21 October 2006


The door is pushed open by the wind, and shut, and opened... the cool wind gushes in intermittently. God mysteriously brings rain on Deepavali, even to Indore. Rain on this day used to piss me off many years back. Not anymore though. Crackers don't send blood rushing through my veins anymore. Showing off new clothes to anyone who cares to look, buying more fireworks than I could use... all that's gone. I'm too old for that kind of stuff. It's harder to get high as I grow older.

I'm sitting in my hostel room, listening to the rain... getting tutored to eat fellow dogs, amass wealth and die. Wish me luck.


Sudarshan said...

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.

Anonymous said...

wish i'd taken the other pill