Can life fuck you? Believe it or not, in one way or another the answer will always be affirmative for anyone. And not surprisingly we will always be on the receiving end. Today was my turn to receive a handful…

ON A BIKE RIDE FROM COCHIN TO COIMBATURE TO PALAKKAD

Today I leveled up leaps & bounds by riding not through mere villages, cities, or district but frigging state. I ain’t beating around the bush but gradually I am starting to believe that the biggest con in our country is our very own government. Cops in southern part are as wretched as anywhere in India but brute too. Besides having fat bellies & gun for their defense, they are also blessed with ludicrous laws. Give me one damn reason why an insurance policy is mandatory? And comically we had one 200 kms away & listen to the ingenious idea of A.G.Andastagger “Move 400 kms back & forth, give me the insurance document or else pay Rs.500 fine for your mistake”. Haha mistake sir, I saw over dozen prostitutes, children working underage, innumerable people surviving on empty stomach, but it’s our mistake that that we don’t have an unnecessary document. Now I know why people find pun in ‘Blind Law’ (Andha Kanoon). Let’s cut this shit & move to Coimbature…

Personally speaking cities are as interesting as maths, figures of people everywhere & add some monumental site, and you will get an outcome of finest recipe of human mistakes – Over Population. People watching was definitely not in my to-do list, okay I hadn’t had a list but I would prefer to watch monkeys over morons. I’d rather live in a village full of greenery over any polluted urbanized city on any fucking day.

I don’t deny about living in my ivory tower, to hell I even pray for these glory moments. And when life gives me lemons I don’t rise to fall again, but add vodka & gulp it down till I pass the fuck out anyfuckingwhere ~

Bid adieu…