madness reloaded

This is an on the spot blog post.
All grammatical errors have to be ignored and taken with a pinch of salt, or lemon or whatever you take it with.

Time flies fast , really fast. And all the experiences that it brings are like trophies that we hang on the wall or keep in the non dusted almirahs that get cleaned once in ten years.

This is like a drunken binge of words, there is not a sense of control, just the rawness of it all.

Right now I have no stories to tell.
A sort of void blankness that is trying to compete with the thought flood in the brain, literally confusing me, when my ears are perched up to hear something that my mom seems to be saying. There is no response that I can formulate at this moment.

And then i break this dance and say "What?".
And I am switched off again.

The train of thoughts, starts with the dinner table.

Today the table looks so clean.
I have to clean my table of books and find the elusive sheet of paper on which the monthly calculation of expense is done.
I am old school , I have no excel sheets.
I still prefer public transport or walking rather than catching an auto.

Walking is good for health. Nowadays the only walking I do is walking to the wash room and coming back to desk. I have not seen a sunset in almost 3 months.

In Three months, my best friend is getting married, to the love of his life. Why is that I have no such fairy tale. Fairy tales are for the gods , I am a demon.
Hahahaha.
Jokes apart, I follow no rules of the gods. In fact i do not believe in it. But yet out of sheer ritual i so a salutation every time I visit the place of worship.

The only reason i go there is to find good food and interesting stories.

I do not like going to pubs and drinking either. It is a place that gives me the creeps. Socialise is the word my friends have for it. I do not see any fun in going to a place and paying for bad food, no heart to heart conversations and splitting heavy bills.

And the high you say, the drink gives you, I can as well get the high by drinking Filter coffee.

Filter coffee is my poison, if I am to go to a place with a coffee vending machine that spews out bad coffee then I am a dead man.

Death is omnipresent, a very real prospect for every being. We are causing deaths of hundreds of trees in the name of development. There will be a reckoning someday.

Today is March 19, Sunday. It is just another day in the long list of days that have come. The work I said I would do is still remaining in the to-do list.

I am without doubt a lazy person, I want to binge watch this new TV series, the bills to be paid is still on the desk that needs to be cleaned.

My bank account has been cleaned up.
Ten days to go for the next salary.
Ten days is a long time in the life of a IT employee, that is almost 7 meetings with the boss ,asking a status update.

Facebook,I had banned Facebook usage in my phone for 120 days but looks like the government has raised the ban.

I have banned the newspaper at my place, also the Tv channels that spread panic 24*7.

And in this thought train 5 minutes were up and my mother came at me with vengeance and shouted at me for not answering her initial question.

And thus this thought train had come ti an end.