Nothing's worth the worriment

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

As I sit in the dim lab feverishly typing out nonsense, it occurs to me that the only constant in this mad, mad mad world is the common grail of insecurity.The tiny Malayali sitting at my side nudges me and wants to know where to find a Reliance shop. I tell her I dont know. Back to this thing called insecurity. It makes me cringe. It makes me... ya the little Malayali wants to know if she sends messages on her new mobile, will she be charged? I answer in the affirmative. To get back, insecurity makes a pastry out of the most rational person. This is a known fact and can be experimentally borne out. Tap tap, the little Malayali apologises and asks if the messages she has sent really do get sent? I nod and assure her that they do. Anyway, insecurity and its insidious, multiple manifestations are extremely hard to pin down. They entwine and ensnare and never let go.(Cough, cough) Of course a really perceptive, acute individual would find them relatively easy to spot. Let me leave you on that shamelessly self congratulatory note.

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Monday, November 17, 2003

a long long time ago,
on graduation day.
it rained, it really poured.
graduation day was washed out.
end of story...

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