Boring Days

i am not that good to quote focoult and other philosophers..... and equate it to my life and those around me. i more at home reading and understanding something more real. i think they call it being realistic. so maybe i am a realist. no idea man.....nver wanted to make one. am not a star or some VIP..i write for fun.
I am bored. thats why i intend to invade the blogging sites. fill it up with my mindless, useless, baseless gooblegook to let out the steadily building frustration in me. in mumbai (as some political fanatics in maharastra insist) quotient of fun has gone down. smking ban in public places and non-availability of other stuffs made lives sad. only way is to stare at the ceiling fan rotating..... rotating..... Zzzzzzzzzz.

i cant believe that i have become a good soul(temporarily). i read books, newspapers avidly now..... a habit which i had given up for quite few years. now i am reading and have been accumulating knowledge rather than indulging in my favorite past time....:P


been here in mumbai from 30th sept..... but so far.... i have been bored. i wake up arnd midday.... go for my daily jobs..... then by lunch am bored. post lunch i am scratching my head and ass while thinking what to do...
4 pm.. i am yet to decide what to do. i wish i was at home. pujas are going on there. cud have met few ppl....pigged out somewhere. culd hve chked out some girls while pandal hopping. spend evening in opium or oly's and then waste away near outram ghat or some other place. if i were at home...then no need to plan.... just go.... something will come up. BUt no.... am stuck in some stupid internship. bloody marathis dnt knw abt celebrating a festival or how to have a festive mood. all they knw is to count money.[Baburao re.....]
life is so sad..... i wish something exciting to happen.....