Crap happens.

Yeah, crap does happen, if only occasionally. The chances of its occurrence become dangerously high when a bunch of lunatics populate the cabin right next to yours in a down trodden train carriage. I, being an audience to such a feat of stupendous stupidity, couldn't help but feel irritation of the magnitude conveniently same as that of the amount of the stupidity of its situation. It all happened when I along with my family decided to travel in a train to J and K, then actually did travel in that train, and while holding onto my life during the geometric progression of the jerks the train took, experienced weird sensations of the temper rising to the highest degree and then staying there for a couple of hours. And why would I feel that way? Because there were a dozen college kids who seemed to have confused the "A" in "am" with the "P" in "pm" and laughed and talked loudly at 3 am as if they were sitting in a sun-soaked garden and over a plate of peanuts, trying to make sense of their pathetic little lives. Yes, that can be irritating. No doubt, crap happens.

-| AG.