Random Musings

Yes, that’s right. Default setting it is. And what might default setting be?, you ask breathlessly. Or not, since you don’t care as you click through to what the internet was REALLY made for: Porn!

I fervently hope Mom does not read that last line. Of course, since I hope that, she’s reading this right now. Hi Mom.

Anyway, getting back to the point. Is there a point?, you ask wonderingly. I nod sagely, to a round of oooh’s. It’s besides the point that the oooh’s are the sound a bean bag makes when you jump into it. See the clever pun there? point.. besides the point.. no? Aww, come on, you got to laugh at that. Philistine!

I am laughing out loud as I write this. (No mom, I’m NOT drunk. Seriously!) I’m laughing cause there’s like a ton of funny stuff that I am thinking of writing. But my paranoid side is sending me urgent “Nay, you idiot, NAY”’s. In a situation like this, there is only one option. Speak allegorically! Allegory, for those of you just joining us, is “in literature, symbolic story that serves as a disguised representation for meanings other than those indicated on the surface. ”

The only problem with the brilliant plan is that the people that I am symbolizing will be totally able to pierce the gauzy veil of allegory, and then come kick my ass. So what’s a guy to do. Here I am, all wanting to talk to someone/thing about this funny stuff, and I have no options. Sigh. I could make this a password protected post, but where’s the fun in that.

Alack, alas, things have come to a pretty pass. It is time, my friends, to think for a moment. Think of the starving masses, and the crowded buses. The high tall buildings, and the short fat children. Now that we have thunk it’s time to move along. Shimmy to the left, fat kid, and let me pass.

A drumroll? That’s it? Yup, that’s it. Sadly for you, my better sense prevailed. Routine boring transmission shall resume shortly.

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A lazy Sunday afternoon today, and I spent a nice couple of hours watching the Kolkata Test. And once more, the new ul-Haq was a joy to watch. For a change, he did not get out stupidly, and compiled his maiden test hundred. Kamran Akmal did a good job as well, and suddenly the test is a whole lot more exciting.

Jaipur is more exciting as well, with the arrival of a certain AJ upon the desert sands. Now, all those of you who are not aware of him, there is nothing I can tell you that will explain it. All of Bani Park hears a thudding step early in the morning as a very ripped Rajput strides by. I wish I could be there to watch the eyebrows rise in genteel society, but unfortunately, I can’t.

December’s here, bringing with it the usual round of “Where did the year go?” incredulity. It’s always this way, but at least 2007 was fun. College ended, new job, new city, all that kind of thing. I had my first surgery under general anesthesia. One hopes it’s the last, as well. My knee is slowly recovering, and I really hope that it gets back to normal soon. I’ve tried running a bit, and I seem to be as fast as before. Jumping is still a problem though, and I don’t think I shall be hanging from any rims soon. Damm.

I’ve also been working for four months now. Yes, I know I didn’t join a law firm. I like my work though, and I like coming up with new stuff, and figuring stuff out. Work is good.

Bangalore is a little lonely though, since I have no friends here. I manage, by reading a lot, and doing my usual stuff. Still, it gets to me sometimes.

Now I look forward to the month of December. I’m going to watch the third Test. Sit in the gentle winter sunshine and listen to the sound of the willow striking leather. I’ve also gotten myself a huge big bunch of books, and I’ve already waded into that. Nothing like curling up in bed with a nice warm cup of tea and a good book.

Time lingers on, and the moments stretch out slowly. Ever had that feeling that the days have just slowed down, and you are living in a world that rushes past, heedlessly. And the good part is, it’s not a bad feeling. One step of yours for three of the rest of the world’s. As everyone you know rushes forward to meet their destiny, you go off to explore new worlds. When you return, you realize that everyone is in a different place. On the other hand, that’s been true for large parts of my life, so I’m used to it. There’s more to be done, more to learn about, more to know about. As long as the knowing is good, I’m good. Even though there may be just me, it’s all good.

My late night posts always have a common thread running through them, but dammed if I can figure out what that thread it. I suspect it’s one of two things. Either everything’s boomps a’daisies, or it’s all going to hell in a handbasket. I alternate between doom and gloom, and puppy dog naïveté about how things are, and how they’re going to be. Oh but what the heck, I enjoy reading about me later on.

So goodnight, gentle reader, goodnight. Turn the lights out, and step softly as you leave.

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