This part of My Life is called Running

Ah my friends, i am told life begins by a cry, but nevertheless i too understand its after a series of squeaks ands moans and then a race. Race in the sense, a desperate marathon sprinting of those 'x' and 'y's , those worm like microscopic tweaks with a funny tail, who goes on to decide which part of the gender equity plan one belongs.
Well those of you wondering what the hell i am i trying to say, let me explain. They say, serve the nation and be a man and get yourself a NEW LIFE and well, you guessed it right, its the Army and i recently got a call letter to attend SSB in Bhopal, Madya Pradesh(thats a form of terrible psychotic interview that is modelled on the Nazi way of selecting the right officers for our forces). Hmm, so you all are gona see how i almost F****D it up..
So, i was planning for my NEW LIFE and then i decided i must get the well wishes of my grand mother before i leave and so i was bending my body so that i can reach her legs for auspicious beginnings in the 11th hour and then... i heard her cry... and cry and cry well those of you guys probing on the emotional brooding, damn you, i am getting late. It was half past 10 and my train leaves by 11 15.. and heck she is still crying.. knowing fully well that her recent emotional outfall with her body has lead to a stroke, i was not prepared to give her good old nervous system a reason to 'strike' by blurting out the fact that i was almost running out of time to catch my race vehicle. So i was trying my wits out not to be timid but in the most poignant way i managed to give her a graceful kiss and off i was in our no sense omni car, who made it a point to squeak everytime the horn was pressed and flutter when the breaks were on. So my all too no nonsense father was on the cockpit of our no sense car, preparing itself to moan and squeak as we were in the marathon sprint to our final destination(at least now) inside the ovum of the Trivandrum railway station.
Life they say is found in crisis and well i was really in one and a really bad one as i saw the digital timer matching its dots to form 11.15 am.. well hoping for the best(well at best i hoped for a 2012) i rushed on with my suitcase and packed lunch, dinner and breakfast( well courtesy my very very funny mom). And then i could see it, my life my NEW LIFE moving away in numbers as i counted the bogies one by one bursting to life deserting me to my vista of regeneration and possibly presenting me a nice little excuse to feel the thud of a moving train(which i didnt entertain, as i still have to wrote this blog, funny me)..
Well i must say i made it at the end through a endless labyrinth of railway network that almost made me travel double the distance, which i hope to share it with you guys soon..
But for now, all of you guys, take a cue from my most funny and almost tragic situation and make it a point to catch the feet of your most lovely grandmoms at 11th hour so that you can really help to develop this blog(if only you dont feel like having a taste of a really fast train)..