how deadly..

lot of it. insanity sometimes. a loneliness at times. random people. long talks. longer pauses. no more luxurious.
sg palya like muslim houses. dogmatic talks. talks filled with muslim dogma. anti-left dogma one more end.
oh busses.. binaries of metros. metros nice nice. simar was much nicer.
a day with puy. last night in that muslim suberb. muslim godma. i mean it, if you really ever understand that word.
should get tickets soon for back.
how hot it is..! terribly hot. rained too..
oh that girl was really nice. she was beautiful too. that one i met in the bus. that muslim school girl who got down at jamia and showed me way to meet puy. she was extremely nice i think.
dont even know her name though.
a night -yesterday night- of that stay with ones i never knew. all old stuffy muslim buildings. they are hot too.. here every thing gets hotter with extra humidity added to hotness.
jnu camput not so bad though.. oh!
oh! the way i got down and speedened my walk as soon as i got down paid auto guy and more importantly as soon as i heard someone scueech a telugu voice how i ran and asked them, meery telugaa.. and how they started talking like we meet there everyday.. how funny and nice it was.. to find the air of known language between the english stupidity and hindi suprimacy and telugu intimacy and bengali papdi chat..
see.. this makes you mad too attimes..
how excitedly i heard the voice of that girl.. and how i felt as if i feel not so lonely again in that lonely travelling auto..
its all crazy macha..
one guy asks me, here like some gk question,"what is your mother tongue?" and how naive i thought he was and how i dint answer him its telugu and how he thinks i am so naive to not only not know the mothertongue of ours, which is hindi, inspite of not being able to understand it i dont even know the answer..
haha! how funny sir..
deadly delli.
...may be marxists practically understand the Alienation effect thru delhi. and so come here to understand it..
by t way whence ma train back?