a chimera in my brain, troubles me in my prayer – John Donne

Sunday before dawn. Watching the telly and catching up on some reading. 90% of the world’s male population would (as I’m guessing) be watching the match between Brazil and France. The other 10% are perhaps counting sheep, drowning themselves in vats of beer over the previous match or gyrating to some self composed horizontal lambada.

“Do you believe in destiny?”

What’s my destiny? What’s yours? What’s theirs? What’s ours?

Sometimes I feel like as if I’m traipsing through life blindly. On occasions, the light at the tunnel seemed bright and beckoning, at times shadows loom. Lately, my reverie has been on the upscale.

I’m a tad disillusioned with my choice of profession. The moral responsibilities attached to it seem colossal. This is partly due to the encumbrance of a bigoted lot of irresponsible guardians who demand the Orion and yet lifts not a phalange to aid. Initially, it seems noble to be a wick. Now, even custodian of the piranhas seems like a whole lot of a better option. There are days, when those little chipmunks lighted up my void but the dread doesn't seem to dissipate.

At this current moment, I’m thinking of backpacking to Tibet. I would so love to try the new Golmud-Lhasa railway system. It’s been quite a while since I last backpacked or even stepped out of this concrete jungle. Let’s see, when was the last time… hmmm… Ah. Four years ago, 2002, summer in Berlin. It would be so nice to traverse hundreds of kilometers of towering mountain country in those pressurized rail car. Really wonder how it would be like to be traveling in the most unstable permafrost, harsh terrains, snow-covered climate and frequent earthquakes. Risky but lusciously tempting.