All talk and no game.

one thirty am. that's when i learn to keep my mind at peace. Yakkity yakking 24/7 and look, now i feel so tired that i'd love to crash into deepest slumber. I would only get up the next day to cancel a few plans, becoz of a thrifty girl's spree. Big malls, really big. But infrastructure of the roads, pathetic. Highways, hardly 4-5. But innovation zero. What is wrong with Bombay? Everything. This city is Communist, Marxist. Truly. I believe so. Only because even an ICICI gold card member talks to the beggars and people from gullies like they were true friends. Wow. That is really something. Because I can strike a conversation with the bus driver of a BEST bus and discuss the situation of Bombay like we own the city. Well, all bombayites think they do. And if anyone who is new to the city and behaves like he owns it. Boy! are you gonna be in big trouble. No wonder I stayed back. I wasn't supposed to be here. I was supposed to be in Chennai, only to realize what fate had in store for me.

Talking of fate, yesterday, on one of the rare chances where I get to talk to my mom about the world and the logic with life. We hit upon an idea that Destiny is not quite true. Its actually probability. And the saying " the choices we make" is bang on target. Because we exist in that circumstance and that situation, because of the choices we have made. And that's how it is. There is a theory we conjured up. but its pretty petty to disclose here.So well, I shall keep mum. Grandpa is not well. And his health is deteriorating. We are all praying for him. And trying not to think more.

Need more compartments for women!

A first class pass costs up to 340 rupees and while a 2nd class would cost 95 rupees!
wow! its a huge difference of 250 rupees, really, the yellow colour thats painted inside is much classier than the boring green in the first class, at least I personally think so! The dark green is quite an eyesore. They could at least have put some happy colours in there. Bombay needs to change a lot. And the citizens need to spit a little less. And not litter at all. Glowering eyes don't work with women at all, becoz they'll look right at ya, with the same vigour. Damn. And men, well you rather just make horrendous faces and leave it be.

I was wondering, after reading one of the forwards, that Abdul Kalam's speech, with all due respect to the ex-president, and one of the really good men to come out after 40 years of elections, I wanted to ask Mr. Abdul Kalam that when he says that Indians won't spit in other countries because the law there is strict, and that why don't Indians follow the same rule here. Well Mr. President, I need to ask you something. Why doesn't the country put up police officers or junior officers in public places or places where the junta is in constant contact with the police men? The policemen can do their job of charging the spittoon creator with a fine of 500 rupees, and start doing it with immediate effect. Because for a country like ours, we can't afford beautiful roads, than how can we afford cameras to be placed in every nook and corner like the vigilance videos, and catch the culprit in the act, like Singapore does?

C'mon be practical. If the Arthur road jail is surrounded by 500 policemen, who are actually doing nothing, and watching people spit in front of them, and spit betel juice right under their noses. Then well, the law makers are themselves supporting this phenomena. I am sure, that your English speech must have gone on deaf ears, because those who spit and make reddish orange modern art drawings on the walls and pavements of the bombay promenades 90% are in fact from a vernacular background and how on earth would they know what the President is talking about? And those who are educated, they are all the more pathetic, they are a clear case of habit. And this case is more aggravating to the children who they bring up in the world a complete package, full of impeccable manners and etiquettes.Only to regretfully watch his mom, dad, uncle, spit in front of them time and again.
Boy! what a life!

Something should be done. I saw the movie Nayak. 2 years back. And sometimes I think.. We really need someone like that. Not a Hitler. Not a Mussolini. Not a Bush. Nor an Osama. We need Che Guevara.


This is young blood angst.
signing out.