i don't really like driving... i believe it's one of those mindless things like cricket or videogames or beer that can be 'loved' and even worshipped only by guys... so, i was almost glad of my chauffeur chauffeuring me to and from my office when i had my big accident with the bus... i for my part, sat pillion and kept up a steady stream of gyan about how to drive and general life, food, animals, roads, shopping, etc etc though i suspect he heard little, especially when he sometime he looked a little my way and slammed the visor decidedly shut...

but now that the chauffeur has found other distractions, his exams, i am left to fend for myself... i've watched too many 'final destinations' and taken them way too seriously for a healthy life... do you realise how many near fatal accidents could happen on your 'harmless' trip to the office... the lorry infront of you carrying all those washing machines might decide to empty them all on you... that creaking tree in the wet rain might at any time crack open and fall on you... that luggage-auto in front of you with stuff sticking out of everywhere might just nick your jugular and you might die bleeding on the sidewalk... ah!! ghastly things...

ok, on a less crazy note, monsoons are a pain... i know, i know, it's the fad to gush about how pleasant they are, but trust me, i haven't come across any... the potholes, the slippery roads... and going swimming everyday has become a total ordeal... imagine cold, various degrees of it, and changing every few seconds, attacking you from 360 degrees and three dimensions... the water's freezing, the air above it is freezing and to top it all, there is a sadistic wind doing rounds... oh, i almost forgot, and it begins to drizzle... every single day!!!

ok, that's about it... a discontinuous, length of cribby rambling... actually, i'm horribly hungry and waiting for sangee to join me at my breakfast... and thought i'd just scribble a little...