short-lived

i will not post this here if i don't see my blog as a straight reflection of the process that has been happening in me since around the time i began this blog. (a little complicated sentence, isn't it?). well, the fact is i committed a grave mistake the day before yesterday mixing up a whole lot of plain data for a front page story for my paper. around noon yesterday the chief calls up and asks venu how did it happen? then i check and find what he says is true! everything is mixed up! that is the straight fact! there is no point in probing how it happened. i feel elated. nowadays it is very difficult to find me committing a mistake. i was running along like a non-stop express roaring along and gathering speed and there was no way i could get out of these free skidding rails. then this sudden jolt, as though the wheels had bounced up over a crossbar placed in the path by some careless mechanic. while in the air, i thought: don't miss this opportunity! so straight i put in my resignation letter; but the chief, he tears it up.

the wheels bounce down clean on the rails and the train keeps skidding along, hooting its whistle, heading towards all the dangerous curves that lie ahead.

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