Smaller than Life
Why a blog? Simple. Cacoethes Scribendi -- the urge to write! My literary pretensions and caprices bring me here. Like any writer I write to be read. All my posts, though fettered to my small world and trivially myopic, will live and yearn that somebody connects to them someday. Cognitive frenzies, sardonic musings, aimless banters, incoherent ramblings and trivial indulgences; this is simply an episodic narrative of my trivial world -- in a grain of sand… Smaller than Life.

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When I am dead,
I hope it is said,
'His sins were scarlet,
but his books were read'.

- Hillaire Belloc

This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me, --
The simple news that Nature told
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!

- Emily Dickinson

The thoughts of our past years
          in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction

- William Wordsworth

Thursday, January 22, 2004
 
Misconductor

This morning I was pushed out of a bus because I dared to thrust up a hundred rupee note for a three rupee ticket! I can imagine the Conductor's consternation when early in the morning he has to deal with a joker who demands a ticket and change for hundred-rupee notes! But he would do well to realise that he isnt doing any social service for him to be at liberty to eclectically pick and choose all the passengers who ought to board the bus. The bus was that of the Karnataka State Road Transport Corporation and a mode of public transport. But for the eternally damned law and order system in place, one would have definitely filed for a flagrant violation of human rights law: the right to use a government aided mode of conveyance for the public. After all, technically it is the conductor's job to have ready all denominations of money to render exact change to the passenger. And I was not pestering him for a free ride. I was merely requesting him for some change since, despite my best efforts, I couldn't muster any at all. Anyway, this is no reason for pushing a travelling passenger out of a bus. If anything, he should throw himself out of the bus for failing consummately in his duties as a conductor. It angered me so much that I wanted to pull off a coup by pushing the bugger out of the bus and getting in myself. But I meekly stepped out of the bus and began to wait for the next one! I guess that is one of the compromises that one has to make not so much to reach office early but to conform to the stereotype that the society has set for the peaceable non-interfering corporate employee.



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