True or False?

There is MG Road and there is my purse, two mutually exclusive entities who would never want to tolerate the presence of each other. The third factor, that's ME is for ever the struggling human being trying to make these two things meet and co-exist amicably. But, not to much avail. However these fights are really too petty to let them overshadow my actual purpose. Let me tell you there is something very false about this place, i mean MG Road . everyone who walks along the road doesn't look like what he actually is. There is a degree of falsehood in the whole concept of chilling out on a weekend. Every person on the sidewalk seems to be thinking something about the proverbial monday morning.
Its worth writing about the falsehood of the city. All the city has to offer is a jungle of innumerable computer terminals connected to each other through a number of local and wide area networks and the internet that offers a very superficial sense of connection and security. However much a person wants to get out of his office on a friday evening, it becomes imperative for him to get back to his beloved terminal and check all the mails he might have got over the weekend. We all work, not for the love of the work, but for everything that comes along with it. That is what is false. A living, pulsating city where the only thing that lives is the falsehood of the apparent love for work and the true craving for something better, something thats worth more than spending a sunday evening with a cup of cappucino at Barrista or CCD!! Something that goes beyond these brands, something thats really close to the heart.