Friday, May 16, 2008

< The Discussion >


Location: Tea Shop-Near Adda
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A beautiful Sunday evening. After a heavy lunch and a small nap, I came down the street to have a cup of hot coffee. The nap had done me no good. I felt more tired and goofy.

With the hot cup of steaming coffee in my hand, I was watching the kids play cricket at the nearby playground.

The coffee tasted good. Strong and with less sugar.

Wow!!
I felt a hand, grip my shoulder from behind. I turned around, to see my friend Ullas with his big smile. He had a packet in his hand.


Ullas: Hi
Me: Hey! Coming after a shopping I guess?
Ullas: Yeah.
Me: Tea or Coffee?
Ullas:Coffee….

* I ordered for another cup of coffee at the counter.

Me:[ Pointing to the packet in his hands]. What is it?
Ullas: Running Shoes.
Me: [With a frown] Okay! Planning to get married. .I guess. So soon?
Ullas: No yar. Planning to get some exercise. Got to cut some fat
[ He said pointing to his stomach.]
Me: Yeah ..right!I thought that’s muscles. Seriously. You have gained some weight in the last few months and its all showing in the middle. Too bad.
[ I frowned]
Ullas: You wanna join me tomorrow morning?
Me: Tomorrow? [Pointing to the packet in his hands] err…I don’t have those.

*Phew…!!. That was close. I bow before my brain cells which came up with a good excuse to bail out of a situation.
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Location: The Restaurant


I was sitting with three of my buddies. Ullas, Sushanth whom we call Sush and Sanoop.
I ordered for a well balanced diet comprising of dosa, veg curry and chicken masala.

Ullas broke the silence.

Ullas: So! Who are all with me tomorrow?
Me: For what?
Sanoop: The running thing ..The early morning jog.
Sush: Tomorrow is Monday, let’s start it on Tuesday.

Evil things happen to people who wake up early on Mondays.

* I saw a little devil, standing on the shoulders of Sush and whispering something in his ears. The devil looked like a miniature me.
Ullas: No. Tomorrow means tomorrow.
Sanoop: I don’t know. I have to wake up early.Right? and Monday………….
Me:[Laughing] Yeah! you have to wake up, early in the morning and for that you have to go to sleep early, giving a miss to those late night block buster movies.
* I was contributing my, constructive ideas for these kids, to help them in their decision making process.
Me: No pain…No gain. [ I added my punch line]

I looked at Ullas.

Ullas: Yeah He is right. No pain..No Gain. See…..[ The lecture begins]
Ullas: See.. We don’t get enough exercise everyday because we lead a very comfortable life.
Me:[Thinking].Yeah right mister Inventor.
* As a gesture of appreciation for his new theory, I filled his glass with hot water.


This dinner is gonna last a bit longer than usual.
As if Sanoop read my mind and the fact behind me filling up his glass. He winked at me and I winked back.

Ullas: You know! The cab picks us up and drop us back. We don’t get exercise like walking to office or while coming back from office.
Me:[Thinking]…. Yes! Slaves should arrive on time, and long back, they were chained together and made to walk all the way to the Egyptian desert to build pyramids. Lucky they don’t do that now. How embarrassing it would be.

Thinking about boarding a BMTC bus. That itself is a good exercise. First you have to sprint behind the bus with your backpack with heavy reference manuals, may be your laptop and associated items for a few meters or yards or miles and chase them down.

This means a good exercise for your thighs and calf muscles.

Climbing into the moving bus itself puts us in a fair deal of acrobatics.
For that you will have to leap into any empty space inside the bus. Here the hand eye coordination comes into play. The leap should avoid the iron bar in the middle and you have to time your hold with relation to the movement of the bus. Then you have to hoist yourself into the bus, before the door snaps shut, meaning you exert all your energy to push yourself forward and hoist yourself up. This gives exercise to your arm muscles. The forearm muscles basically.

Then you have to inch your way, to the inside of the bus. This increases the ability of your body to be more flexible and squeeze into the minimum available space.
A metaphor would be like packing your heavy luggage for a long vacation and you want to travel light.
This exercise improves your abdomen muscles and help gain strength to the muscles on the both sides of your stomach.

Now more benefits.

Lucky you. The bus you boarded can be over crowded, that means you will have to hang on the bars [Excuse me. BMTC buses don’t come with pubs attached. I was referring to the iron bars ] all the way there by helping your shoulder muscles and muscles in forearms again.

This is an exercise to improve your wings or grow wings. Without Red Bull.

*Punch Line: Blue Bus gives me Weengs….: Blue Bus gives me Weengs….

If the person standing next to you had a bath in the morning in alcohol or is wearing the pungent smelling [ Ref:12th Chemistry lab manual] deo or perfume that could split your skull into two and make the sensitive olfactory bulb inside your nose fuse or the having Body Odour [B.O] of a BMP truck you are incredibly lucky, because your lungs get the exercise. The air holding capacity of the lungs is improved many times the average person or of gym goers.

This air holding exercise improves your health from the inside. No need to go for swimming. You would wish, you need one, after you reach your destination.

The persons embarking and disembarking the bus can give you good foot massage, revitalizing the pressure points on your foot and legs and knees etc. The whole lower body gets a good massage. This massage is also free of cost or at least at the cost of your bus ticket.

The instructor (Conductor) can make you do monkey bars inside the moving bus and you learn to dodge the conductor. This ladies and gentlemen is called ‘Dodge the Conductor’ training program.

This program improves your spinal cord’s ability to stabilize your body in very Zero Gravity conditions to hyper G conditions.

The next exercise you are made to do is the ‘Balancing Act’. As such this is an art form gaining too much popularity with the masses. Even NASA has shown interest in this art form for its space explorers.

This exercise means suspending your body between 2 individuals [Note: These two individuals are also suspended in Zero Gravity conditions. Gravity does exist but we are time traveling and in such cases gravity is No Longer Factor-NLF]

Then you have to lean yourself to the nearest handrail or the pole and get your purse out for the bus pass or to pay for the ticket.

This ‘Balancing Act’ helps your body’s response system to adapt even to small disturbances in the environment. Every tiny muscle in your body like the facial muscles the gums of your teeth etc is given a large workout during this maneuver.

This also has psychological advantages too. When the bus you are traveling suddenly breaks a feeling of euphoria passé through you. This excitement can flush away all your then worries.

If you are fortunate enough not to have enough currency change with you or a valid bus pass, you are lucky enough to receive exercise to your ear muscles. You would wish, your ear had flaps or blame the evolution for making the ear muscles vestigial.

The early morning curses are a real treat. This takes away your office blues. Nothing more can worsen your day any further.

This is the ultimate exercise- In response to the conductor’s poetic words the only thing you can move is your eye balls and tongue.[ If the lung permits you can try to speak, you can make some moans or ultra low frequency sound. Under normal circumstances you would be gasping for breathe or words.]

This exercise gives enough exercise to tongue and eyeballs.

The driver guy can take you on a roller coaster ride. Speeding, breaking, and turning rapidly. This adds no extra tax to your ticket. The cost for this show along with entertainment tax is paid by you in your last birth.

If the bus you are traveling has an FM radio Channel kept on at full blast you will surely have the heavens when your soul departs.

“There is no 2 continuous terms in hell” says the religious texts.

Now you are about to reach your destination.

You wrestle your way through the stack of vertical human bodies and reach the door of the bus. You feel all worked out. Every inch of your body is in pain. The same experience of spending around 2+ hours in gym, pumping iron.

You are sweating. You don’t feel a thing from waist down. You look down to your legs to make sure its still there.

As the bus slows down your face shows and ‘auto-grin’ by default.

The door opens and you jump out.

You walk down the street in a funny sort of way, as the astronauts walk on moon or you just came back from there.

Your legs itch, the feel of blood flowing back to the veins.

Once again you feel, the fresh carbon filled air. The warmth of auto exhaust that surrounds you. The chirping of horns and sirens. The street dogs, the panwala, the rigged meter wala Auto wala.

You are alive, you are alive….

You smile, suppressing hard, the urge to have a good laugh at your success in making it back from the bus alive and in one piece.

“Bus Goers are better than Gym Goers”- Sorcerer
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Ullas:[ Touching my hands. ] Are you listening?
Me:Yeah yeah! I missed a few points. No worries. Continue.
Ullas: [Pointing to the chicken in my plate] What is that?

* He want my attention and I am gonna give him all I got.
Me: It’s a chicken. To put it correctly, pieces of chicken.
Ullas: What exactly is that?
Me: I can’t figure out where that part you are pointing belongs to. But let me be brief you this way. A chicken, a beautiful one may be, killed, stripped of its beautiful feathers and skin and made naked, then chopped to eatable pieces, washed and with the best of my information from the F.I.R from my taste buds; its treated with spices and essential items and may be a bit of food color to make it look this cool and deep fried in some cheap oil from a local brand. Decorated with onions and piece of lime and mint leaves. This is how they honor the dead chicken with onions, lemon and mint leaves . This tradition varies from place to place or from hotel to hotel.

[ I replied like an army commander briefing his troops, with a nullified facial expression.]

[Laughs in the background. Lead laugh Sanoop.]


Ullas: No.
Me: No?
Ullas: That is Fat.
Me: No way .This is not. This is a lean chicken. Hardly any meat on it. Duh! I have to pay full price for half the quantity.
[ I replied pointing to the bare bone]
Me: This chicken must be like you, health conscious and on a diet.
Ullas: See man. That fat can give you a heart attack
Me: Yeah! Read it in newspapers. [I replied with a frown.]
Ullas: The arteries can get blocked by fat.
Me: Whateries?.Okay..continue
Ullas: For that you need to run and burn the fat and give your body some exercise. Give your body what it needs.
Me:Hmmm…

[What my body badly needs now is a pair of earplugs.]

Me: Yeah! Thanks for reminding me. I need to buy tooth paste.
Ullas :You coming tomorrow morning?
Me: Not really. I want to but I will join you in a few days time.
Ullas: Yar I need someone to accompany me.
Me: Escort?
Ullas:No man. Someone I can talk to while on the run.
Me: Call me up dude. Call me on the phone.I will talk to ya.I aint got ny to talk to.
Ullas: No yar..not like that.
Me:See, I fully understand. See give me a few days time and I will run with you for sure.
Ullas: Wow! That would be fun.
Me: Yeah! Yeah (evil grin)
Ullas: Sanoop are you in?
Sanoop: I need to rethink on my schedules.

*Sush was on phone.So no ‘Roger’ on that.
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While we were leaving

Ullas: So you are not coming tomorrow?
Me: I said after a few days. Don’t push me too hard or I will try my workout at Blue Bus.
Sanoop: Now I know why you were ‘out of range’ when having food. You were thinking of the travel in the bus right? Aint ya?.Me too in a way.
Me: Yeah!

..

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He could read my mind. Dork!
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Sunday, May 11, 2008

< Restlessness >


Dear Diary:(6th April 2008: 10:15 PM)
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WARNING | BACHELORS DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME
!! Can Encounter Unknown Bugs When Executed.!!



Symptoms:Restlessness and feeling of high and low.
Result
: Devastating effect on intestines.
Reacts violently with gastric juices.
A permanent constipated grimace on face.

Bug Fix: Pudinhara (2 Nos.)
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• 2 Cups coconut milk
• 2 Peeled Potatoes
• 3-4 Green chillies
• 4-5 Curry leaves
• 1 tsp Ginger paste

• 1/2 Cup thick coconut milk
• 1/2 tsp Pepper powder

• Salt to taste
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Chop the potatoes into half-inch cubes.
**[1/2 Inch....Was this the bug? Cube means should have 3 dimensions]


Boil the potato cubes with thin coconut milk in a pan.
**[ Ask for Thin Coconut.Not Fat ones]

Add ginger, curry leaves, salt and green chillies.
**[This mak
es it more colorful like a collash work.]

•Simmer on low flame till the potatoes become soft.
Add powdered pepper to it.-
**[Make sure the cap is tight,when you shake it down]

Cook until the gravy gets thickened.
**[Its supposed to thicken! Proportional to how much water you add to it in the first place.]


Now pour thick coconut milk and simmer for another 2 minutes.
**[Thick coconut?Google it.]

**[Definition: Simmer means to bring a liquid almost to a boil over low heat.]

Potato stew the colorful dish is ready.
--Serve with chap
attis.--
[If you have no other options]


Now where did it go wrong
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Testimonial:
This dish is better if you try it on a Sunday! You will have all the time in the world.
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Thursday, April 17, 2008

< HOT DOC CHICK >

I come home in the evening, after my dinner. I was looking forward to finish off the Novel, 'The Arctic Event', then hit my cozy bed after. I took my spectacles to clean the glasses,

and.... Damn!! It slipped and fell. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall."

Butter fingers!!!

I was depressed, furious.

How can this, fiber glass (‘Plastic glass’ explanation for illiterate people) break?

Sh**!

Oh Yeah! I remember Mr.Murphy with his weird laws. Poor guy must have had suffered a lot, in the hands of fate. He must be very optimist. Made laws out of it all.

I would quote an appropriate one from his 'collection' for this 'situation' (wow! It rhymes..Iam an optimist)

"If anything simply cannot go wrong, it will anyway."-Murphy

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*** [ NEXT DAY ] ***

Early morning, 10:00 AM. I went to the eye clinic near my hood.

A guy was sitting at the reception. My heart sank.

A guy! At the reception!! Huh! How gay has the world become.

"If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the one to go wrong. Corollary: If there is a worse time for something to go wrong, it will happen then."- Murphy

I cursed myself for not being careful with my spectacles.

I went into the eye clinic.

* From here on the 'Receptionist Guy' would be called as 'REC_GUY'.

REC_GUY: What do you want?

Me: (What Am I hear for? Give me the best beer you got, you Moron!) Err...I broke my glasses, so would like to have, my eyes tested and get a new one.

REC_GUY: Your name, age, address , phone number please.

[With the remaining enthusiasm left in me, I gave the vital stats he needed about me.]

REC_GUY: You are no 9.

Me: Thank you!

Took a seat next to a guy who kept his one eye cupped with his hand.

[His gurrl friend must be from CIA.]

I would like to quote another from Murphy's for him:

"Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself."-Murphy

I gave him a smile, took out my mobile and started playin "Nature Park" on it.

..

..

Half an hour later a Maruti 800 came to a halt in front of the clinic. [ For Foreign Guyz: Maruti 800 is the name of a car found abundantly in India. Google it for its stunning pics.]

I was expectin an old man probably in his 50s, with gray hair and puffy cheeks ....

But I was wrong..Very wrong....a wrong which I would say, is very right.

Holy God!! Holy be thy kingdom.

A cute chic.Stage Entry.

The chic walked in to the clinic. She smiled to the REC_GUY

REC_GUY: Good Morning Doctor.

Doctor!...Did I hear it right? Doc? Is she the Doc? The Hot Chic Doc?

Lemme dedicate this Murphy's law to this situation

"If it seems too good to be true, it probably is."-Murphy

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..

I was sittin there waitin for my rendezvous with the doc. The whole world around me was movin like a movie played in super slow speed.

REC_GUY: Patient No 1

Me:[ Playin Game]

REC_GUY: Patient No 2

Me:[ Playin Game]

..

..

REC_GUY: Patient No 8

Me: [Oh Boy!! oh Boy!! Iam next]

..

..

REC_GUY: Patient No 9

Me: [Moi Numbah!!! Oohh laa laaaa]

*** [ Doctor's Cabin ] ***

The whole place was Hi-tech. You won't expect this, from the look of it, from its faded outside.
Various machines,Gadgets.. and the Femme Fatale.

Me: Good morning madam. [ Hello! Docy! How you doin today?]

Hot_Doc_Chic: Good morning. Take this seat.

[ Pointing to a seat opposite to her.A laser machine sat in between us.]

Me: [In a very moderate voice].I broke my glasses yesterday. I need to test my eyes and get a new one.

Hot_Doc_Chi: Okay.How long you been wearin glasses.

Me: errrr..8 years.

Hot_Doc_Chic: Can you read those.Pointin to the chart.

Me: [Wow..All single digits,No complex numbers. Lucky Me!]

4...8...9...3...2...6...7....1...0...8...9..

...

...

The Hot_Doc_Chic placed a 'Mother of all Spectacles' on my eyes

Hot_Doc_Chic: Now Can you read that

..

..

I felt like, being in Pre School and yeah with a beautiful chick, helping me with numbers.

..

..

The game of 'Hide and Seek' continued with variety of lenses and combinations of it.

[She moved another machine in front of me. Asked me to rest my chin on its cradle and look directly into the lens of that machine. Ooh!! The chic with heavy duty gadgets!! Mr.God...You are killin me!]

As I looked on through its lens..All I could see was a house in the distance.

Hot_Doc_Chic: Focus your eye on the house.Okay. Dont wink.

[Wink!.Holy cow! She could read my mind I guess!! khi khi...khi..khi..khi......]

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..

After the test on both eyes. She was giving me this report, on what’s wrong with my eyes.

Hot_Doc_Chic: See..You have a problem with your cylinder....

and I was hearin...[ Hey dude! You got a yatch? Why don't me and you go to some
place ...like an un-chartered remote island far...far... away. We can run around the beaches, swim in the blue waters all day, long. Do some TAN job...and in the evenin dance under the starlit sky with the weak light of the moon....]

..... and you have to include 2 carrots with your breakfast. Eat it raw.

I was promoted to say

"Eeee!Wassup doc?" Bugs Bunny Style

A smile crept across my face. I really wanted to say that to her at that point.

Ooh… I must have looked, liked a bunny to her. A wabbit. Those kind which unmarried, uncommitted chics love to hug, when they go to sleep.

Hot_Doc_Chic: Can you give me the spectacles. I would like to check the power of the glasses.

Me: Sure Madam.

As I handed over the remains of my spectacles to the Doc, my eyes scanned her well manicured fingers

and WTF? The ring…R.I.N.G with the hard-coded licensee name.

..

..

The commander inside was shouting..

"Soldier..Stand down soldier"

"Mission Abort..Abort...Abort...I repeat Abort mission."

"Committed Chick.Situation Hostile.Abort.."

"Soldier.Return to base immiedietly."

I replied to the commander inside me

"Aborting mission.Returning to base.ETA 30 mins."

..

..

Me: Thank you doctor.

And walked out with the prescription.

Mr Murphy. Please enlighten me on this with your all-time-right laws.

"All the good ones are already taken."- Murphy.

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Sunday, April 6, 2008

< The Syndicate >

Standing at a corner of this street, near to a sleazy motel, I was enjoyin my cigar, watching the thick white fumes, dissolve in the air. It burned fast.

"Damn Wind".
I murmured.

I looked like someone, who had just gotten off his bike, after a long cruise on this winter night.
I was dressed in black- All leather.

The freezing weather had forced, people to stay indoors.The street was empty, except for these cheap mobster punks and tired eyed prostitutes, waiting for a trick.

I saw the red and blue of the police car enter the street. "Good guys looking for suspicious activity". I grinned.
The car coasted down the street. The lights painted the street, like the whole street was in flames.

I looked at my watch. It displayed 12:15 AM. She is late... as usual.
I was waitin for the 'German Beauty'. The wait seemed long. I took out another cigar from the packet.
..
..
A few hours back, I received the text of bad news.
"Things have leaked. Its brewin up in the syndicate. We want you here at 12:00 AM. We need to shape things up."
..
..
I expected this.The way it all went; I felt at times, some day... some day its gonna come crashing like a winter storm, raining ice pitchforks.

"Fuck! I've warned them of this"

With the syndicate, I've had my fare share of incredible, unpredictable mix of the good, bad, and the ugly.
The situation has flown into hostile territory. It steered itself into hopelessness.

"Fuck!
Fuck!Fuck!...... I've told them before."

Being here, my life will be drawn to stagnation .... to insanity.
..
..
Here she comes, cruising down the street, Mercedes Benz- The German beauty. She stopped in front of the motel.
I entered the motel through a door, under the iron stairs on to my left.
..
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Inside the motel, the whole world was dimly lit. Flickering lamps, faded colors, sad old thing.
I entered the room 245.

The room was filled with milky white light.
The boss was seated in a chair, with a glass of vodka. His henchmen were sitting on the chairs near the window.

Boss: "Quench your thirst. Then we can talk."- He said pointing to the liquor.
Me: "Thank you". - I don't want to be in my senses, when he starts talking nonsense and pretends.
It was good stuff, tasted good, going down.
Boss:" We know, we are fighting a losing battle. Aint it?"
I nodded my head in response.
Boss: "Where did we go wrong?"

As if he didn't know that. I know he likes to talk too much; but i preferred some action.
For me
it felt like, too much foreplay before the sex. Some ones gonna get numb all over, if we talk too much aint it?
Me:"Err.....an year back. We had a situation, you were not reachable , that time when it happened. But we briefed you on the 'inbound factor', then."
Boss:"Yeah..I remember..I remember...What in your opinion should we do now? Give me the best fix."

AAAhhhhhh.... He wants the best fix. Is the vodka too strong on him? I am the 'Sorcerer'. Oh Christ...! I hate this role.
Me:" I've made a few negotiations. That should work. We still have some people on the inside, who are still loyal to us. They can be made to compromise, a bit for our benefit, till the book looks strong.
But all this ...all this will work, if and only if the leaks are taken care of. I leave that to you sir."
I can buy +20 days for the book.

Jeezus Christ!!... I know this is like juggling fireballs in the air. One false move, and you are a running...screaming... ball of fire.
Boss: " OKay! You do your job"

I felt the illusion of control.
Me: " About the leaks. I would appreciate if you could personally handle it. That way, I will have less issues to deal with."
I had strapped myself with enough problems. I need to be light for the manoeuvre.I expect him ` to do his bit.
Me:"I think ..I better take my leave of you. Gotta do a lot tomorrow. Good Bye"
The Boss nodded his head.

I stepped into the dim lit corridor. The path ahead was dark, muffled voices echoed in that alley.The alley of my life.
..
..
I was back in the street. I could walk a few meter down the street, wave a cab, take my ride home and close the door to the harsh winter behind.

My mind wandered back..
The Boss.. The false promise.
'Castling'. The escape in this game of war.
I hate it.
I will have the same nightmare, in full color. Soon.!!!
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I was woken up today by the pleasing ring of my cellphone.

Aaaargghh! Did I keep the alarm?
Nope! I didnt.
I quickly grabbed my phone. Call from an unknown number.
I took the call.

Me: "Hello! Good morning."
Female Voice :" Hello! Swathi.... Can I get Swathi online please?"
Me: "Swathi! You must have dialed the wrong number."
Female Voice :" Errr... Sorry!.."
Me: "It's alright. Been a long time I've seen the sunrise. I should say,Thank you."
Female Voice :[Laughs] ..Bye.
Me: "Bye" [Disconnects the call ]
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Swathi,.... Swathi... Aaaaaaaaaarrrrghhh! The name sounds familiar,similar..
Oh Gwad...Nooooooooo..Nooooooo................

Friday, April 4, 2008

< Broken Echo >

Sitting in the backseat of a moving car, I was on my way back home.
The city sped by, backward, a dead forest of concrete buildings, brick walls, dark rooftops.
I closed my eyes.I was on a continuous graveyard shift, badly needed a sleep.

The cabby switched on the radio. I very much liked this song once, the strings especially.
I remembered these words.
" The past has a way of sneaking up on us. You will hear broken echoes of it everywhere, like a bad replay. You will get mad at everyone for reminding you about it, even if its all in your head."
..
Ever experience that feeling where in you get all the symptoms of being sick but you're not really sick? I kinda feel that way right now....

Hotel California...streamed live...

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair.
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air.
Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light.
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

My foot tapped on the floor.

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!'
I chorused the last two lines..

".... You can check-out any time you like...
..... But you can never leave....."

I eased in the backseat. Neon lights sped by, in the rear view mirror.
I could see the starlit sky through the window.
Some where, high up in the heavens, my constellation is 'Playing It Bogart'.