumthing sumthing hein " lingo that i cant follow for nuts, at which point my patience started thinning out and i said in clearly articulated english that i could not follow a word of what he was saying. Thats when he did the blinking followed by the "hein hun thing".. years of third-language hindi training from 4th standard came flooding back to me, in a life defining moment, when i realised i was sleeping with an RAC ticket on his part of the seat..Sheepishly grinning i got up and the man seemed relieved to find that i was not mad..Good for him, cus for my part i wasnt so sure about him..
And there it began, adding to my sad tryst with weird train journeys! First, Enter Mr.PSGTECH watchman with his mad whistle that hes absolutely in luv with! He hauls me over to one side of the street, demands to know who i am, where my ID card is and what the hell was i doing out on the streets at 8 ? Muttering to myself about my incapability to carry the blessed card with me wherever i go, I helplessly stood there gaping at him till good sense prevailed and i explained to him that i had a train to catch at 8 45! Still glaring at me with eyes that contained stern disaproval he waved me away with one swish of his hand.. At that exact moment, the rain gods decide to shower the earth with their exceeding generosity and i was the unlikely victim- me and my laptop that was disguised as a bagful of dirty clothes. (For fear of night time laptop theives! - to quote my mom) Smarting at the unfairness of it all, I jumped into the first auto i could hop on to and muttered "railway station"..
And that was where i got off-- the crowd, its vague insecurities, a general ambience of discomfort, and me- right at the heart of it all..Sitting in the middle of this diverse group of people, all alone with a cell phone that inevitably runs out of charge the moment u need it the most, I had no option but to look around me for amusement.Now i cant help it if i talk of people as if they were laid out for my wanting to objectify them, but it amuses me all the same- jus as long as they are perfect strangers!
Ill start with this man behind me with a voice that can only resemble the voice that I imagine belongs to Santa. His goal for the evening seemed to be to make sure that all those who were waiting for the Blue Mountain Express that night, should be educated about all issues covered in the morning's paper! Noble though his cause, I can only describe the looks that my fellow passengers doled out to him! Oblivious to it all, he went on and on, gaining encouragement from his resounding voice and the cold, tense,hostile glares from all around.. At one point people jus started to tune out his voice and went back to their usual routine of counting the different luggages and keeping children,if any, within a radius of 1 metre.
Then there were those who hav the "I -hav- to- be- somewhere- sometime- look" on their faces,with eyebrows knit up real close and a huge watch on their hand that they keep checking every 17 seconds, who run across the station, bumping into ,usually, ladies with huge baskets filled with goodies who in turn curse these speed maniacs , adding to the color of the situation. And then all these old, wise people start tsk tsking, "ah! todays youngsters hav no time for the bla bla no manners bla".. That goes on for a while, after which suddenly, a light glows in some corner of the station, and a noise that starts as a whisper evolves into a loud commotion "Ah ! the trains comming!" Necks crane all over, as people get on their tip toes pushing down the luggage that was till then faithfully kept track of.. Slowly the light comes closer, and people watch it with a serene glow spreading over their faces.Oh! to catch sight of that train! No god would hav had it so good in any temple by even the most religious disciples.. Finally, enter trian NO. 2672 with its loud, tired, chugging. A mad dynamic fervour grips the crowd as it breaks free from the monotony that comes with waiting for a train. People dash back and forth, manners disappear and within a gap of ten minutes half the platform has found its way inside the train, choking up the passage ways as chaos reigns! The other half dutifully queue up outside the windows- all yelling out the same content in a variety of languages which i personally found mind blowing, but the gist of which was- "please take tablets" to the man on the left who looked like he was about to faint from joy/fatigue from having secured his correct seat on the train, "please call after you reach" to two aunties who were having heart attacks on discovering that they both had upper berths to sleep on,"please take good care of the child" to a couple who were visibly having trouble keeping in place their super hyper son of two years- and so on and so forth.
With all that done, I shove my luggage under my seat, with the disguised laptop sitting tight next to me( "U dare not let it out of your sight"--to quote my mom) and for the fifteenth time that day, groan that all i hav is an RAC (which means, again for those ignorant few, that i don hav a berth and hav to travel the entire night sitting, thanks to my travel agents last minute references)! Missing the constant nagging of my cell phone and thouroughly wishing I had something to do, I surveyed the surroundings.. I did the "glad to meet you-all you nice ppl " smile, as did they.. Only they had an added "why-are-you-travelling-all-alone-and-why-did-nobody-yell-to-u-from-the-window" eyebrow raise.
And then there was the awkward silence, which din last too long thanks to the feisty 2 year old co passenger of mine who suddenly thought to himself, this girl comes with an entire world of objects that I can explore, and fixed himself onto me. Taken in by surprise, but flattered by the attention, I fell for the trick and tried asking him,"Whats your name kiddo?" and all he came up with was "vaaave veavee".I took some time comprehending what Mr.2 year old jus said, but before i got there his mom intervened and said, hes trying to say sidhu! Ah-- almost decrypted that one! Assuming that the lil chap was still interseted in some bonding and not wanting to be the snobby loner I reached out to him and tried to make conversation..There i hit a snag! now, what does one converse with a two year old who pronounces sidhu as "vaave veavee"? I settled on something not too intellectual and ended up using an obscure form of sign language.I pointed out to those objects outside the train, which i thought might engage his attention.Apparently, he din think so. He went right for the laptop and started pounding on it as hard as he could. So much for the clever disguise! As the shock and mortification on my face showed itself out, the proud mother claimed ever so sweetly, "He s slighlty playful!",Ah yes mam i agree-- most fervently- i do! Not to be outdone by the child, i again tried the sign language -only, this time, i did whatever the kid did (You know ,except for the pounding on the laptop part) it seemed to engage him for a while, but then he decided he had had enough with stupid adults cooing nonsense in sugary sweet voices at him and shifted his attention towards ahem ..dirty clothes bag again.. I was ready this time, and brandished out my dupatta at him..Just as i was thinking that wearing the dupatta finally pays off, he came to the conclusion that I was the villain in his endeavor to reach out to the laptop and started pelting me with his tiny lil fists.
Now Im a strong girl, but this was a bolt from the blue, and the kiddo, cute though he was, had bony fists and i was about to voice my strong dissent to his mother when he took another route..He attacked my hair! Now that was jus crossing the limit, any one whos set eyes on me knows how much trouble I have keeping my hair in place and this fellow caught me in a weak moment! I was prepared for a physical fight, and was ready to put myself in mortal peril ( ok thats a lil too much) for the abuse bestowed on my hair when his mother took charge at last and reclaimed her bundle of joy.
Meanwhile, both aunties having decided to brace themselves in their journey towards the upperberth from the lower berth, sought out my support lest they fall and crash on me and my now-pretty much exposed and harassed laptop. After having settled both aunties, old man with the pills seemed a lil too inclined to sleep, so off went the lights and on came the snores! I donno from which direction those ghostly noises resonated but it outdid dolby digital surround sound, and sort of filled my brain with cotton..(?) This rhythmic torture was interrupted only by Mr 2 year olds pleas for silence.. Somehow amidst all this, i fell asleep blissfully unaware of the fact that a copassenger may enter the train at any point later..
Around 1 I think, theres this tall lanky fellow who yells "hsdgkjehgjhasgd hgdhgas sumthin sumthing RAC hein? " in hindi at me, and (bravo me!) I woke up from sleep, gave him this "dude- get- out- of- my- face" look and drifted away.. Again came the "sumthing sumthing sumthing hein " lingo that i cant follow for nuts, at which point my patience started thinning out and i said in clearly articulated english that i could not follow a word of what he was saying. Thats when he did the blinking followed by the "hein hun thing".. years of third-language hindi training from 4th standard came flooding back to me, in a life defining moment, when i realised i was sleeping with an RAC ticket on his part of the seat..Sheepishly grinning i got up and the man seemed relieved to find that i was not mad..Good for him, cus for my part i wasnt so sure about him..
Sleep eluded me after that,what with "wierd-hein-hun guy" squatting across from me, it made it impossible for me to get back to sleep. So there i was till two in the morning staring out at absolute darkness wondering what on hell could have made me take this trip.After two it was almost the same, except that the rain gods had some more tricks up their sleeve( Note to self: Check if rain gods wear clothes with sleeves), and the rain came pelting down into my seat, despite the fact that the window was shut, and i remember vaguely trying to figure out how that was possible, and amidst the rain, the wierd guy and the snores I remember promising myself a warm bed to sleep on the next day, and with that in mind and a posture that was a cross between 2 yoga postures I imagine I drifted off for exactly twenty minutes until old man with pills decided to use the loo and woke me up roughly to let me know that i was to take care of his pills box(and whatever else was in there)..
If I was sane enough to hav cried, I would have cried my eyes out.. but I was beyond all that and all I could do was nod meekly and hope the nightmare would end soon.. End it did -- at 4 55 when lights went back on and the snores went off, when wierd guy,pills man,couple wit kid, aunty's from the upper birth all got off the train..I was the last to get off-- setting foot on Chennai Central finally! Home at last!
P.s: was that too long? I tend to go on a lot!
Long time overdue!
Between us, this blog has been long time over due..There s always been this nagging lil voice in my head that kept going "BLOG! BLOG!" and call it lazyness if you want( i jus think thats using too crude a term for the art of practicing leisure,whilst appreciating it blissfully), somehow for some reason I jus kept putting it off.. But now here it is-- My musings!!
Oh and people, (who ever it is whos kind enough to keep reading) do leave behind your comments and what ever else it is that u want to..I hav no experience what so ever in this area, so please bare with me! And for all you ppl who keep writing so much to shame me into creating my own blog-- keep going!And for every one else(me inclusive) - lets jus hope this whole idea doesn die a premature death!
Oh and people, (who ever it is whos kind enough to keep reading) do leave behind your comments and what ever else it is that u want to..I hav no experience what so ever in this area, so please bare with me! And for all you ppl who keep writing so much to shame me into creating my own blog-- keep going!And for every one else(me inclusive) - lets jus hope this whole idea doesn die a premature death!
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