Mao is alive !!

A lil something that i wrote a long long time back on a train journey ....train journeys are when i'm at ma creative best .. i wonder why ... might be cuz at that single point in time so many worlds , so many lives , so many people who we would probably never meet again in our lives share a common destination .. share a common destiny..kinda overwhelming aint it ? ...neways will write about it some other time...cut to the chase

Eyes weary, three days of salt n pepper stubble on the face... the haunted look of an addict without his drug ..forlorn as a lover away from his beloved ...restless as a poet away from his muse..searching .. searching allover the compartment for a glimpse .... But alas ..people people everywhere yet not a single sheet of todays newspaper...

Disgust written large all over our Maos face, hair done up smartly or irritably in the stiff coatbrush style , he looks ready to jump from the moving train for want of his daily dose of nirvana.And it is specific nirvana he wants.It is quest for news of our beloved Dada thats driving this bristling bundle of energy who eats idealogy for breakfast and breathes cricket and Sourav through the rest of the day ..

Ahhh!! Eureka atlast !! Theres God in the heavens afterall!! Mao spots a newspaper protruding from under the fat bottom of a buxom lady on the next seat...and praise the lords its even a current one !! His eyes singin the hallelujah our Mao holds his back straight..firms out the wrinkles on his worn out coat ... pushes his specs firmly onto the dignified communist nose and like Sourav facing upto the quicks.. faces upto heaven or rather its earthly incarnate..Todays Telegraph!!

Heya and all that jazz..

Hmm so here we go .... the world is not a safe place anymore now that the confessions of ma dangerous mind are out in public domain ..pushed prodded blackmailed into finally tappin the keyboard instead of ma trusty ink spouter..and its not so bad afterall..

So where do we start ? If ur thinking this would be a formal introduction of who i am ,what i do, which brand of underwear i wear then i'm terribly sorry to break it to you harshly .. take a hike ... this blog isnt about me .. this blog is is about nothing in particular .. but then again "nothing in particular" is just about "everything" turned inside out . So i have the the freedom of speech of a madman and a fast internet connection.. God save the queen and all her prim and propah subjects :)...Lazypegasus is on the prowl ...