I like trains, sure I do, as long as they are on a postcard. Or while they are whizzing past me at a manned railway crossing. But when it comes to travelling in them serpentine vehicles of ill-fortune, naah, gimme a bus ticket anyday. The general compartment was like a minature India, with all its occupants hell-bent upon not letting me take a leak. 8211; who likes locomotives as much as his drum kit.

There should be a better way to start a day than waking up every morning. Friday, September 3, 2010. Coming home to reality? Some things never change and you fit right back into it like you were never gone. Me and TV are a great example. But some things have changed and I dont even know the full extent of it yet. They come slowly one by one till you are left wondering what has happened to your life. Creating doubts about what you want from life. How much can one year change you? .

Wednesday, May 04, 2011. I decide to double check on Reuters. Reuters also has essentially that much information, again quoting AP. Bloomberg has still not updated its website. I have a wisecrack and text my boss, and his boss. If it was Fox News saying it, the news. Office calling attention to the error. Another aspect of being in the.

Friday, April 10, 2015. This was rusty, and is not a particularly enticing piece of writing. Neither may I write anything worth reading anytime soon. Sunday, July 15, 2012. The latter could really pile on some misery. Tuesday, May 08, 2012.

In celebration of the random- wandering, wondering, wavering, wasting, whining, wishing. Wednesday, May 11, 2011. Wednesday, January 27, 2010. I am bright enough to know i am not that bright. i am cool enough to know i am quite dowdy. i am intellectual enough to know i am psuedo. i wish i knew less. Tuesday, January 19, 2010. Friday, December 11, 2009. Wednesday, October 07, 2009.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015. Let us treat our birth as death. And examine it as going through the five stages of loss and grief. Only as an infant, when we do not have the language. And are connected most truly to the thing we deny. Language comes at least two years after that. As after all, animals do it the day they are born.

Confused Mind of a Bored Cynic. Posted by beingacynic under Poetry? For the time awake. From one act to another. For Hours under the blanket. From one sequence to another. For what seems an eon. From one point to another. For all that time lost. In reality, dreams, thought. Lost her her life? November 16, 2007. Left Liberalism and all that Jazz! Ok, so now that I have visibly upset all you le.

Tuesday, 16 November 2010. If home is where the heart lies then I am HOMELESS! Tuesday, November 16, 2010. Friday, 10 July 2009. It is a long time ago now. That there was nothing before. Nothing to remember, recall. Nothing to expect, win or lose. I am going to all.