Footprints on the Moon

Things always happen. Some things pass, but some linger on.

Sometimes, you hold on to something with every ounce of strength. Sometimes, you just let go of something without even the faintest struggle.

You cherish some things, you detest some. And there are a few you're indifferent about. It's only natural.

But there's always something you never let go of- You can't. You won't. Never ever.
That special something that's hidden somewhere deep down inside you. Oh, it's ok. You don't have to tell me about it! It's the "something" that counts. Keep it real safe :)

Well, I guess footprints on the moon last forever.
It's true.

Question

Why do I do what I normally do?

Is it for personal gain? Or is it because I like doing it? Maybe it's because it's who I am- I don't know. I just don't know. Inner turmoil can't be explained easily. It can't be outsourced either.

A fix calls for introspection. Introspection requires time. I require time. No, really.

One Order of Disorder, Please.

Do you like everything in your life nice and organized? Easy to sift through, easy to manage and not to forget, easy on the eye.

I do! Entropy is not as cool as it sounds.

I don't know about you, but I guess I take this order for granted. Which is bad, in a way. Because when the shit hits the fan and everything's flying around randomly I'm sure the realization that all the neat little stacks are gone is going to hit me a couple of orders of magnitude harder than it hits you (i.e assuming you don't really give a hoot about order, disorder and all that jazz).

When things go haywire it's hard to figure out what went wrong. "What set off the cascade?" is the first question that should pop into your head, but trust me, it doesn't get you anywhere. One reason leads to another and that leads somewhere else and then you realize your thought processes are as random as they can get. So then you frantically search for that dratted "Reset" button. It's good to reinvent yourself every now and then- It helps add a bit of masala to the mind-numbing existence that sets in once in a while. Take a chill pill, take things slower than you normally would, and things will become crystal clear.

I guess it's all about figuring out where you're headed. Oh that and the constant improvisation.

I should add- Disorder isn't all that bad... it's more like how you throw all the stuff out of your closet before putting things back in place again. You feel you're being sapped when all the stuff is lying around and you know you just have to put it back in place, but that good feeling you get once the job's done and everything's back to where it's supposed to be is immensely satisfying.

Unfortunately the tasks at hand seems gargantuan when disorder prevails over order. Damn it!
The prospect of a neatly arranged closet should help you pull through :)

PS : I have no idea why I wrote this vague post. My daily order of disorder, I guess.

The Banana-Sandwich Theorem

The Banana-Sandwich theorem states that it is statistically favorable, in a crowd consisting of a number of people of both genders, that a certain individual always ends up alone in a large, independent group consisting of members of the opposite gender, on a consistent basis.

Hats off to Banana girl for her powers of observation, and to the test subject, for this theorem would've been useless without ample proof to substantiate its consistency.

My Uni-Verse

It's different, it's cold, it's distant... or is it just me?

T5E Entry

Let's assume I'm the Duracell bunny, and that I'm going to go on and on about random things. With a pinch of temporal locality, of course.


About me : Well I'm pink (No I'm not gay. Stop thinking that way!) and, quite evidently, I can churn out sentences that rhyme. Some nitwits forgot to renew my trademark back home so my old home is now the home of my tacky cousin, Mr. Energizer bunny. On the other hand, my new home(s) include places like Slovakia, where people shopping for batteries go "Hand me a couple of those pink-bunny batteries". Why can't they just ask for Duracell. Seriously! Is the word really that hard to pronounce? Even for a bunch of non-native English speakers. Off with their carrots!

For those of you who've seen me on TV, playing those eternal football games without dying, let me tell you one thing. Lies. All lies. I'm definitely not the kind of rabbit who eats his veggies. Or stays healthy. Stupid bunny stereotypes... Heck! I'd rather go for those rich, dark, creamy chocolate fantasies. Ah I can feel the chocolate swirling on my tongue right now. Mmmm...

But I do play games, games that involve tons of button-mashing madness. And no, I don't use cheat codes. Not really. Well O.K, I've used them once or twice. In the past week. Before that? Yes. Happy? Sheesh!

And finally, my opinions on fellow Leporids : Bugs bunny is god for messing around with people in an infinitely-efficient manner (Elmer Fudd is one major sucker!), Peter rabbit has the IQ of a spanner (Getting caught by Mr. McGregor is lame, and I rhymed again), Br'er rabbit is evil (Thanks to the theme of his that leads up to the top of the Splash Mountain thrill ride in Disney World), Roger rabbit is off the hook (Who framed him anyway?), and the nameless anthropomorphic rabbit from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is an oddball (Coats, handkerchiefs, watches etc. are not things we rabbits usually carry around).


So thanks for assuming I'm the Duracell bunny, I just finished going on and on about random things. Oh and here's the pinch of temporal locality I promised.

Don't Put That There!

A few weeks ago I was in the car with dad, waiting patiently for red to go green at some random signal in Madurai. That's when I heard the wailing siren of an ambulance somewhere behind us.

After offering a silent prayer, I listened as it came closer. It stopped right next to us, behind a truck that definitely wasn't going to move until the signal changed. I took a glance at the ambulance out my window...

That's when I noticed the writing on its side.

So and so Hospital,
Blah blah blah,
Madurai -###
Call 044XXXXXXXX for Ambulance.

FREEZER BOX AND MORGUE FACILITIES AVAILABLE.
DIAL 044XXXXXXXX.

The person who put that there needs to go find a heart, and get a life. Seriously.