Its Friday

last hour of a friday before leaving on a trip is the longest possible hour of any week...

weekly activities made my brain loose the metadata tags somewhere so it is always scrambled these days, might be people can play scrabble with it to make out something somewhere...

somewhere to travel every weekend is nice and just 8hrs back i decide it for this week to travel... though like Oracle tells in Matrix, 'the choice is already made, it is just matter of time before you realize it'

it is friday fever, that i ate veg biriyani and manchurian in 4 hour gap..

gap between my thoughts and action has not reduced still...

still not decide what i would like to do for the weekend, though i know what is gonna be like...

like this week, next week four days i have to do lot of work before i hit the roads...

roads this time has to take me with all the changes that have re-happened after it were undone after 2 years of turmoil...

turmoiling alone is not that has happened, it is been fun and showed what is reality...

reality now has become a mirage...

mirage in the great indian desert was the only place had the cahnce to drive malena/shilpa...

Malena/shilpa two ladies from different countries united under the label actress is an example of object in a class...

class rooms have been designed to teach us to be obedient...

obedient people never revolt...

revolt is the only way to break through the cycle...

cycle is one thing that never ends in any phase of life...

life has become so slow, that i write this on this last hour of Friday...