Some evil mind must be plotting an apocalyptic plan , a(all) politician must be, or is cunningly working his/her way to a higher vote count. Some German might, any moment now, have a eureka! moment for the most beautiful, yet simple automobile ever conceived. Oh wait, there might be some dufus sitting somewhere, trying to get in touch with extraterrestrial life(you idiot! You're going to get all of us killed.) And amidst all of this, and countless more things happening on this wonderful planet, here I am, completely consumed by the thoughts of this woman.
Imagine this.. Helicopters flying in the background, battle tanks lobbing grenades, missiles, and pebbles at each other; a soldier getting the bullet right up his rear entrance, and then receiving a blow to his tenders(Damn! Which one is more painful?), everyone around running for cover, some chap getting his dick blown, another guy blowing someone's dick, yeah, I know, these things happen. Apparently even on a battle field. Somewhere around all this chaos, there's this chap wearing ugly heart-shaped pink glasses, leaning on a railing, dreaming about this beauty, whose soft cheeks he wants to touch, Zappppppppppppppppp!!
Honk!! Honk!! It's a battle you moron! The signal's green, and you're behind the wheel of an excessively.... slow car. Nevertheless, you dump the clutch, stand on the throttle, and power away, leaving the competition in the dust, your dust. And the thought's of the gorgeous woman, well, you'll have to keep them on hold for now.
I know, none of that makes any connect, what so ever. Except of course for the fact that all three paragraphs ended with the thoughts of a gorgeous woman. And that's a bit troubling. It's even more troubling if this is your condition for the past two months. Yup, such thoughts make life a bit tiring. But then some bum clicks photos of famished children in Africa and posts them on social media, and you wonder where your own problems disappear. But then weekends come along, and you are thrown back into the existential crisis loop, where you're constantly trying to figure out what you want to do with the time you have left on earth. Mind you, it may seem a lot. But anyone saw two decades disappear? So yes, you want to make a dent in the world(I wonder how), woo the girl like no man can, change the course of history to come, and blast away down a straight, endless road in a 911 R, and not a bloody Bugatti Chiron. Weird. Too much Geneva motor show. Yikes!
A bit about learnings from this weekend. I read somewhere that nothing happens. As in actually nothing happens. You can start afresh after every thing that seems like the end of the world. Save for the fact that our mind's chemistry fucks us up a little with every potential threat to our apparent existence. Again, the word is apparent. I couldn't have understood this 'Nothing happens', perhaps a decade ago. Or even two years ago. Girlfriend dumps me, I screw up my results, and all things go southwards. Three months later, I could hardly remember the incident. Not that my grades improved(I sucked at grades anyway), but the thoughts of not being able to romance one female were obliterated in no time. Job lost? Same scene. Well, actually I don't know how that would go, but as my boss told me once, 'Is it the end of the world?'. That one line that he uttered, that too at a time he was technically roasting me, blew my mind. I mean, on a serious note, what's the worst thing that can happen? Lose your job? Demotion? Humiliation? Love interest not interested? Maybe too much of romantic issues here. You see, you only end up writing more of what plagues you. And the narrator is smart, well nourished, and very well looked after, and very good to look at. So the next thing that can get yours truly worked up..... is the gorgeous.
But you see, as long as you look right, then left, and then right again before crossing the road, and cross only if there's nothing rushing at you at 4000km/hr, you'll do fine in life, at least till the time you've crossed the road. But if you are one of those women who walks in the middle of the road, the case with EVERY woman I've walked, your hopes of living are low.
In conclusion, yeah, I can't name the woman because she'll get embarrassed, and her friend will kill me. Life is awesome and so was David Foster Wallace. However, as usual, the world is not enough. And I want to snap my fingers and fix everything. Everything! Just like that... SNAP!! SNNNAPPPP!!!
Goodness gracious!! SNAPPPPPP!!!!!!
Shit, that worked!
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