To state the obvious, nothing ever turns out quite the way we plan it.
It's Christmas time again, and it does not seem that way. Big surprise there, it's been a quiet rainy season. A year of many twists and turns. And as the hour of reflection dawns upon us, as a new year approaches with its new resolutions and ambitions. There is much doubt and uncertainty, the dust has yet to settle. Perhaps when it does, things will be a little clearer. Perhaps we'll be able to make better choices, perhaps, perhaps.
But for now, the gloom continues, the thick mists pierced by tiny shafts of light that make a dying world turn to soak up the last bit of warmth, like a wilting flower struggles to suck up the last few drops of moisture from a desert plane.

I have given this much consideration (all of 5 seconds) and I have come to the conclusion that go karting just cannot compare with the thrill of the open road and live targets!

It easier to leave than be left behind.

According to my calculations I should be able to go on a real vacation in about 20 years or so.

Counting the days... :)

KR Puram Bridge

My foot taps uneasily, break - accelerator - break. Vindicated blares on the radio. The sun beats down. My fingers tap along the steering wheel keeping time. Eyes watch through the glass, sometimes vacantly. Men, women, boys sitting on sacks, hanging out of the back of tempos. What's going through their minds I wonder, is it important? something trivial? Their faces, their expressions leave much to interpretation and the imagination. And then, traffic gives way. The road opens up and a cool rush of wind alleviates the burning heat and I zoom out into the empty space of the outer ring road. All else forgotten as the pleasure of the open road takes over.

Note to self-
Always walk with your head up and look people in the eye.
Makes the pretense of confidence more believable.

Life isn't fair
People are jerks, even the nice ones.
Accepting that makes it easier to live.

Even pigs can bleed.

Emotional dustbin