Rush hour

It starts with one thing.I dont know why but i decided to utilise my holidays and here i am..tired from the gruelling journey back home at this late hour.

Uuffoo!!how trying it is to travel by bus during peak hours!!There is hardly any standing space what with all the people in a hurry to get back home and being as unaccomodating as possible.Its kind of wierd how people think they could still fit into that space which they consider available.Maybe its just the need to get to their destination.Or maybe just the time factor.Or maybe just for the heck of it.

Inevitably the picture of Mumbai rails comes into mind...wonder how they manage to get down at their station when people keep hanging at the doorstep itself.Some one i know said once that people stand at the entrance of the compartment just to ensure geting down at their destination.And half the time they dont manage it.

Enuf crap!!Catching some sleep now...

The post below speaks for itself.Its time i think we stopped and considered.

thru the looking (thinking) glass...

I think I'm losing it..i don't have the will power i had a while ago.i promised myself not to think about a few things, but they seem to manifest themselves every turn i take.how can someone avoid what has become a part of themselves?a part that is so essential for survival of that personality?a part which hides and also brings into fore the very best of that person?something which is so necessary for the sanity of the person-without which they cant envision life or any further dealings with mankind?

your mind knows that saying a NO is the only answer-but your heart keeps wavering.such a fickle thing it is!the heart sees through the drama unfolding around as does the mind.but the mind has the facilities of thinking straight and discretion.the mind cannot keep attachments while they are primal heart's existence.well i hope u get what i mean-the heart as u feel it ..not the one that keeps pumping blood mechanically.how i wish the heart too performed its activities mechanically -like a robot.why cant these feelings cease to exist?why should the heart take things so seriously, think upon them so much and hurt itself?cant it just behave like a passenger in a train looking at the passing scenery?the heart doesn't like to hurt itself -as Paulo Coelho put it..but my experience shouts the opposite-that's only what the heart is capable of-inflict pain on itself and the person who wears it on his sleeve.the mind can compartmentalize things and prioritize them.it has use only for things becoming of attention.how i wish the heart and mind worked together-for then the person could be impassionate and aloof...but then how can they when the heart and mind stay at right angles(?) to one other.
so many questions...

i need answers...desparately..