In the human life of 60 years, well almost, there comes a time
when he has to believe what he sees. Perhaps, what he is seeing is too
enigmatic to apprehend but he cannot complain; life has to throw lemons at him according to the rules and going by the SMS he has to ask for Vodka. It is a
metaphor by the way but can’t help if you have already started drooling. What
if he flunk to firmly grasp the opportunity? His chance to win free Vodka will be spilled on the floor. He will see someone else relishing it—the exotic mocktail
now. He gets irked more because GoI had hiked the price of all alcoholic
beverages by 15-20%. This is life, sedate but full of camouflage dwelled
marvelously with euphemism. It is trivial to resist the impetus; it just burns him from inside.
Life taught me a new lesson. Methodology adopted was next to
bizarre. Life dwells in every single
thing, literally. I was about to type down my
views on the current Indian scenario on my MS Word when it refused to accept
the word Suresh Kalmadi, vague
of the cause I tried to write it down again but a warning message in
display frown me. Any further attempt will
lead to corruption in Windows. I rubbed my eyes until I was sure what I am
reading is what I am really reading or what I am reading is not what I am really
reading but really is. So, MS Word is Kalmadi repellent now, more like Mortein. I expected life to throw
something tangy to me. *Sigh* Thinking of the dementia eased my head. Perhaps,
Word is afraid of dementia. It can be communicable sometimes, no? I left the
word Kalmadi and began with a new
post, afresh, with a sole purpose to mock A. Raja
and wow his astutely earned few lakh crores. Another warning flashed breaking
me into sweat. Word refused to take A. Raja as a word too. What the hell is wrong with MS Word? Reinstalling MS Word too
didn’t helped. My desktop has been infected by them and their likes.
