An attempt to keep in touch with my love for writing and sharing and giving and receiving in these trying times instigated by corporate manacles …. kind of like a sentence-of-the-day thing, but trying hard not to glorify the clicheness(?) of this idea with an even more cliche title. I have no excuses for the contents that may appear here , whether gramatically/ dramatically acceptable, whether the vocabulary is colourful enough, debatable usage of adjectives and word forms - I don’t care. Things will go in like I am talk , as always but this time, not even with a little editing. Did that make any sense?
M: Hey D, did you hear ? It seems the one of the State Ministers of India is missing since last night.
D: Hey yeah ! I’ve always wanted to shoot at birds with bibi guns.
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D: The saddest thing I ve done is going to a farm, tying up the legs of the little chicks with a rubber band and watching them topple.
Everyone else: but , WHY ?!!
D: You see … I have this inexplicable passion to see things roll over…
S1: (picking up on her auditory sensory perception): Oh shit, I think I forgot to turn off my ipod …
S2: No no, I sing that well. Its me.
One of my favourite lines from Blackadder Cavalier years:
Blackadder: “However, I’m a busy man, and I can’t be bothered to punch you at the moment. Here is my fist. Kindly run towards it as fast as you can.”
Baldrick: “Yes, sir.”