Res Ipsa Loquitur

Some real events methinx are stranger than a Marquez's fantabulous imaginativeness.But just as shit happens, things happen.As you can see.


Stranger than a village becoming collectively amnesic? Yeah, maybe....maybe not.But anyways...( ok Gabriel you re King)

Whoever would have thought:
- That I leave for Vellore in the night of yesterday and am back home today morning. Did I cut across a time vector and travel like Marty McFly in a time machine?
Nein, I just lazed my legs wherever I could get some space in a Warsaw ghetto like Pf No 1 on Pune Railway Station trying to catch some 39 winks, my already syringobulbic neck contorted into a Cartman like immobile stiff painful wry thing with only lateral eye movements possible, mumbling Cartman like filthy f**kin foul fluff at the Indian Railways, the rain, the irritating f**kin flies, the overpriced Comesum menu and at anything in general, stayin awake on syrupy tea and soggy vadas, walking back home at 5 am after fighting and again abusing the gold digger rickshaw wallahs who want to take you for a ride to nowhere else but your own home; watchin BJ at 5am- hell I have seen BJ at 2 am , 3 am, 4 am.....not 5 am- thats zzzzz time.


- That I would pick the porn DVD that some hopeless, helpless, worthless male species left at the Railnet Cybercafe- and even try playing it on my desktop without bothering to run a virus scan. Gosh....the things boredom does to an otherwise sane mind.

Anyways thats done. Am stil waiting for my train to arrive and for me to say arrivederci to Pune.Everywhere I look I see people. Until now I was under the delusion that there are too many vehicles in Pune. Now I believe there are too many people that drive those vehicles.My mind goes back to sitting at South Station in Boston for 4 hours on an October night chatting about accents with an Iranian at an Au Bon Pain eatery and guzzling dunkin a donut in a coffee for the first time.Was so much more peaceful.But then in being crowded this is at least safer than a NY/Philly subway station! Small joys, kiljoy!

Other stranger things: How one hour of rain can cause 12 hour delays,Kaka quarreling with me and me having the temerity to give him a piece of my mind,Kakrani's ego and impulsive impishness,his pathetic attempt to kick me where it hurts;where all the money we pay for Dean's signatures go to,...and hell...hold...I am revealing too much methinx. Mea culpa, maaf karo.The Boss is always right! Right?