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Saturday, May 29, 2010

Berry much sadness.

The last time I blogged, it was about a Blackberry. That very evening, I lost my own Blackberry. I was utterly irresponsible and am having severe withdrawal symptoms from the same. I suck. But not as much as the bastard who found it and decided to (presumably) sell it. He who kept cutting all my frantic calls and ultimately switched it off to avoid me. Hah. Hopefully, he got woken up the next morning at 5:45 am by my loud annoying incessant alarm which rings even when the darn phone is turned off, that I had kept with the vain hope that I would get my ass out of bed and into the gym. (Note: Not happening, rapid bloating is currently taking place). Some tiny floating-in-a-corner-somewhere shred of sadistic satisfaction. Sigh.

On a completely unrelated note, I would like to mention that there are few things as absolutely peaceful as hanging out of an uncrowded compartment of a fast train at night, with the wind blowing through your hair, watching the lights of the city streak past you in a blur. Joy.

Speaking of peace, I had a conversation today with JD about peace in places of worship. No disrespect meant whatsoever to anyone or anything, so please, control. Churches are not peaceful. Churches are quiet. Too quiet. The silence is so loud you can practically hear it. It's an overbearing, overpowering silence that makes you (me) restless. It's like it's building up to a crescendo that will never actually be reached. Kind of like the remixes they make of Akon songs, where they repeat the last line of a stanza again and again and again in higher and higher pitches till you (I) just hold my head and wait desperately for the chorus to begin.

I had a dream yesterday. There is an empty airport. More specifically, the baggage claim area of the airport. There is a stationary conveyor belt. The part in the middle of the conveyor belt is stacked with hundreds of small glass bottles of glycerine. Soon, they neatly arrange themselves into two rows and move onto the conveyor belt, which then starts moving. The rest of the dream is just the rotating conveyor belt with two rows of glycerine bottles on it, with not a soul to claim them. Deep, what?

I leave you now with a quote from a friend: "We need to go out and buy fruits. And tights. Which, if you think about it, sounds like the name of a gay bar."

7 comments:

Choco said...

One of the nicest random posts that I have read..In a very long time...Randomness personified this...

About the dream..Maybe you want to go bowling or something..:p

That said..I hope that *basket* who stole your blackberry keeps hearing an incessant alarm tone ringing in his ears.. :)
Cheers!

Divya said...

Wait, wha? Bowling??

And thankyouverymuch :)

mentalie said...

heh. fruits and tights. hate both, but they sound so inexplicably attractive when you put them together.

Arslan said...

You can buy a Blackcherry phone. Will confuse anyone and about 10 grand cheaper. Yes, it does exist!

kunalk said...

hahahah that's such a silly dream.... as uneventful as a bag of Pistachio shells....

Mustafa Khan said...

im so sorry abt ur blackberry!...even i once lost my mobile...it feels so bad

Spaz Kumari said...

oh no, i think churches in the afternoon are the most peaceful places.. very conducive to constructive thought.

your bottles-wala dream reminds me of a brave new world; the visit to the incubating factory?

and - may i piss you off? i've been skipping rope and doing leg lifts at 6am for the last 4 days ;) but i've also been only eating fried cheese toast everyday, so, well.