Anonymous Notes

It’s high time I realized that what people hope and aspire for me will rarely clash with what I might end up doing. Notice it’s not “What I want to do” it’s “What I might end up doing”. I firmly believe that the person who really knows what he/she wants to do is at least a blue moon if not a 4 legged flying mammal.

Anyway, back on topic. I just had a member of the extended family ask me whether I was to bid adieu to my bachelorhood at a near point of time. The question seems to be a perplexing exercise to my kin. Some have gone as far as to suggest that my folks are actively involved in these calisthenics.

My standard answer as of last week has now become “When you come to know please do inform me.” It’s hard enough not knowing when you might actually meet someone interesting let alone figuring out the intrigues of an arranged marriage which is happening even as I speak of it.

For the record:

• No.
• No.
• Maybe.
• And I am not aware of any events set in motion for the above

And that’s all I have to say about that.

White Noise is an integral part of life these days. The pure wretchedness of nubile eardrums tortured into thoughtless submission.

Knock Knock
Who’s there.
< white noise>
white noise who?
if you can’t really hear me why did you answer the door.

Well enough bad jokes for a day. But just imagine this

Adam and Eve come down to the the 21st century and go back wearing hearing aids.

The whole human race is born with diminished cochlear capacity and hence makes even more noise than was present in the first place.

And the whole cycle repeats itself…

Up untill either of the progenitor’s heads are blown apart by the incessant screaming of Cain/Abel at which point we find the whole human race dissapears since no more children could be borne by Adam and Eve..(explaination here scroll down to “WHERE DID CAIN GET HIS WIFE?”)