An empty mind, they say, is a devil's workshop. I say the devil never had it so good! There are enough workshops around for him to get into big time mass production and teach China a lesson or two.
One of life's little ironies. When it is crammed with "unwanted" stuff, you have a long list of things you wish it were filled with instead. You want to read, you want to watch movies, you want to play all games invented and discovered, you want to write, you want to lie down on your bed thinking of everything and nothing...
Take away the unwanted, and the wanted goes along. Reading and writing seem to require too much discipline. No movie you watch seems worth even your worthless time. Its always too hot for games. Nothing is not as interesting as you thought it would be.

Somehow, fighting over the remote for control seems more exciting than control of an uncontested one.

Day 5
Yippie! I'm going home!! This last week is going to be terrible. And not only because of the heat. Because of all this senseless, workless waiting. I hope I don't forget the tickets this time! I did a clever thing, keeping them in my purse the day I bought them.

Day 4
I've already started packing. All the stuff I want to take home (mostly consisting of clothes I am too lazy or incompetent to wash myself) lies on my chair. And the tickets? Safe in my purse.

Day 3
Got books from the book club. My nightmare would be a train journey without a book to read. Another would be me getting lost in the book and forgetting to get off (not impossible, I've done stuff almost that bad). One thing I won't be forgetting this time are the tickets.

Day 2
Collected material. Bought CDs. Wrote them. After all they are the second most important I'm talking along. The first? The tickets, of course. And where are they? In my purse, of course. I never knew I could be so organized!

Day 1
Paid the mess bill. Just in time. How they get away with charging so much for garbage is beyond me. The only thing worse is paying a fine to consume stuff prepared by people who flunked the pre-entrance test for the worst cookery school in the world. At least I wont be paying a fine to the railway authorities this time.

Day 0
Tell everybody I'm on my way... I hope these rickshaw people don't think I'm mad. I can't help it, I just can't wipe the huge smile off my face! I don't care! I'm going home! 10 people in a 6 seater as usual, not counting the driver and my luggage. I don't care! I'm going home! Ouch! That pothole hurt! I don't care! I'm going home! With the tickets this time! In the safety of my purse.
My purse???