surrendering some churva for a bit of chenes
(pls click here to find out how i spent my forty third year in two thousand and twelve.) "in my youth, i was too busy making a living that i forgot how to live. i want to change that now," mahatma gandah. "anyway, i can always rely on the kindness of strangers." it's raining heavily outside, as if there was a storm, and soon some streets were flooded, garbage floated like dead fish killed by too much pollution. the weather just matched my mood. i was feeling the blues, and hopefully it would stay that way and not morphed into reds, heavy reds. when i am blue, i usually just watch my favourite movies like the english patient, the age of innocence or before sunrise/sunset and i would be fine. when i feel the mean reds, it gets worse. i have to go out, get really drunk and hunt afterwards. or else, i would sink into the depth of misery, while crazy thoughts would plague my beleaguered mind like throwing myself out of my forty-story flat and i...