wind in my hair...

another bus ride across town.there were too many gawdily dressed women on the streets today.i didnt go to park sreet for,frankly,i didnt wish to be groped.
besides excessive light and psychedelia nowadays depresses the hell out of me.
park street reeks of jing bang and such like.
and i hate when those barely clad little beggars come asking for money.they have taken to selling gums these days.albeit,none buys them.but they go selling them,still.
somebody ought to give them a reward for such hopefulness.
if there is something i really lack,its hope.
i remember i had once told S that its faith that keeps us going through life.
i fear i dont have enough faith these days.

on a different note,did you know there are people who play chess on the railings underneath the gariahat flyover?its the most amusing thing i have noticed offlate.

have a happy new year all of you!