The last flight of Wilbur

It’s been a long time since I posted something and having a dial up connection to the net doesn’t help my cause. What I’ve done in this semester, I’ll probably be telling my grandkids, that is if I have any. But that’s a tale for a few decades down the line; we’ll get there when we get there. Typing after so long seems rather strange, considering that I have no cell phone keypad to bang away at in the train. It’s entirely my fault that the phone got where it is now, and considering that Mr. K happened to warn me about the consequences, I should have used more of my grey matter. So much for being smart.

Other things, I wanted to slap Miss Muffet, and then I wanted to slap her again. Now I shall save her some face by not telling you why but then I shall tell you

Censored. Words taken back due to a promise that I made involving the grave. If you read it before the edit, good for you. Now shut up.

I leave that to you the smart reader to figure out, because even if you happen to be traveling to Pali Hill, nothing can save you from the laws of physics, nothing I tell you. Not even nostradamus.

Other more important things, I’m involved in a project in Larsen and Toubro with someone I’d rather not mention right now, but then again, why should you know that? Ok see here now, this is what I’m saying; we’ve been happily cantering about college for the past month and a half doing stuff that no one should. We here is five people, two cigarettes, some booze and one additional girlfriend that we could all do without. Period. So that’s that and we finally got to see a breaker; a circuit breaker that is for the uninitiated, and then we fought over what we saw and what we didn’t. I also did not read MSR’s book, meaning that I read all of it barring the last tale of Jhumpa Lahiri. Wonderful author she is, believe me and she’s out with a full length book it seems. Go get it!

And then I did the unthinkable, yes what no self respecting student of engineering should. What that is I shall not divulge here due to the rather questionable nature of my readers. I mean come on; you never know who may be biting you tomorrow citing what s/he read on your blog. If you want to know, call me once I get my cellphone back. I’ll tell it all like there’s no tomorrow.

And one more thing before I end my tirade about my inconsequential life, me and Parth created this joke about Mr. K where Parth came up with the dialogues and I did the imitations, which I have suddenly become good at. And then I got threatened by the one person I want to be like. Aaahh’s and ooohh’s should rise up now.

We’ll see about the cell phone, there’s nothing a little prayer from the heart can’t fix. Suddenly I believe more in god and I pray in the bus instead of just looking out the window. Everyone needs that life changing incident to improve and it looks like I’ve just had mine. Maybe I’ll be better, maybe I’ll be worse, but in a contemplative mood, life is no fun with no downs. And specially the support and words of those who stand by you in your time of anguish. Here’s to them, all of them, I won’t take their names but you’d probably know if I was indebted to you and you happened to be reading this.

So it’s a slightly longer adios as another day of the four AM morning takes it’s toll on my already shriveled but ever sexy and hairy legs.

Peace. Like the days of yore.