Wake up, brush my teeth, sit on the toilet with phone in hand to multitask taking a shit and keeping up to date with the day's quota of news curated especially to make me feel better for at least not being the poor chaps getting bombed and massacred last night. Take a shower with a bucket and mug with water warmed with a 2$ external tungsten heater.
Avoid mirrors so I can delude myself into thinking that I am "growing" and not witnessing my darkening and drooping face indicating the rot from the inside from all the toxic water, toxic food and toxic air my body is subjected to every single day.
Get out of the house, walk two kilometers to my local railway station dodging filth, rodent carcasses, feaces both human and animal, armies of crows and pigeons, lepers, crippled and deformed beggars, rabid dogs, drug spit and vomit.
Wrestle my way into the overcrowded train like how you push down the stuck dirt in the kitchen sink for my daily "personal space" detox. Wear my bag the other way round because my company laptop is worth more than my life and I can't have it get stolen from behind, the butt-humpers breathing down my neck an acceptable cost.
Get off, fighting for my life in the process as I dive against the stream of people trying to get in through the same doors I am getting out (did I mention these doors stay open throughout the journey, even when the train is moving?)
Walk again to the next platform, repeat the whole charade with another open-door overcrowded train.
Take a 3-seater rickshaw shared with five people to my office.
Arrive at office with a big smile, to my big happy family that pays my bills and loan installments and allows me to exist for yet another month in this blessed existence.
Avoid mirrors so I can delude myself into thinking that I am "growing" and not witnessing my darkening and drooping face indicating the rot from the inside from all the toxic water, toxic food and toxic air my body is subjected to every single day.
Get out of the house, walk two kilometers to my local railway station dodging filth, rodent carcasses, feaces both human and animal, armies of crows and pigeons, lepers, crippled and deformed beggars, rabid dogs, drug spit and vomit.
Wrestle my way into the overcrowded train like how you push down the stuck dirt in the kitchen sink for my daily "personal space" detox. Wear my bag the other way round because my company laptop is worth more than my life and I can't have it get stolen from behind, the butt-humpers breathing down my neck an acceptable cost.
Get off, fighting for my life in the process as I dive against the stream of people trying to get in through the same doors I am getting out (did I mention these doors stay open throughout the journey, even when the train is moving?)
Walk again to the next platform, repeat the whole charade with another open-door overcrowded train.
Take a 3-seater rickshaw shared with five people to my office.
Arrive at office with a big smile, to my big happy family that pays my bills and loan installments and allows me to exist for yet another month in this blessed existence.