Just back from office. Called up Sundeep. Malaria. Bad News. Called up George. Didn't pick up. Good news, probably considering the fact that he might not be in a balanced state of mind to actually answer his phone, and might end up breaking it in the process.

Yesterday was one of the few times that I actually laughed so hard that my stomach was aching badly by the time I was done. Am not going to write the reason as to why I was laughing 'cause I might have to endure a long-winded speech and an ass-kicking that will hurt like hell.

Today when I was driving to work in the morning, I was my usual self (i.e. Didn't give a shit to anyone on the road and drove like Valentino Rossi ), when I happened to encounter a really funny guy who was very interested in whether I told the people in my house where I was going. Actually a lot of people seem to be interested in whether I told the people in my house where I was going. Weird. On top of that I keep hearing a lot of names of the human anatomy shouted at to me whenever I'm driving. Very weird. This was especially true a couple of days back when I pulled a George on the road and thought that I could drive wherever I want irrespective of whether those stupid big lights on the road were on red. Halfway through common sense got the better of me and I stopped. A normal person would have appreciated me on my sense of duty and adherence to the law but one guy didn't seem to think so. Oh, by the way, he happened to have driven right into my motorbike and was caught between my exhaust and the rear tyre. So we were pretty much the chums till he got free and then looked at me with a glare, I swear could have melted ice. It was then that I realized what had happened, two more people had driven into this guy's motorcycle and there were quite a lot of spare parts scattered all over the road. I knew that I was on the right side of the law, gave him a silly grin and pointed to the signal.

Anyway incidents like these keep happening to me and I am slowly realizing the fact if I continue driving on the roads for a few more years, there are 3 things that might happen.

[A] I might get my ass kicked and get thrown in jail.
[B] I might have to endure the beating of a lifetime and spend the rest of my years counting the bars in prison and singing old Rajnikanth songs.
[C] Or both.

Anyway, am now in a very reflective mood and am going to put off my computer and get myself a nice, cold ......... , and probably get a mouthful of words which basically revolve around the reproductive organs of the human body. Lol.