Random Thoughts, Freestyle

You know, it's like swimming around the pool in circles...

Here I am, sipping caffeine, sugar and hetch-two-ough, and random sparks begin to shoot around my cranial hollow. Is moustache really dead, I wonder... I mean, you do not see younger people nowadays indulging in that hair manicure - although, i might disclaim right-away, one does see a couple of moustache-beard combo, which, I must categorically state, is different from a pure moustache. Lets see... can we baselessly assume that in the next generation one does not hear somebody utter "Khane mukh lai Junga le Chhekdaina"?

Amidst carpeted quietitude in my office floor, I surf along a different tangent- what makes a heart flutter more- Caffeine or love? Is the flutter desirable in its own, or it is desirable because it signifies something desirable? Coz if it's the former, why not just have caffeine; and if your heart doesnt flutter enough, multiply your dose. In either case, I do not like this phenomenon- my heart feels like a ruptured balloon bounding against my ribcage.

Pretty soon, I begin recalling last night's brief moment of consciousness before I succumbed to eyeclosing. I could hear many dogbarks. I realize I do not hear them like this during the day! I also get a deja-vu that I had thought this particular thought SOME time before, but that's another tangential fray I do not wish to align to. So yeah, dogs. There is a scientific explanation that sounds are heard more distinctly during nights than during days... But I wonder, is that the only thing that's making you hear the dogs? Could it not be that dogs are CONDITIONED to bark at nights, and therefore we realize how many dogs are there in our neighborhoods?

Two houseflies were bothering me a while ago. Not at the same time, thankfully. Sort of like the way Jackie Chan is gang-struck; one at a time. I did the Schnooks, successfully both times, and the Death Flings... and I start to wonder how their average days would be like. Mostly, they are in search for sweet things, they buzz a lot, have a very obvious name (they 'fly' around the 'houses'- I mean, what if you are named 'Milan's Fan', huh?), some of them have bright, bottlegreen color and hang around in shitty places (literally). And they fear Spiders. There's even a joke that goes like: Why did the 'fly 'fly? Because the Spider spied 'er.

Then I begin to notice the sighing airconditioner behind me, and notice my forearm hairs standing up. You know (beware, scientific rant:) the real reason behind it right? It's to fluff up to conserve body heat. Animals do it with their furs, and birds with feathers. For us, it is just a shitty deal offered by Nature because we are not t.h.a.t. hairy (well, thank god for that, or else we would look like detailed monkeys), and the sparse follicular density doesn't really do the trick.

And it is just a matter of time before I begin to realize who you are and what you look like AT THE TIME you are reading this very sentence. Is your mouth stupidly hanging open? Do you have a mused half-smile? Are you in your undies ( I mean, ONLY undies? In which case, are your hairs standing up?). Speaking of undies- RED undies, to be exacter, how did Superman look so great in it? Have you realised how difficult would it be for him if he wants to pee? I mean, he doesn't have a fly! I can almost hear you say: Oh, but he does FLY!! ; after which, I'll sagely say, lame joke, yaar, lame joke.

So how come you are still here? Do you also like to swim in circles? Are you still inspecting the hair in your left nostril? There's no prize there tonight, friend. Have you jerked your head so powerfully that your eyeballs dribbled on the floor? Neither have I, but I would like to see somebody get it done.