Why because

So, though my reader- base (whom am I kidding? Reader-base? More like a legend – always heard of, never seen of) ... does not wonder why am I missing in action for the past one week; I shall become shameless and indulge in washing the dirty linen on the blog . Does any one have Surf? No? Tide? Yes? Thank you.

The last one week has been horrendous to say the least. Like how the audience watching Saawariya felt ... like how it felt to be the stockholder of a blue chip company when the market went on a free fall; like how it felt to be a Patriot’s fan during this years Super Bowl. Like how it felt to be an employee of TCS when it cut the variable pay.

Yes. It was something like that, only much much more magnified. Like looking at the still shuddering leg of a dead cockroach under a microscope and watching the movement of the fine body hair the leg possesses; yes – that magnified.

So, as I was saying – the week has been horrendous. And now you know how horrendous.
Why? I hear you ask. (“you”? What a joke – we’ve already established that the reader-base of this blog is a legend)

Anyways, shameless that I am ...

Why because (and this was a ‘in’ phrase when I was at school – those 4th to 6th grade engilpis – yessir it was .. everything used to be “aye, why yaaa?” “aiiyyoo why because; you know ...”
So when you had questions like –
“aye why yaa not talking since yesterday to me yaaa?”
“aiyyoo why because you stoled my rubber no?”

“why did you not do your homework you @#$!@#$@!$!@... show me your hand, outstretched..” (the sounds of the steel scale(ruler) hitting our delicate knuckles still resonates the school building... like the haunted last cry of a dying pigeon shot midair) (poetic no? all that pigeon and all?)
“Miss , miss why because miss .... my rubber miss, he stoled miss”)

So there now, you know the story of the “why because” and you know from where our dear Aamir Khan got his story.

Anyways, getting back

The week has been horrendous.
Why?
Why because ... *sigh* it was horrendous.

Also, a lass named Taru did not tag us in her blog.

Also, another lass thinks she has me figured out as she reads my blog; sends me a horrendously (yes i love the word) long email with her assumptions of what is wrong with me. I did not know I held a Paris Hiltonian celebrity status in my blog ...

Also another lad thinks he is in undying love with me ... in his words – “I have a job, I look more handsome than you, I have my own car. Why cant we go around together?”
Well, the lad now has his own cell. No, not Nokia 6610i; I meant his cell room in the Bangalore police station.

Also, too much of work at the aaphis!

Also, ear infection, throat infection, cold, cough, rhinitis and sinusitis. There, that list has everything except Aids and Cancer me thinks.
My doctor bought a new Mercedes Benz. His kids now watch movies only in the Gold Class of PVR Cinemas.

PS
I know I have Wonne tag to complete by Amlan Nanda; I shall I shall I shall.

PPS
I yam leaving for Antartica (for the wones who dont know, it is my country) ; packing bags for my annual visit ... V-day is close by you see.