The Janakpur ko train finally started moving, or so I have been told. The train apparently had 4 To Do lists, so in one of those lists he neatly wrote, "Need to put the to do lists together." This morning, when the train woke up, he was relieved. Not that he had finished what he had to do, but now there was a place where everything that needed to be done--ranging from sending Thank You notes to registering for the GRE-- was put together. The train has been moving more slowly than ever before. There are stops in between (distractions, he calls them). The newly-started facebook.com, birthday organizers, and plaxo something are some of the distractions. Of course, there are other distractions, some of which have been haunting the train for a few months now. The doctor told the train the other day not to consume "the fuel." Worried about his health, the train decided to follow the prescription. One Sunday morning, the train was quoted as saying on Saturday when he was high: "I found a loophole in the doctor's prescription. He didn't tell me not to smoke." The train fondly recalls an excerpt from Uma's Manifesto by Swarnim Wagle in the Nation Weekly :" if you laughed, one of your comrades would report to the politburo saying, ýComrade Jwala laughed like Lyndon Johnson the Capitalist.ý The train thought, after coming to Sajha after a few weeks, "What the hell can you do when people find similarities and differences even when there are none?" "Join the Commie Comrades," the train told himself, not being able to decide whether he was one of the "olds" or one of the "news". The train will be happy, however, if in the course of the war between the "news" and the "olds", he finds a place where he can vent his frustration -- a manpower company, a publication, a mosque, or even innocent civilians. We are running out of wars; we need more of them, don't we? As the train departed from Janakpur, he remembered what Misunderstood Poet had once written in 2001: "This is a waste of time, energy and cyberspace." Oohi Sojho, M.P.