Tuesday, May 27, 2003

I'm in the mood to be violently ill...

To throw glasses off the rooftop and pluck the grass fron its deepest roots, to bash random people and draw claw marks in red ink....
Might as well add to the list while I'm at it.

1. Peel skin off in patterns of squares
2. Stick stones in all my shoe soles
3. Rip the seats off new bikes
4. Dunk every person that tells me not to do whatever it is that he tells me not to do
5. Scream gibberish at people who create scenes on roads
6. Scream

And no, I'm not suicidal. I just want nothing to do with this dastardly business of decison-making.
Couldn't I have found a slower train? This one travelling at the speed of rotting light, threatened to put my old Fiat to shame.
But anyway, it did calm down the frenzy I am so dying to get into...

Plonked down in a corner of the ladies' compartment and watched innumerable dramas simultaneously unfold...
Soap Opera No.1: Lady with the lovely nose ranting in voice like foghorn about her sister-in-law who set another in-law on fire...
Soap Opera No.2: Kid on the top berth spraying remnants of stale bread on the hellion below...and the grandmom jus called the kid a har**mi...what will this country ever come to?;)
Soap Opera No.3: Is more like a documentary...the price of every commodity under the Sun is being subjected to a comparative analysis...Alphonso mangoes, Kokum, Potatoes, Tomatoes, Madras chillies, Cane Baskets, etc etc etc...and incidentally, these were two extremely housewifely women, each gabbing in their respective tongues to perfect comprehension..also expounded that the reason for the unexpected lowering of prices was the war in Iraq and the closure of exports...I so love this country...

And the faces, oh the faces...lined and smooth and dark and light and proud and wrinkled...the faces you see on trains..stupefying and beautiful....

The 10.40 local from Pune Station....is my only chance at sanity...