museman

Yes, I know. I understand. There is every reason why you should be angry with me. I left you at a very inappropriate moment last time. But.... what to do...I was in a state of shock then and have been quite busy then on. Be a little considerate to the narrator.< ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

Where did we stop last time...eh? Oh yeah, Harini..ok...Priya, she was laughing. Like a hyenah. She laughed and laughed. I don't blame her .The way I reacted to her holding my hand.. I did cut a funny figure. I was in a rage. I looked all around for a crew to drop down any moment. With a bakra cap in hand. They didn't turn up which made me all the more angry. There was no explanation left.Rational or otherwise. I got up to leave. She held my hand again. And with a straight face, she said, "I am sorry". And then, she started to laugh again.

Look, if it was a joke, it was in bad taste.

I said I am sorry. Really. Sorry. Just that, I couldn't let the moment go.

What moment are you talking about?

Your face, when I asked, temple or registration office? Gawd, were you shocked.

Go to hell.

Listen Pawan, there aint a better hell than earth. We are all in hell. Ask me to go somewhere else.

Philosophy and you...don't go well. Why did you do that?

Sorry. Lets make friends. Now that I know you better, I won't play those practical pranks on you anymore. Promise.

How do you assume you know me. You don't even know my name.

Haha. Weak memory. I know your name silly. Pawan?

Ok. But don't play those kind of pranks anymore.

Alright. No more pranks, I will just stick to puzzles and sudoku. Lets play sudoku. I have three sudoku puzzles. Easy or tuff?

What's Sudoku?

God! You are so uncool. You don't know sudoku?

Its you who is uncool. You don't talk normal, do you?

Ok. Lets skip sudoku too. We will venture into questions. Tell me, how do you make out a blind man in a nude beach?

What?

That was a question. Answer it. How do you make out a blind man in a nude beach?

I don't know.

Come on pawan, be a sport. Try...you can answer it.

I don't know.

It is not hard.

Doesn't matter if it is not hard but I can't answer it. Talk normal or leave me alone. Please..

That was the answer Pawan.

What was the answer?

'It is not hard'. You spoilt the joke. :-( Never mind, it wasn

Let me put it real short. Today is left handers day!! Needless to say, museman is a proud left hander. Will write a seminal piece soon, talking about the troubles,turbulations and triumphs of being a lefty.

Tailpiece: Here's wishing self and all the lefties of the world a happy left handers day. The rest, tuff luck buddies.

Where do you want to go today?  Microsoft used to ask us once.  As if they had the power and technology to take us anywhere! I do agree they have revolutionized the way we conduct our day to day affairs. If not for them, and their fraternity, we would still be blissfully receiving snail mails from near and dears. They were not called Snail mails in those days. They used to take one weeks time to reach destination. No wonder they are called snail mails now!< ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

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They say, a lot can happen over a cup of coffee.  Yes, a lot did happen over a cup of coffee. I split with my girl friend, well, over a cup of coffee. And here I sit, on the pavement, overlooking the coffee shop. For fourteen nights now.< ?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

There is no fancy explanation for why I split with her. It was quite simple, she never liked me in the first place. I was some kind of a backup, while she sized up some other guy she was interested in. And as their relationship came through, ours was dwindling away. The pretext for breakup? Aaagghh....this is interesting. I was apparently ogling a girl, two chairs away, while sipping Irish coffee. The fact that Irish coffee was the cheapest one in the menu didn