Being primitive.

I went through this stunningly writen post of a certain 'Luscious Sealed Lips' about certain wonderous moments, fears and expectations of being a woman. Man, it was intense.It had some intense alien force associated with it. Brilliantly narrated but somehow, it was one of those posts where I had nothing to comment. It is one of the best - written posts I have come across in few days, considering the subject of the post itself. It might infuse an extra bit of a certain wary - fearful respect for womankind. However, that's the end of it. This post is not for me to comment.


It did make me think, if ever that is possible, what would be, or could be, a conversation between two guys. You know, a certain, so-called, 'Man - to - Man' moment. I wanted to be perfectly hypothetical with my brains bulging out from my skull. It is surprising I could'nt arrive at a single, coherent, albeit hypothetical conclusion. There could have been n-number of conversations to describe MANkind. And it need not be that long as well.


A : "Can you lend me some money? I have this 'thing' to take care. I'll pay you back next month."
B : "What's this 'thing' ?"
A : "Later dude, look, my account number is XXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX. I-connect it today."
B : "Cool."

Okay, that was the majority.

Let us go back to God.....

It is not homosexual to truely admire a male for a quality he has and we lack. There would'nt have been this many male leaders and preachers if that was the case - that being said after ruefully accepting the fact that most of our male preachers - spirituals especially, do tend to go easy on their clothing - but thats a completely irrelevant, blasphemous, almost fatal consideration which frankly I would not like to, well, consider.

However, it is true that it is not less than a miracle how someone can mesmerize you into this beautiful stupor, that can force you to voluntarily be in that pitiful state - a smokey room in a smokey afternoon. Another day's work gone,the empty house smirks at you with its usual gloomy scum. Sometimes, you wonder if silence can speak after all, as noises created by you start sounding different. Well, if you can't use your voice to speak, you can always listen to somebody's voice. And you have the means to make it sound better.

And there it was, standing tall in the seventeen inch laptop window, mesmerizing me a zillionth time, these equally stupified humans who befriended that glorious era of music.

Those were the times when probably the Yankees used to look up at the sky for a Russian A- Bomb.