anything that brings spiritual, mental, or physical weakness, touch it not with the toes of your feet.
this happened some time back: girl sat next to me on the cab.
nO, that's not all, fuckers.
so she sat for fifteen minutes throwing nervous glances while i tried to immerse myself in a Jeff Noon short story collection. but for radio city there would even have been an uncomfortable/pregnant silence. finally, she cleared her throat and said:
"excuse me, is this company y's cab?"
"yes", i said and cracked what i thought was a comforting grin.
"shit! i thought this was company Z's cab!", she said and fled. i shook my head and had deep thoughts about the indian outsourcing industry for the rest of the journey.
so it goes, so it goes......
i know it sounds right out of reader's digest but it really happened
as a team-building exercise, we were taken to amoeba(the home of unicellular delights). maybe it's because half my childhood was over before the economy was liberalized but i just can't stand these archie-inspired lifestyle choices. i spent my formative years in parks and playgrounds where bowling meant running in as quick as you could and trying to kill the guy facing you. bowling is shane warne pitching it outside leg and hitting the top of off. bowling is not a bunch of corporate mudderfucks re-enacting the tribal custom of hurling elephant testicles at giraffe ding-dongs(or afridi trying a faster one. that's a throw). pah! death to the infidels!! the evil influence of western culture on our youth - what's a self-righteous and sexually repressed guy to do?
i admit, i'd never even thought of touching it with my toes, swamiji.
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