What is the point of everything anyways?
There was this guy who was canvassing for the upcoming elections just outside the Green Park Metro Station in Delhi today.
His name was Kamal Sound. I mean like who the fuck has a surname ‘Sound’ in India. But then it was right there, the dais he was using to provide his animated rhetoric had the name in bold white - “KAMAL SOUND”. And then I noticed the loud speaker above me which also identified itself as KAMAL SOUND.
This was in the morning, just before noon, when I was already like an hour late for office. A bad performance from Liverpool always affects my efficiency, especially if its a late night match.
I take the metro to Huda City Center every fucken day. It’s a joke. I commute across states to get to work. It’s almost like going to the end of the world. Things would be better if I could park my butt while I was travelling to the moronic address my office decided to have in goddamn Haryana which is another state.
I don’t even know why I do it. Its pointless, is what it is.
Last fortnight I did make up my mind to leave it all, head back home and learn more about my exotic culture and everything. But I backed out again. Its just frustrating to be in a position you don’t want to be and not have the balls to do something else too. You just kind of amble away like the goddamn metro and the doors open up at every station and you can get off at any station if you want. But you don’t. You get off at HUDA CITY CENTER and go to work. I don’t even know what’s up with that. It’s exasperating so I write a blog about it. And really there is no point to anything apart from the fact that I’m out of my hiatus again.