Irony of Life

Six months back,
When the head feels heavy, the vision is blurred, the sun is peeping through the window, I slowly opened my eyes. Searched for the mobile which was somewhere near. Checked the time. It was late. But I dint care, I wanted to sleep more. So I did sleep more. The i wake up half an hour after that. It was a monday morning. I had to go to college. I opened my wardrobe. My clothes were neatly pressed and arranged. I took out the worst of the shirts and wore it. I dint care how i looked. I looked at the watch. It was 8:30. I had to be at college by 9. I dint care about that. I wanted to be a bit economic and wanted to catch the bus. But its too late. I took the bike and left to college!

Now,
When the head feels heavy, the vision is blurred, the sun is peeping through the window, the thought struck me, that I was late I had to leave for office. It was a monday morning. You know the usual monday syndrome. I opened my closet to check if i had any clothes at all. Then I looked at the laundry basket. It was overflowing. Then I again looked into my wardrobe. I picked up a wrinkled shirt. Smelt it to check if it was washed. Felt a relief when it smelt good. Then I spent 5 minutes asking my room-mate to iron it for me. He refuses! Then i do one of the most painful job of the universe. I pressed the shirt. I then listen to the curses of the fellow being that i was the reason for all of the guys being late. We left! To the office, to work,to earn!

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Rail Road Blues...

It was the most comfortable train journey ever!(sarcastic!) Chennai to Bangalore, bangalore express.It was literally like the fevicol ad in which prople just stick to any possible part of the bus.A very good income for the railways department and also to the damned TTR!The highlight of the journey was a middle aged woman with 2 children and apparently looked like she was from a well off family!She had asked me a question when i ignored her as she struggled; which had made me go mad for about an hour.She asked me, "Excuse me, do you have a heart for this little kid?" Wow! That was the 1st time someone actually questioned the presence of my heart.I was angry. To the biggest extent quite some time. It made proud about my self esteem to be angry.
I had wanted to ak her "You`d rather book your tickets earlier then questioning the presence of other people`s heart".The girl which my friend volunteered to keep on his lap was a good entertainment.

I just wonder. Its just not me. Its a whole bunch of people who refuse to help voluntarily.Is it a right for me to not help people because, I paid more and booked a 2nd class ticket?Of course they should`ve planned and booked tickets earlier. But, still its not gonna hurt to break the shell and help!NO! I did not help the poor woman. She stood between the several legs which had struggled to squeeze in.
I dint think of helping her by getting up. Figuratively speaking, the compartment would`ve held upto 300 people sitting and stand with a fair level of discomfort.
But there were nearly 500 people. When the situation is so bad, should I sacrifice my seat for a woman who is standing staring at her 2 kids sitting on strangers` laps?
I really felt the nausea of me not able to do anything about it. After a long time, I felt bad for the mean-ness i`ve delivered.Everytime I looked into her eyes, I saw hatred. Of course she dint have the right to hate me. And I was least bothered to care.But, "One cant be more spiteful nor more cruel, especially when they hate someone for all the wrong reasons", I had read in a book.
So, I felt some arrows flying directly at me!

I do not know why I thought that much for the last hour of the train journey.
But, it did hit my mind, inspite of the 100s of children and really really loud aunties.But yet confused. Confused of why I am here. What I am doing?Guess everyone searches for the answers for that question.And, I guess, hardly anyone finds answers.
I just move on to go to office and do nothing, but blog!

Apologies = "NULL"

People tend to commit the same mistakes again and again. Just like me not posting for a long long time! So, a sane human who knows he commits a mistake, will apologise. The apologies, just gets worthless after the 1st time! So, I dare not apologise this time! Anyways, I`m sorry that i`m not here to stay. It`ll probably take atleast another 2 weeks for me write my next post!

There are 2 kinds of people in the world. The arrogant egotistic assholes and the idiots. The 1st kind talk and the 2nd kind actually "listens". The arrogant egotistic assholes get to their egotic(i dont even know if its a word) best when in crisis. Why the hell am I talking about this?? Yeah. Coz, I`m one of the idiots. It takes some time for "us" idiots to realise how idiotic it is for "us" to listen to these god-forbidden offenders.

There arent any good people around. Even if they are good, they are equally anti-social. So they cancel each other! Evil is what people are. People are totally heartless to even fight about something else over a dead person. There are friends. Friends who are immune; so immune that they cant even console a friend for his loss; who sleeps as a friend cries for his loss. The earth rotates because of ego. Ego is necessary. But, There should be love and willingness to help.

I`m just pissed off at something that had happened. Might look like a piece of crap to people who read. I apologise!

P.S. Equi, I got your fever. I started posting my titles in JAVA style. ;-)