All the confusion has been sorted out, and I will be joining work from Monday as an Assistant Programme Editor, whatever that is. My office briefly considered paying my airfare so that I could join them earlier, but finally left it to me to make my way on my own. So I am taking a train tomorrow morning.
Yesterday, I met a friend from London who is here for an internship. While waiting for him (which was about half hour), I was thinking about how my bad luck seems to be abating, and then, in one of those reflex thoughts deriving from invisible strands of superstition, I regretted the thought, hoping it wouldn't jinx anything. Then I proceeded to smoke a cigarette and then, sitting in the car, to roll a joint. And I got busted by a cop, green-handed.
Sure, I had to bribe him with all the money in my wallet. He also took the weed and even my cigarettes and told me, as his parting gift, that if I kept smoking, I wouldn't be able to have sex or children. Sure. Anyway, I then found my friend who was already around and went to drink some beer. The mood lightened once again, and during conversation, I said it aloud, you know, about the bad luck abating.
Later that evening, I dropped him home, getting mildly lost in the process. On the way back, got still more lost, and then, once again busted by the cops. This time for drunken driving. The cop was more concerned with red puffy eyes and kept asking if I had smoked. I asked for the breathalyser, the legal limit on which is apparently 20 per 100mg. And guess what? I had a 21. Ah, interesting times.
So I guess I should go back to my old point of view, always expecting shit to happen in the worst ways possible, without any pauses or gaps. And I have learnt an important humbling lesson too, one involving being careful in public places.
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Dearest Author,
Reality starts in the mind.
So you say the idea takes precedence over the form then, huh? Or that the perception of reality (in the mind) is what we mistake for reality (not in the mind)? Or that hallucinations (in the mind, caused by drugs, fever, mental disorders, whatever) are as "real" as the shreds of brain that splotch the ground 19 floors below after you mistook it for a river of liquorice that was begging to be swam in?
Anyhow, that sounded impressive, whatever you meant!
something called intuition? this shit happens me so often not even funny.. i ve also tested it by telling people what i am thinking and see whether it really happens.
@Shandy: This just proves that you have a 'kaali zubaan'!!! Nothing to be very proud of;-)
shithead.
:p
yeah, so it's pretty good. it's good to know the boys in green are keeping the roads safe. young man, you've been served! :D
intuition, kaali zubaan, whatever man. it still doesn't feel good to lose money to cops twice in the same evening. anyway, i don't even have to test anything, i keep getting more than enough proof!
and i don't know about safe roads, but the boys in green (green? khakhi is more like the colour of shit) are surely keeping their pockets full.
and why would whoever first write a comment and then delete it? and why the fuck do i not have the option to disbale such bullshit on my own blog?
This is by far your funniest post
i found out who wrote that deleted comment, as also the contents of it. dont see why it had to be deleted, but i will let it be, since well, right to privacy and all that blah.
and is this really my funniest post? maybe, maybe... maybe you should read more of the older ones, before i got all sulking this year!! or is it just funny to see fucked up shit happening to other people? (personally, i find that sort of thing hilarious!)
Haha well that can be funny sometimes. But as for your post it mainly was the wit that got me quite entertained!
But it was short... for a funny post :p
so now you are saying that size matters too? oh well, you can't have everything, can you? and if its any comfort, as for being short, it is something the post has in common with napoleon and hitler :)
Lol
I didn't know that wit had a quicker tongue than Queen Elizabeth's speech.. as if she had the whole new parliament wrapped up nicely in her royal purse.
Has police in India become Hitlerized or Napoleonized... ?? I mean I thought it would have been in Hitler's favor if the other race became instinct.. better if one smoked out a generation before it existed no? Guess they think 'long' enough.
the word 'quick' and the person of queen elizabeth, given her tender old age, don't exactly go well in the same sentence.
the police in india has been, and perhaps always will be, pot-belly-ised, more than anything else. and hitler was a great visionary, no doubt. but he still lost, which is both the long and the short of it.
Cool that is true. Lets see how goes the consequences of her Mmmaaajessstyyy's ssssspeechhhh
I really want to go to India, especially this Bum-bay of yours. What's the scene there in the winter?
don't know about the queen's speech. never been a fan of speeches or the royal families.
winter scene in bombay? what winter in bombay? come around any time and the city is the same - noisy, dirty, bursting at the seams and the epitome of human struggle.
dis was a good read...plus u gettin busted twice adds to da whole thing :P
i thought me getting busted twice WAS the whole thing. actually, maybe not... either way, nice to know you have better taste in reading than in spelling.
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