It’s the wonderful time of Sunday morning, around 4 a.m., and I am already awake for more than an hour now. People usually tend to sleep late on holidays; I habitually get up early on Sundays; I want it to be a long long day.
There were times when I had a whole lot of things to do on Sundays and I used to start getting anxious about them from Saturday nights only! I will probably find something to do now as well.
It’s Sunday! As usual, a little sweet, a little sore! How much can a poor soul entertain itself! Explore places, take photos, edit in Picasa, geotag, upload, etc., etc., etc.; a dog playing with his own tail! It’s Sunday.
Took a little break, took a tour, within a hand’s distance: Medical Square, Reshimbag, Joshi Wadapaao, again Medical Square, Tukdoji Square, within a hand’s distance! As long as a caged bird can fly! But I know why the caged bird sings!!
N.B. Once again an old (and incomplete) post from the drafts of my ScribeFire. Sorry guys for giving nothing new in a while!
It was really a long long day and a kind of hectic one. Except what I cannot write, there is really nothing to write. A friend of mine had an accident and got a kind of serious facial trauma, may be a mandibular fracture etc., and I spent almost all the day getting bored in the hospital.
There are two worlds. Several things happen outside, oftentimes not worth to mention. And inside me, a stream of life keeps on going, a stream of life, a stream of life… I myself have made a hell of it 
of what it could have been
Gonna read an illusion of MrugajaLache Baandhkaam (Making of an Oasis) by Marathi poet Grace. It’s in her Marathi Literature syllabus. She has brought notes of it and I will have to console myself with them instead of the original book. I know not what I am writing, just trying to postpone being together, to live out of the stream of life, the stream of life that is inside me, or I am in it, I don’t know, I just don’t want to get out of it…
It is late evening of a not-so-happening Sunday. I am watching some movie while writing this post, and I don’t want don’t want don’t want to get out of my stream of life
Again, this fake line just to show the world, it’s okay, I’m happy 
Update: By the way, the outer world has gone asleep, and I am kind of more happy now than I was in the last line
You said it truly, I’m a kind of net-freaky. I slept at 1 a.m. last night (for whatever reasons) and am again on my PC for about an hour. I need a rehab…
The Facebook was full of Anna Hazare stuff for the last few days, thanks God that government intervened to accept his demands soon, or I would have to stop Facebooking. A too-much-enthu-about-everything friend of mine had also organized a candle march to support Anna, but the government accepted Anna’s demands before the scheduled march and the too-much-enthu-about-everything friend again had to send notice to everyone about cancellation of the march (the poor guy could not think of a victory march) (By the way, this too-much-enthu-about-everything friend believes that Ramdeo Baba is the greatest patriot of this time).
I wanted to share “If you could be my dhruva star, I would never ask you to fall in my arms” on facebook, but seeing all that Anna Hazare stuff, I was a little hesitant to discourage the enthu activists with my personal stuff.
This is not a way to get your demands accepted yaar, certainly not a democratic one. You do or I will die, this is like my wife threatens me every now and then that she would harm herself if I don’t listen to her…:(
Hmm finally, found someone to think alike, Olive Oyl (whose mamma think Anna is really a Lal Bahadur Shastri’s look-alike) with her the great India Stalker
P.S. Wish if it had created a true and unbiased public opinion
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