The Magic of Floyd

They say familiarity with an inconvenient situation dilutes the inconvenience to the point of near-tolerance.
“And ‘they’ all suck!”
I could hear my thoughts gushing through the frustration-eaten patience-gates. Yes. I had said it loud. The hot female’s sporadic glances visibly ended with one last ugly stare. ‘Their’ equation always worked in the reverse for me. The previous train-waits played themselves as ghostly apparitions in chronological order-each more horrendous than its predecessor. A fine globule of irked perspiration slithered down my cheek, tickled my chin and began bracing up for the big dive downhill.
It was a bad day.
Not saying “happy journey” to my girlfriend and breaking up with her( you could say she deserved it, but it still kinda sucks), missing the first train, getting my pocket picked-all seemed happy and gregarious experiences in the face of the present ordeal. From a distance, the train trumpeted gleefully and my respectable regards were lost in the din. I got in the wrong coach, and underwent psychic dissection at the hands of many a ‘polite’ people. Wading through the legions of bloodthirsty ‘3-tier-aristrocrats’, the epic expedition ended. The hot female had the same section of the compartment and the same ugly stare.
‘Screw you bitch. Screw you all...’, my mind groped for something justifiably sinister, ‘…masquerading despotic dunderheads.’
It was a bad day- and I was doing the least I should have done. My tired hand thumped on my pocket. It felt something. And out came, my balcony-mate’s Ipod. Without remorse or ecstasy, I thrust the earphones into my ears, and got it started…………………………………………………..
It was surreal, as if I had entered my own dream-matrix. The music was strange. Was it melodious? Definitely. Could have I said, what was coming, in the next second of the track? No. But… yes, it was unpredictably melodious. And I floated through an ethereal medium, while my head felt like a feather.
I opened my eyes. A kid was wrestling his dad, on the opposite berth. ‘… Daddy what’d you leave behind for me?’ I laughed deliriously.
‘Come on boy, have a cigar…’ It was a summon. And I obliged( yeah I think Goldflake is ‘cigar’ enough for me) The hot female was babbling something while thick piles of smoke were curling around her everywhere.
Boy! I was on a roll! I was in ‘interstellar overdrive’ mode! And then the ‘Mother’ of all magic alighted.
A delicate dose of intoxication journeyed thorough my veins, and the subsequent high was unbelievable. The frivolities had been laid to rest… Finally I was ‘comfortably numb’!!!