diary of a traveler

Its 8:30 in the morning. I am sucking my finger desperately to stop the bleeding.Its just a small cut on my index finger but a big blow on my conscience reminding me of the dangers of being alone, having not a single relation to call in need. I have no idea what i was hurrying for but i did drive my right hand too fast to wait for consulting my eyes and it bumped into a used blade inside my shaving cabinet injuring my poor index finger. "What the hell, i don't know any method to stop the bleeding", i abused myself. Here was an unexpected panic situation, i had no option but to rush to the nearest medical store for first aid. Luckily its no serious wound except that it has caused me to think seriously about my cutoff-from-society status.

It was a long and boring journey in the state transport bus. The driver tested our patience with plenty of stops giving us a surprize chance to measure our tolerance level and collected extra cash in the process. No need to say that we passed the test painfully and reached Kanha national park with tortured looking faces. Ohh, i just missed to mention two european cheer girls that joined us midway and motivated us to finish the test, ok, they were not cheer girls exactly but good enough to revital us in the tiring heat. Most of us felt lucky that the girls decided to stay in the same hotel as ours but i thought it was our hard work in completing the frustrating journey that paid us blonde inedible fruits. I had already completed one round of daydreaming bout 'em during the bus journey and the second round in Kanha was too hot to handle as they were to spend night within few yards from us. Dreams apart, none of us dared start any conversation with 'em and we proceeded to inqu...

Nothing terrible has occured, no exchange of harsh words with parents or their supporters. My tooth brush was in place, i did get my morning tea with cigarettes and even my bowels got emptied nicely this morning. Then what's wrong with me today? I am feeling restless and irritated since morning with the what-to-do-next-i-have-no-idea look on my face. Somehow the turbulent morning has passed and its the usual lunch break time as i m writing this. No apparent reason i can figure out as the restlessness remains the same after about 4 hours. Possibly i will damage my scooter today but as i have to go out to eat, there's no option except betting some bones of my scooter and mine too. Lunch finished, i am back to my bed calculating losses of day trading. My loneliness is about to hit me at the weakest point as the evening is approaching. And the evening ends without much trouble watching a bollywood flick on married life. Just imagine having a self-made breakfast while your better ha...

Unbelievable ! I couldn't believe my eyes when i saw men carrying pessengers in their pedal rickshaw outside Jabalpur railway station. Night of September 21, 2008 had just begun and i was to begin my official tour cum on job study of Information technology in the heart of India. Honestly, i felt pain in my legs as that lean man carried me in his pedal-rickshaw. Anyway on reaching my hostel, i found myself lost in thoughts about the weeks ahead in an unknown region about a thousand kms. far from my residence. Worries of adjusting with the new routine made me forget that leg pain. Luckily my room partner was sweet and talkative like me and i knew from the day one that peace will prevail in the room. Ok, forget everything, you badly need a good sleep after the 24 hour journey - i told myself ! Its so fresh and chilled out - morning in the outskirts of the small town ! I almost fell in love with the place just for the blissful peace as i realized what i had been going through in past t...

Its special, one more milestone crossed today on the bumpy ride towards the diamond jubilee of india's independence ! Never mind even if the road disappears abruptly and your Sedan goes into tractor mode, be positive and feel the thrill of ploughing ! Now as the journey was never meant to be fruitful, the failed monsoon is no issue here. The issue is i couldn't smell the fresh pages of today's newspaper, missed the aroma of black ink meaningfully spread over it. One more habit that has potential to make me gloom ! Hunger takes over creativity from here and i have to leave my fans, friends and wannabe in-laws with an unsure promise that i will try to give 'em all the details of the diamond jubilee celebration program in a week. See you as a number on my blog's visit counter !