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Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Monday, October 16, 2006
Return to Innocence???
It’s been a pretty lousy two and a half months in college. The academics aren’t bad, actually, they are good. Apart from that, I have had constant reminders that people are not to be trusted. That the winner always writes the history. That winning is everything. That how you win is inconsequential. That nothing else matters.
That apart, there are these people who remind you sometime that there is still some innocence left in the world after all. This double-X chromosome friend of mine, whom I bumped into the other day, is a prime example of that - most of the times, at least. I might be wrong about the whole thing, but I don’t have too many friends of the opposite sex which I suspect is the result of a cosmic screw up with my DNA. Maybe one day, far in the future, scientist will learn why women hate some men and avoid them when the map my chromosomes.
So, the lady was shooting hoops when I happened to be in the near vicinity. Probably out of social protocol that demands that you greet an acquaintance made her say, “Hi…” She then went of to describe the sand dunes back at home. “It’s like the sea…waves you know…”, she said and then proceed to mime waves with her hands. She whistled and her hand was the Boeing-747 on which she flew back home, when I asked her when she was flying back.
Hell…why can’t I once again be that little boy whose biggest worry in life was whether he would get the window seat on the school bus the next day. He worried all night and then when he woke up the next day with a master plan, he realized that it was a Sunday. And, then he went out and played in the mud and tossed his precious tennis ball around.
That apart, there are these people who remind you sometime that there is still some innocence left in the world after all. This double-X chromosome friend of mine, whom I bumped into the other day, is a prime example of that - most of the times, at least. I might be wrong about the whole thing, but I don’t have too many friends of the opposite sex which I suspect is the result of a cosmic screw up with my DNA. Maybe one day, far in the future, scientist will learn why women hate some men and avoid them when the map my chromosomes.
So, the lady was shooting hoops when I happened to be in the near vicinity. Probably out of social protocol that demands that you greet an acquaintance made her say, “Hi…” She then went of to describe the sand dunes back at home. “It’s like the sea…waves you know…”, she said and then proceed to mime waves with her hands. She whistled and her hand was the Boeing-747 on which she flew back home, when I asked her when she was flying back.
Hell…why can’t I once again be that little boy whose biggest worry in life was whether he would get the window seat on the school bus the next day. He worried all night and then when he woke up the next day with a master plan, he realized that it was a Sunday. And, then he went out and played in the mud and tossed his precious tennis ball around.
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