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It is really difficult to find a title for every post and "Untitled" sounds so very uncool.


So it is another Sunday and just about a month and a half since the last post. That sucks. The other day I was wondering what would inspire me to write something. Yesterday did. At the Bandra station, the three of us were standing when a boy and a girl came along to ask directions for the train to Dadar. I must mention that among all my friends here, it is a common opinion that no one knows the transportation more than I do. Something they can do without, but that is for another day. I was on a call when Raju (one of the three) asked me where would the Dadar bound train be. I confused it with the slow train and pointed to platform 1. In hindsight, I was thinking platform nine and three quarters when suddenly I realized that I just gave them the wrong direction. Since then, I have been contrite. To compound matters, when I got on to the Dadar bound train, they were staring right in my face, and like a celebrity (that goes without saying in matters concerning me) convict who shies away from the camera after having been caught for some faux pas, I buried my face in my palm. I think guilt is the strongest of emotions that can happen to a man.