Geddit? Geddit? Capital. Atlas.
Oh dear lord, I must really reduce my funniness quotient. Otherwise, I shall die.
Of all the inanimate objects in the world, I think windmills display the most extreme emotions. When the wind is blowing, they are all proud and happy and whizzing their arms at moderate-to-high speeds; they are beaming with self purpose and determination.
But when there is no wind then they just sort of stand there, alone and sad. Morose with much self-introspection.
So the Metallica concert got cancelled up in saddi dalhi. Which is kinda sad coz I really wanted my punjabi brothers to enjoy a bit of good old headbanging. Guess that was not to be.
I wonder what a performer sees when s/he performs before a punju crowd. Like a sea of turbans. All moving and jumping in the darkness. Man, that would be pretty awesome. Varry naice actually.
The positively ancient laptop that I am currently typing out this post on cannot keep pace with my typing speed. Or my backspace-tapping speed. Its kind of like an eraser which has gone out of control. Or like racing a boat. Or that car in the game “Mafia” which you had to steal and then drop off at the boss’s warehouse within a particular time. That car was pretty difficult to manouvere let me tell you that.
What else what else. A very chuddi buddy of mind just completed a course at that vipassana thing. You know, the one where they keep silent for a reallllly long time and meditate the day away. Am waiting to hear her detailed report on the same.
I cant quite imagine myself doing that. I mean, the dude who wakes me up at four in the morning. He is gonna ear a fucking earful I can assure you that. Then that chap who tells me I can’t order from Dominoes…that guy is gonna get some verbal a-bombs thrown at him for sure.
Actually, perhaps I should try it out. Apparently it really calms you down and teaches you a lot of things about yourself.
Like what a blue whale would feel like if it ever read the wikipedia entry on itself.
Shit, I should get a wikipedia entry. Under “Gods” or “Greatest Men of the 22nd century” or something like that.
What have I become? Oh dear lord, WHAT HAVE I BECOME?????
Screamed the dyslexic woman who had just woken up after a sex-change operation.