Costa Coffee, IGI. Delhi 37.

Finally some time to write! Its 5 in the morning at the Delhi airport and the first thing I notice is.. its still raining chicks! After a hundred years of solitude at depressing places like Rudrapur, Pantnagar and in the bus commuting between the two, I was what the spiritualists call a Sensitive Subject! I had reached that depth of gloom and bodily discomfort when a sudden smile from a Japanese girl next to you at the coffee kiosk or a heavenly thank you from the girl at the check-in row, has all the effect of a strong liquor and good news administered simultaneously, warming the blood and comforting the soul. Its like this world has very generally transformed from a bleak desert to a land flowing with milk and honey.

I am the only one amonst people I can relate to at my workplace who managed to get an official leave. The feeling was better than even cleaning Sultan Singh Bisht at the Dalvi encounter. After an eternity of numbness at the plant, a couple of weeks without ends and Ramsay schedules there was finally something for me to look up to. Nervous and imaginative that I always was, atleast as my friends know me, has in some respect undergone a Darwinian transformation. A subtle flaw in my character was that though I was kind hearted enough in most respects, I listened with a regrettable feeling of impatience and irritation to the confessions of those less happily situated on the altars of maturity and general expected intelligence. I believed, it was their responsibility and my right, that they reserve such conversations for the ear of those like them. But now, I have the nerve to imagine myself to be a punching bag to work peoples' bad temper off. I generally can stand it when mr bubblejit (I dont use capitals for men like him!) can dare to suppose that he has the immortal spirit to nag and bully me, whenever his suicidal way of working lands him in the ring with a handicapped cage match coming his way.

And here I am, at a place with neatly dressed people in shades other than blue and white and gawd.. I am happy for a change. I am being miraculously intutive and accepting the easier explanation that all my friends would be waiting to meet me just the way I am. And this thought, coming on top of a prolonged mood of despair and general dissatisfaction with everything mundane, is acting on me like some powerful chemical (dot 3 brake oil you make assume :P). There is a lot to be said in excuse for this impatience but even if people arent excited enough to see me, Il surely make things happen in these 4 n aa haaf days to come! Ok. Ill do something else now.