In Some Folder.....

Well this is the best and the most pathetic of all the posts I have come up with.....this is straight from the heart and extreme interior brains......you know from deep within it....not that my other posts were straight from my arse...or other rather disreputable portions of the body...!!!
People say that the most difficult exam to pass is this.......the toughest is that......I would say that the current situation I am in is a worst paper for a teacher to check.........well.....might be rather farfetcheda comparison....or completely a disastrous one.......all I can say is...."get used to it.....'coz you know what....I am not in my senses"

Anyways,it is a Saturday evening.....what....SATURDAY EVENING!!!???......well unfortunately yes even in a Saturday evening.....that too alone..I just happened to fancy myself in a more potentially reflective self which few will dare to compromise with......and dare to contradict with...you know.....to cope with 'things' in this daily life that we learn from the movies....and stuff like that!!....albeit definitely not from the dad drunk..mum scared.....lone child class.....the fact is "we are sophistricated."....okay......I am in a decent high from Led Zep to pre-'Morissonic' lair of some obscure high bass instrumentals with a tinge of red....or a glimmer of yellow or a pang of cold, a cold of water...a water of cold and stuff like that against each twang of the guitar or rumble of the base drum.....well let me tell you a philosophy that I believe......well.....I just forgot it.... Infact I would always recall forgetfullness being quite an unanimously acclaimed symptom....ok........so I get this phone call that my other roommates are heading home....

You know what the problem is when out of the other two guys......if one of them is familiar and the other one is an aquaintance.....you reallydont know how much the other guy...the acquaintance knows.....and you dont want to face the missile if he leaves for your "dastardly revolt against sanity" in our'holy lofty green-walled haven'.....it is a crisis....ok these go below the mattress.....the scissor under the pillow a bit of broom and the room appearscleaner than usual by my standards...however the things that are going in my mind....those and these swaggers are slowing me down....and I can'teven with a half-hearted righteousness dismiss the sensory fingerprints registered systematically throughout the room....ok crisis call-back to the guy who is familiar.....oh....No shit Sherlock!!.....deospray ( Adidas - TeamForce )!

They arrive thrilled to venture to our newly prepared rooms ( its a complicated story....basically it is an apartmentto which we are supposed to move in tommorrow).....my identity is still not undignified...so I have to actively partcipate in the inspection....ok couple of green walls....insteresting....I hear plans of buying an extra table....must be thrilling.....an extra shoerack....really!!....how many plug points in the room....bravo....I am ok with all that, why bother me?.....more plans....

I move from one room to the other....more head noddings and an extra-ordinary idea of putting energy saver lamps in the hall room....ok....and nowthe owner of the flat arrives with his surprising nature of over-enthusiasm mixed with a tinge of sadness.....I never seem to understand why he keepson telling words like "why because"....." the problem is"......"kiun boleto"...at the start or in the middle of every sentence.....mostly at the start.....a sufficientlyfat black man with a mouchstache....relax......its just a single person......not the whole of Andhra...though hard to differentiate...(no offence).....So why the woodwork took longer.......the carpenters went to the their native place in the middle of nowhere.....transportation problem of the electric fittings....and stuff like that....

Bloody Hell!!!

Ok so finally the flat owner goes.....and now we are supposed to watch a movie? Oh yes.....'Micky Blue Eyes'....

Isnt it amazing that when you dont have anything new to watch how you always end up watching Notting Hill or Micky Blue Eyes or Saving Private Ryan or Forrest Gump. I mean how many times do we have to spill orange juice on Julia Roberts shirt and get her 'spick and span' in few minutes..I always believe these movies do not actually produce love.....they produce the feeling of being loved.....and thats why we always watch them.....I bet Hugh Grant must be tired of beating the auction table way too many times....I wont comment on the Ryan Brothers as they are hardly alive...I mean let the old John Ryan spend the rest of his days in peace....and dude.......I really think its time to get some sense into stupid cripple and tell him 'stop Forrest stop'...........

You know what....come to think of it..Hugh Grant is pretty funny.....in a confused sort of way......as in he is always making me confused....as I always seem to extend my laughter after everybody has stoppedlaughing.....sometimes he even makes me laugh inwardly without any apparent change of facial expression.....

I am hungry!...And thirsty!!...very....
Oh....so my dinner is a combination of half boiled noodles and a pre-historic version of rice - something that our landowner had given on some weired occasion (he did..??!!)...??

Ok....so we are supposed to play board games now !!??
You want to know another philosophy......actually it is rather borrowed.....the philosophy is "nothing is free".........I guess its few more extensions of "No shit Sherlock"......!! If you are in a state providentially more elevated than the normal law abiding mortals crossing roads at the Zebra, buying tickets for a local train in Bengal, playing crossword from a local daily because there is nothing else to do and stuff like that...in such situations time rolls rather slow for you......and however hard you may try to restart the ecstacy of your languidly elevated soul.......its just few steps ahead....trust me wait is always a price for salvation.....you may and most prabably will loose your primes......!! Acceptance is the undefeated weapon against all the evils this world can ever think of producing.....I am in a state I can resist anything with it....Cluedo....Scotland Yard......The Game of life.....

So finally we are supposed to go to sleep......finally!!!......flash of yellow!!!....ok ( yippy )....it wasnt actually physically there....just... you know.....I am free...the only place and time a guy is entitled to a shadow of privacy......in a dark house at 2 in the morning....more craftwork......this time it is the bathroom.....so no need of deospray.....here we go.....bright lights.....musicfrom Adam's time......smile....languid..a bit of choke.......more reflections....restart.....it fun with the motors taking a break.

I am writting all these in a text file in some folder of my laptop.....

I will see if I can find it tommorrow....