A Clue that was given..
I don't remember things well, but I rather think it was Aristotle or one of those other intellects who said: ' Life gives you clues: Rest depends upon how well you use them'. Well, the point I am driving at is that, the man is correct. Absolutely!
It was like this.. I reside 4 kms away to the East from my office. I usually take a road that runs south for a few furlongs before it meets Arcot road, on which further down was my Workplace ultimately. I turn right at the signal in the X junction and ride westwards to the office. Rarely, I take the other road from my home, which leads me to the main road. There's the petrol bunk near the intersection. Then I'll have to travel towards east and take a u-turn to take the west bound road. (I bet you scored well in your Geography papers at school if you could understand what I've just said!)
Yesterday, I was going to the office and incidentally took the second road.. I cursed my absence of mind and went ahead the circuitous route. I wouldn't have passed over a kilometer from the traffic signal I mentioned, that my bike started losing speed with mild jolts and rumbles.. What's wrong? I peeped into the speedometer. After some instant calculation I figured out I had driven more than 200kms for the four litres of petrol I had filled three days ago. Hmm. That also indirectly meant that now the tank is dry! What shall I do? Well, din't have any other go. I pushed my bike back towards the gas station.. Why did I take the second road? This is more than just a coincidence so to say..
Note: I typed this last week but couldn't afford time to post it. I suppose that was just too bad a crap to be called as a post.. Anyway I AM SO CRAPPY nowadays!

Is there a measure to judge how good a joke is? Well, Read
Why the place around me, so vibrant few days before, has altogether turned
gray? Or is it only me that's desiccated? Why does this vicious cycle of
pleasure and pain haunt me? I am confused; What makes me confounded? I don't
know. Something dictates misery and I yield to it. Am I taking it on myself?
Why should I? All this is draining me.. There are hundred things to be
sorted out, thousand decisions have to be made. Time is seeping out of the
glass, until it will be too late. Will I recover? Recover soon enough? I am
frightened!
