Helter

Morning ride to AM Jain College, Meenambakkam.

Slept in the grass meadows ignoring ant bites.
The heat was permeating everywhere.
The ride back was through hot air.
Very hot air.

More fuel.
For the belly and the tank.

Off to Chennai Central, and back.
To drop the Fox.

Rain at Perambur.
Blazing in Chennai.

Hangout with Sas at the Broken Bridge.
Forrest Gump with the guys.

Why the hell am I not tired..

Cliches

The same old theme. Blasted over and over again. Because it's tried and tested.

That's so predictable.

It's insulting to demean your audience with the same old shit wrapped in new glitter.

Maybe it is because every year a new generation rises up. A generation who are not exposed to the cliches. Maybe, they are the audience that they are looking out for. New beings, who won't identify the pattern of the cliche.

I guess it makes sense to continue with the cliches.