Not so memorable trip to home !

2 weeks is up and I am back in HK. after the first couple of days, didnt know what I was doing, roaming around aimlessly and without purpose. Rammed my car to a lorry. punctured the Bike, Car and Activa. Slept through the day, watched TV thru night. If that was'nt enough I misunderstood my flight timings. I would have almost missed my flight but for some divine intervention !! Thanks to my dad for not flipping over this outrageous mistake from my side. This wont be the last time I am screwing it up. There has been other instaces and there will be and that scares me out of my wits!!

One another thought brewing in my mind is that I didnt like being in India as much as I thought. The quality of life is very poor, the air you breath, the water you drink, the roads you travel, the noise you hear and the dirt in the pot holes all seemed to bother me and I am as much a perpetrator to this as anybody else is. It's in our culture and Spic and Span is not a very Indian thing I guess. When I am in HK

Now that I am back in HK, I love the loneliness here. Ample time to speak to my alter ego and to get worried about what the year has in store for me. It's a strange fact that I like to be worried. January has traditionally been an tumultous time for me.

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