Blogging from the clogged life.

It's been more than 7 days that i've departed from my country for educational tour to the India, probably the country i hate the most and now i found the hundreds, of reason to do it. As i entered to this country, i was crooked, they sold me the sim card that's of no used without any number, then the dread of being steal threat me during my tour. The traveling in train would be so hectic if I wouldn't have brought my photo albums and the chess board, guys here enjoy playing card but i hate to play cards, As the train is moving it's the continously same scene outside of the windows, the arid plain of India which neither heightened by pride nor lowered by it's shame, just like flat breast of all those homosexuals that sighted in the train with their blessings, (Said that their words would be boon or blessings). More i knew is that Mumbai is not only the skyscrappers and flyovers but also the millions of slums surrounding this cosmopolitans city, it's not only the city lights and towering heights but also the frights of people. The racing trains and running people reminds that India really running in the fast lane. On the one of the stations, i bought the road and railway maps of India, reminding me of the anatomy of the circulatory system of human beings, running hither and tither, inside and out, the railways over here is like that. I used to afraid with projecting growth rate of our country's population but i found that i will never same as the people sitting and sleeping by the railways station in India