Paradox?
When the bus left,
the conductor said,
“RIGHT!”
Muehehehehe….
Amen.
The Younger Ananth is a Screwball as well.
Me: What’s new?
My Bro: 27 messages.
Me: WTF!?!?!?!
Amen.
PS: Look what you’ve done, mom…dad!
Just a thought
It wasn’t just one thought that governed his day. It was more like a cabinet of thoughts, revolving off and around his prime thought. He wondered why there was no cohesion among his thoughts. He wondered why they weren’t in sync with the chief, primary, prime thought. His thoughts were diverse, sometimes in conflict with one another, and yet, his brain performed smoothly. Suicidal and yet harmonious, corrupt and yet honest, those where his thoughts. And the more he thought, the more confused he got. He had to stop thinking, but how? He couldn’t control his thoughts. Thought control was something he never learnt at school or even at home. He was told to think certain things, but he would end up thinking something else. He hated being told what to think, but his thoughts sometimes depended on what others thought as well. Like if someone thought well of him, he’d respond with a similar thought about that person. That again depended on a lot of other materialistic things, which sometimes involved a more detailed thought process. Now there was no consensus everytime amongst his thoughts. As mentioned earlier, his thoughts would come in direct confrontation with one another, and that would prove disastrous at times because he’d end up doing nothing about the proposed action. Thus, inaction would prevail and he’d slip into a sort of a depression when negative thoughts would prevail for a short time before a revolution in his mind would occur and wipe the negative forces for the time being. This was a constant process and his mind kept evolving, nay, growing with wisdom.
But like all minds, his mind would stop functioning after a while and he’d just fade away, like the rest of them. His thoughts and actions might have resulted in great things, but the chances were very dim. Other more sophisticated minds that had more sophisticated thoughts would probably outdo him, he never knew.
But in the end, he thought it was just so much fun to think of things like these.
Amen.
The madness
Okay, it’s official. I’m done with alcohol.
No wait, I didn’t say that!!!!
Too late. No booze for me.
Except for rum laced ‘Feast’. *looks at Shadows*
Amen.
Stupid Questions : Part One.
“I’m going home.”
“Why?”
*sucker punch*
One Year.
President Abdul Kalam’s “guidance” marked today’s issue of The Times of India. And today being 26th December (one year after the Tsunami), it made his work seem a bit too easy, one would have thought.
Here’s an excerpt from the front page of the TOI.
‘‘You see, the media has covered the tsunami quite exhaustively. But it has focused on the devastation, on death and destruction. I have followed the aftermath of the tsunami very closely. I have seen how people are rebuilding their lives. I am from Tamil Nadu and I am familiar with these people. One thing that has struck me is the response of people a few kilometres away from the shore, who were not affected by the monster wave. Do you know what was their first reaction? They rushed to the affected areas with food, clothes and medicines. This is in sharp contrast to what happened recently when riots broke out (in another part of the world) in the wake of a natural calamity. Perhaps not everything is right with India, but it has some positive civilisational values. I think this is one of them — our ability to come to the help of those afflicted.’’
Well, we aren’t that bad a people, are we?
To the people who donated in whatever way they could, to help the tsunami victims rebuild their lives, to the people who are still working with the victims – thank you.
And to the people who’ve stayed away, made sarcastic comments about losses and who’ve generally been of no help – thank you.
Amen.
A time to celebrate.
It’s Christmas time.
The blog will be a year old on Christmas.
I completed six months at my first ‘paid’ job day before yesterday.
I will be in New York in a fortnight.
My bike’s “rideable” now.
Right now, my head’s a mess. I just want to curl up and die.
Amen.
Weird…
On my way to Chennai and I don’t know which town the bus is passing through. I see a big building with a board that says, “E.R.R. Hospital”.
Weird.
How would you know if an operation went wrong over there?
ERR….
Amen.
The Wabbster
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