Everyday every moment Kumbh Mela is taking place in his head but unlike that mela which takes place after every 12 years. Millions of ideas and trains of thoughts are jostling with one another pushing and colliding smashing one another like particles in a cyclotron and like trains derailing in India.
In this rush there are bound to be melees’ and many ideas are crushed under the groaning weight. His head buzzes like swarm of flies in a sweetmeat or mounds of detritus. You will often find him in a stupor with his body sleep walking under the orders of subconscious mind as they say that the conscious part of our mind is just but a miniscule island between the sea of subconscious. Incoherent babbling pours forth from his mouth and he is suddenly surprised by his condition when someone jolts him out of his reveries.
Tell me who is he?