11 things

Tia,

Pass me through a prism and these might possibly be the 11 visible colors of my spectrum:

My family:
It’s only amidst them that I make cavernous craters on my seat by shifting over it when some unexpected lewd ad pops up on T.V.!

My friends:
Talking of Orkut and them, they just scribble a testimonial and WAIT. Naïve and Non-expectant as they always are.

My glasses:
For those who think I can’t be anything without them: I can always be the See-No-Evil monkey.

Hyderabad:
It’s a city with a boisterous diversity of humanity. You can even find the evening strollers watching the sunset over the algae-green lake with their noses clipped.

Passers-by:
You ogle and watch their eyes go stare, stare not, stare, stare not…

Stuffed buses:
There’s every chance that you might mistake them to be mechanical peacocks, for our local heroes cling to the footboards in the formation of the bird’s spread-out tail.
And inside, people are seen imitating various Khajuraho sculptures.

Beige shoes:
The affinity between them just seems immortal. The shoes and the dirt, that is. Believe me, if it were my shoes in Kala pani, it would have given Mohan Lal a run for his money.

Soliloquizing:
I seem to have grown an addiction for it. Sometimes I even talk to my exam paper, which buys me some weird looks from the invigilator.

Cracking at high pitch:
This is the rowdiest part of music. I sound like a truck brought to a sudden screeching halt.

Smelly socks:
Thanks to them, we don’t buy mosquito repellents anymore.

Oh:
Yeah, I often realize things after it’s awfully too late.


Hey look! I am twice the size of Captain Planet already!

:)