Quarks and quirks

(Quarks are elemantary particles, and so are my quirks)

Apologies for this self-dabba-esque post, but rads called me a “boy”, and I could happily jump into Hudson just for that favor. Here goes the hitlist-

(*) Questioning- I tend to reason things out, by questioning and with child-like curiousity. A week back, my friend tried to explain that “not everything can be reasoned out, you should learn to take some things for granted” to which I asked “why?” (this was for dramatic purpose, see quirk#2 below)

(*) Why so serious?- I dont claim a great sense of humor, but I have no qualms cracking PJs, which not everybody might get (some are for the hardcore geeks while some need a PhD in pop-trivia or movies-o-logy). I have a hard time being serious for long.

(*) Abhimanyu- I am like Abhimanyu, in terms of conversation: I know how to wonderfully start a conversation with the other person, whoever that is, can sustain it for some time, but can not for the love of God figure out how to end that.

(*) 3 seconds- I have selective partial amnesia, like Alberto Gonzales. I was under the impression that oldfish has 3 seconds of memory, like me (Gajini?), but that myth was busted.. even Goldfish beat me to it.

(*) Where was I? ok, 4th quirk- Imsomnia: Sleeping is one of the last things that interest me, not that I am working on the next world-changing patent-pending idea by being awake. Weird..

(*) Ego- I feel like a superman in this area, who would bring it out (in a phonebooth?) when required by the situation. Actually, this isnt bad, scratch this, or maybe not, hmmn, how else will one come up with 6 quirks?!

I sincerely believe that tagging is like a communicable disease, it shouldnt spread

go and vote

Flashback- While chairing the school’s election committee, I came up with some ads urging people to vote-

• Vote- it is not your duty, it is your right
• Everytime you skip voting, everyone gets a spam email.
• Vote, and make yourself heard
• If you can spend 2 mins trying to choose between BigMac and Whooper, you can spend a few more mins and vote for someone who stands for you.
• If you can spend 2 mins to decide on HotOrNot.com, you can spend a few more mins and vote for someone who stands for you.
• Research has proven that women find men who recently voted more attractive
• Vote, or be prepared for the butterfly effect
• Voting is a product of evolution, dont be left behind with the primates.
• “Voting- so easy, even a caveman can do it” Just go to ..(url)..

love is in the air! quick, get a room freshener

As December approaches, Shehnaian can be heard from so far (and so loud) that even Ustad Bismillah Khan would have thought of taking a break.

Welcome to (arranged-cum-love) marriage season.

Atleast 4 of my friends (that I know of) are getting distant from me, and I couldnt be happier- not for them, thats secondary, but primarily for the bad-boy bachelor image (~ Salman Khan or George Clooney?) that it gives me. This is that threshold age when one can afford to be a bachelor, not become a social outcast, and yet have an air of mystery before people start casting doubts about the real reason (even if there are none). Henceforth trips to India would be heavily scrutinized under microscope with lots of fact checking- which means checking orkut albums for pics and change in status.

Boy, is it fun? One friend has already laid out rules that I am not supposed to hang out with him (and his wife in a few months) unless I bring company, to which I asked if split-personality would count. I am slowly running out of places to crash at.

With due apologies, but it seriously is boring spending time with couples. Can’t blame them as it is supposed to be the curriculum that everybody tends to stick to, but things get monotomous, expectable, and outright sloooow. No more impromptu decisions, no thrills, defintion of fun is watching a movie whose tickets were purchased 2 weeks before. As Flavors movie had summarized, Sunday morning is temple time, followed by desi food, then evening Walmart shopping and night laundry. Saturday, there is this occasional telugu movie, provided Jeevi@idlebrain gave a good review, and weekend calls start in alphabetical order, with exceptions made for calls to India. Rules of the game- questions should revolve around how the job/wife/market is, before ending with “when India trip?”.

Not that any of the above is bad or wrong, but maybe there is time, and then, to each his own. Till then, cue song- “Bachna ae haseeno, lo mein aa gaya“.

ouch my ankle

Scene- Playing tennis with friend, enjoying the last days of sunshine before Ice age starts here. Was about to take a Federer-style shot and fell spraining my right ankle. Should have realized that Olympics are in Beijing, not in this part of the world.

2 weeks go by, mild pain, light sprain, occasional swelling persists. After million prayers, managed to get an appointment with a Doc who asked me to get an X-ray. I explain to the X-ray technician about the possibility of hairline fracture and/or torn ligament to which she asks if I am in medical school. I reply “nah, I watch Scrubs!”. Hehe, ouch!

Good news: results are -ve, bad news: what do I attribute the sprain to now? How long before I can start chasing girls? Will I? Stay tuned. This suspense shouldnt be torturous.

This bandage (ankle-support) is getting me “what happened?” from people who didnt know about my existence till now, to which I say “cheating for easy parking”.