I am Amused

This world is full of people who never seem to miss a chance to amuse me.

While I am writing this post, I am travelling by train to my home town (a much needed break).

Right from the person (who has a headphone and not using it) whose answer when asked politely “Can I use your headphone please?” is surprisingly, a straight “No” (with no hesitation what so ever) to the person (a serious looking aged government employee) who is giving me “Oh – one of those another IT guys” looks to the person who is enquiring my pay package, my marital status and parental income to the person who is making valiant efforts to talk in an accented English (which by the way is irritatingly annoying) to the person who is sharing stories of his past emotional linkages (or should I say romantic illusions) to the person who is sleeping and shouting (It would be unfair to call such high volume synchronization ‘snoring’) like a Godzilla to the person who is talking on phone so loud as if he is on a mission to cause some serious damage to the network signal receiver system to the person (dressed in white) who is singing praises of Sai Baba; everyone,  every single person so far, in this remarkable train journey, seems to be doing their bit to amuse me, entertain me.

Why and how do I convey to this world that I don’t need any entertainment, I don’t need any amusement. It makes my belief even stronger that I don’t belong to this world.  I don’t get angry at anything anymore.  I have reached a stage of such discontent where anger has alienated itself from my emotions. I demand peace. When will the time come when common sense takes precedence over stupidity in this world?