Ten thing about bombay locals

If ever Govt of Maharashtra imposes a congestion tax, i am going to supremem court to ask them to pay the local travellers, a rebate in income tax, for bearing the ignominy of travelling in that tin.

The top ten things I like about Bombay Locals -

- Free Body Massage

- Free Foot Massage

- Crushed Shirts (In sync with fashion)

- One is forced keep themselves clean and smelling nice (One has to smell the odor of their Deodorants, while smelling their armpits, just to avoid other nice smelling people)

- Free Face Scrubbing from people's butt (in case you are lucky to be sitting)

- One has to keep fit while trying to get in and out (both are different techniques and take time to master)

- One learns never to board Virar local

- If one is gay, he is pretty comfy. One does not have to pretend no tto be touching, everything you have is touching spmething that someone has.

- There is complete lack of sexual moves (No women, so it keeps men to themselves and harmless)

- You get to know how dangerous women can get. (Ever try to see women thrusting their pelvises to get into the local and you would know, why they are deprived of "you know what".

Anyone who has a problem with congestion, Can I honor me, by allowing them to ride on Local with me and enjoy a mumbai morning. I had change planet for avoiding this phenomenon. It stinks and it smells. How the fuck could they allow fish to be carried on trains. I want some people to look at the cleanliness aspect of this. And the best part, you will always find yourself not the worst smelling guy in the crowd.

it makes you feel better, only if you were a Pig.

Oink Oink.

Last Year

Yet another year is over, and so much has happened since then. It is strange when you look back, you seem to see so many things that would never make sense to you, so many things you disagree with, so many things that change the person that you are. Anyway, talking straight has never been my forte, and here I am on the last day of the year, still confused and trying to figure out a way in life, still wondering what to do in this long journey. For some inexplicable reason, blogging has suffered. It reminds me of how little I write these days. Yes, I would attribute it to a rather busy schedule. Somewhere down the line, lethargy crept in, the brain refused to think, the fingers refused to type, and here I lie in my room looking up at the ceiling and trying to collect the bunch of thoughts.

Well, what more, here I was thinking of what else to write when these bunch of thoughts popped up randomly. Call it one of those monologues I often have with me.

So how old will you be this year?

Too old.

Okay, so what is the most memorable thing that has happened this year?

Nothing really happened.

And the most horrible thing?

Life took a lot of hopes just dashed away. Lots of loved ones, cherished dreams... all gone

Fortuitous luck?

None... bad bad year

Confessions?

I tried real hard.

Resolutions?

Try harder this year.

Two lies and a truth (in any random order).

I want a comfortable life.
I am in love.
I want to be better.

One thing I would like to develop more

Instinct (paradoxical).

Prized possession of the year.

My Bennetton Perfume.

Prized vacation of the year.

Ganapati Phule.

Scandalous news.

I laid some really old woman.

And now?

Just keeping my head above water.

A battle lost

I lost today
for another battle galores
For a moment I had forgotten
sum of all my fears

I lost today
to a ghost, long gone
I heard while it spoke
but it was all too foreign

I lost today
On the slopes of slippery hills
those intermittent salty rivers
brought me down all sad

But, I lost today
I know