Words, afterwords and the comma in-between.

Alright. I am back to blogland. Just not about in Spaces.

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Cheers and send me the fish later.

Zenspeaks has left the house. After 19 months of regular and sporadic blogging, the time has come to say good bye!

A new blog may perhaps come along...or has already been in existence for a while; we will never know which one is true. The reason being: I don't blog for the comments or for the hits!

But anyway, as Douglas (Adams) once put it, "So long and thanks (for all the fish)."

Dee Iyer has been cheated. Last week, she broke into a fit of buying a cat. Much to her mother’s dismay, on Ganesh Chaturthi, a new guest came home…An cat with 3 legs.

Now, let’s assume that a cat costs Rs.100/-. How much would you pay for a three-legged cat? In my head, I’d pay Rs.75/-. Simple….for 3/4^th of a cat, I’d pay 3/4^th of Rs.100. BUT NO…Dee pays nothing and gets home a three-legged cat that is also STERALIZED. Sheesh, I can’t believe that a smartie like Dee allowed herself to be taken for a cat-sized ride like this. A sterilized, 3 legged cat downloaded on her for free.

That’s not all. Dee’s feeling all sanguine about the cat and ends up calling her sterilized-three-legged-pet as Cinnamon. Sangiune…Cinnamon? I’d call it Reddy!

It’s ok Dee, I’ll overlook these little incidents when it comes to your annual friend appraisal and evaluation!

Happy Holiday…or Independence Day! Me thinks that the former stands stronger, no one seems to really worry about the past!

Anyway, this morning I was at work and I was required to call up the DIG of Bangalore Police for an interview…he also happens to be the jailor of Bangalore jail. So, by 7:20, I’m calling him (Please remember, he’s a jailor.), and his ring tone comes up. I really HATE caller tunes but this one had me in splits.  It was just so ironical, that a jailor had to have THIS Kishore Kumar song as a caller tune.

“Zindagi, ek safar, hai suhana. Jahan…kal kya ho, jisne jaana…..Yodleeeeeeeeeeeee”

Rather unnerving and disconcerting that a jailor tells you…you’ll never know what’ll happen to you tomorrow!

On a very bored Sunday morning…SMS sent to four micro-bio students that I know.

 Where will I be able to get a vial of stem-cells?

Answer 1: Break into the cancer research lab at I.I.Sc. One in Chennai I think. I’ve never worked with them. Only cancer cells. (I don’t want cancer cells Dammit…I’m Piscean!)

Answer 2: If u try and get a girl pregnant and she is ready to donate her embryo to you. It’s a real nasty thought… But u triggered it off in my head. (Way to go eh…Tigger. Pooh Pooh Pooh…what a nasty thought.)

Answer 3: You’re a retard. In some highly guarded lab at I.I.Sc. (Retard….Me? That thought did stem in someone’s head!)

Answer 4: (Part A) Huh? What? U won’t be able to.

                 (Part B…after 15 minutes) Stem cells can’t be cultured in vials. (That’s a fast tube-light)

What a hilarious beginning to a good Sunday!