the day with dead-heat 22 Sept 2010

After sleeping for long hours i decide not to wake up again, not to see things around me, not to think about things in which i have no clue to where they would lead me. Suddenly an overt words fell in my ears, yes that was daily schedule I got up and close the door. The feeling of jilt was obvious but i ignored that. I know this is not about the behaviour but its about need that change behaviour and that is natural ordinance through which every one goes. I don't care as the days are not much but those oblivious days are beholden in some way. The life goes on and small things becomes quasi amnesic to us. We don't care and don't bother about the futile past but its better to lock it somewhere familiar to you. Today a rainy wednesday in delhi, one among the last weeks of around 2years of the commence of my voyage of autonomy, just sitting and wondering 'what now' the decision has been taken and the flight has decided to switch to new altitude, but not now its the time of landing, the intermission is started but the new height is mysterious because the decision is very much scrutable.