Friday, May 06, 2011

of the men who are corn flakes body builders

I cannot speak.

It's the dead of night and my insomniac self is typically awake. Sometimes, one rude gesture can cloud a whole evening. I think its worth the effort you need to make to be polite to people. 
The keyboard of my brand new laptop has failed me, the only way I can type is by holding the function key down all the time and this is major finger gymming.
My ATM card split into two and I spent a whole week using one half of it (it worked) till I cellotaped it back together.
Reliance keeps calling me with fictional bills from 4 months back that I've paid but they insist so I don't pick up unknown numbers anymore, to my loss.
Skype has passed away on my laptop.
My other laptop only works when I stretch the charging cord really tight. 
(All this sounds bizzare to you, you don't deserve this bad treatment, I know, I should have written about my theory on men and their google hypochondria and corn flakes body building habits) 

Technology has debilitated me into facing these surreal problems. 

I wish I was in the hills smelling pine cones and drinking chai, dressed in the cheap new clothes I bought today and staring at the mountains from the terrace. 


Doctor Love said...


1. Get yourself an Apple.

2. Dump the Ambanis. Did you not hear that... "Mere Baap ka Ek hi Sapna, Sabka Maal Apna".

3. The mystery of the ATM Card splitting in two is funny :-)

Mountains? where are you honey?


Doc Love

Anonymous said...

@Doc Love: yet another moron who cant keep his dick in his pants... :P

Y? said...

@ Doc Love : I am against the institution of apple :)
@anon: huh?

phatichar said...

hota hai kabhi kabhi...just reboot. hehehe ;-)