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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

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 o

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