bite me

this year has been a test, and it still aint done. the viva portion will start at the village. the increasing number of old people on networking sights is frankly frightening. i think there should be a different version of, say face book, generation wise. see, generally in the bengali tradition, pujo is the beginning of a gossip festival, and when you are cut off from the city in a secluded farmhouse with rooms made of mud, there is little you can do. if there is one thing i gave grown to learn wrt to the family, is how to cover my tracks. these people are a school of piranhas. never enter the water with an open wound, them buggers can smell the fresh blood a mile away, and it take a few seconds to rip a man to shreds, its in their blood you see. sigh, the sad part is, this is the only annual vacation i have, i look forward to. but every year there are conflicts, every year there are people who don come just to save face, save a confrontation. sigh. the politics. this is the first year i am not looking forward to this escape, which is not good, not good at all. when you have to check everything you say and fit your words very delicately, its not fun anymore. and the deal is that this coming generation are also being inducted in the same, blame game. its just not cool. but since i am a slippery one, i do like to see them fishes devour the stupid ones. heh, dumb asses. for 5 years straight, i have been teaching them how to veer clear of the big fishes, but all they do is offer themselves as sacrificial lambs, i mean how hard is it to answer a question in one sentence. you don back your answer up, with undue false and highly unbelievable lies. it gets too obvious. sigh. better to see them crash and burn, than myself.
i have not normally approached things with a plan of attack. well never mostly. but as long as you keep in mind that yous the one attacking, alls good. now to every fight there are two components, the battle and then the war. most people start celebrating right after the battle till the sky falls on their heads, and they don even come close to finishing the war let alone win it. there is initial success and then the sustained kind, the kind that stays there for a while. at the moment everyone i know seems engaged in some form of war. raging it is, like wild fire, contagious even. i used to sit back and see them buggers belting it out. but sigh... its coming this way, everything is. i miss old times. the times when all you used to do is watch. accountability i am afraid of. i just want to get to december somehow, you know, finish what ever this year has ruined. make plans for the next year to crush. heh. when it rains, one generally finds the first shade to keep dry, but when there is no hope for the rains to stop anytime soon, you have to get out and get wet. but then there are those who wait it out in that shade. its those people i don like, its those people i am scared of. i hope the rain stops, i don need the sun, i just want the rain to stop. i am drenched.