Raining Thoughts

                      The Greek, the Aquiline, the Hawk, the Roman,  the Delicate, the Straight, the Crooked, the Pointed,  the Potato and so on goes the list of classifications arrived at, based on the various scientific studies conducted on ‘noses’ all across the globe. Nice to know...  I have one too, which I’m yet to classify, a nose which helps me pretty much satisfactorily, olfactorily & happily breathe my way through the gaseous support systems of life. However, I often find myself shocked...petrified...mystified... discovering all sorts of un-called for noses scuba diving in & out of the soup-bowl of my life when I’m least expecting it. How disgusting can that be! Noses of all shapes and sizes jabbing, poking and prodding into all possible spaces of one's existence! Suffocating, to say the least……  The nose has been designed by nature for a noble purpose. Why would anyone use it as a periscope to pry on others?  This nasal metaphysics as we know and exp

I've always romanticized bus-rides. In fact bus-rides are an inseparable part of my existence, and it's always been so, not just because I love them, but more so owing to my fear of the steering wheel.  I’d been harbouring the impression that mine was a unique case worthy of study until I came across Wikipedia gyaaning starkly on this grave but thankfully-not-unheard-of condition.  "The fear of driving can be severe enough to be considered a phobia. It is often great enough that people will avoid driving at all costs, and instead find someone to drive them or use public transportation, regardless of how inconvenient or expensive it is. There is no Latin term for this fear, though it is comparable to hodophobia, the fear of traveling."  And Good God! That sounded so very ‘me’ in a lot of places! I’m certain that I’m not, as Wiki puts it, hodophobic. For I lurve … travelling. And perhaps the intensity of my love for travelling can be matched only