i have realised that i have an extremely bad habit of staring at people.
as a result of this, i get eventually get The Stare back, or i catch people in the act.
they all look at me as though i just sprouted dingleberries on my forehead.
but, whatever.
my concern is not regarding getting The Stare.
it is about me giving it.
and about me making notes in my head about the people i stare at.

i got on to the auto today.
the man sitting beside the driver in front was digging his nose and was looking into the rear-view mirror.
that was until he saw me staring back at him.
humiliated, he started giving me the you-don't-have-to-stare-kid look because i, like the complete moron that i am, deprived him of his independence.
after all, india is a free country and everyone is allowed to do what they want.
they are the free citizens of india, after all.

i went for a concert in the evening.
a friend's band was playing.
they were pretty decent.
they were then followed by this band called Steel.
well, i don't know whether they really were a band.
i mean, were they?
or was it just me?!

and then there was the crowd.
oh, yes.
that is the whole point of this extremely boring post.
The Crowd.
with all the coolio people the city could ever produce.
doing the whole "bhashan" routine to "Coming Back to Life".
all of it made a very interesting watch.
there were people, who had not even heard of bands called Pink Floyd and AC/DC, "headbanging".
"moshing".
wow.
they make me feel good.
i don't know why.
i look at them.
i stare.
i GAPE.
i make mental notes.
and i keep safe distance.


there are times when i think that maybe i be a tad bit too elitist.




and then there are times when i ask myself why i even write.
like now.
no point.
no one reads.
bleh.