So I know I’ve been a bit of a jerk since I’ve not been writing much these days on my FB notes or blog. In the case of my FB notes, you know I have poorly substituted my original works with those little quiz like things people put on their usual FB notes. Yes yes I’m totally at fault for this. I’ve just not been myself lately you know?
Hmm so let me start up with the updates. The cook at our place went nuts. By nuts I mean crazy. She’s only been here for about two months. Turns out she had been sick earlier. It was quite a spectacle albeit a little scary. But I wasn’t too phased since I’m slightly crazy myself, although I do not strip and run around naked like she did. In any case, she was taken to the famous Angoda Asylum where she is now under professional care. I’m happy for her, because she is a nice lady and she should get her sanity back. I was worried that my family may have shipped me along with her to Angoda, but fortunately I have been overlooked.
Madness aside, I got FL Studio 8, a nice little software used to make music… and like my earlier days of musicness, I spend time making random loops and beats… This particular version has a voice recording capability so I tried my hand at some freestyle rapping which was hilarious… and will be up on youtube soon enough. The problem with the recording is that the output kinda bleeds into the input, which is a bit of a hassle. I’m working on fixing it but as far as I see, the fault is with the ASIO4ALL drivers that I installed. Hmm….
Anyway back to the main point of this note: I have decided to name this week my personal “JUNK RIDDANCE” week, where I shall be getting rid of large amounts of junk. I’ve already given out most of my toys to random kids and will be doing the same to my little plastic dinosaurs which I found yesterday.
And the sheer amount of junk I have collected is insane! It ranges from random pieces of metal, to rocks, bones (including a shin bone of a buffalo and jaws of a shark), to various little brass trinkets and ancient motherboards. I shall be getting rid of all these things during this week.
If any of you want my ancient motherboards and 386, 486 and Celeron processor, please let me know. I hope they are in working condition. You can just take ‘em. I’m not selling anything.
I also found some of my old books… that I just don’t read anymore. I plan to donate these to a local library or to the IIT library if they take books on philosophy etc.
So if any of you need any old stuff, check with me. I just may have it. I will be putting up a list of stuff I plan to give out soon (once I have everything listed out).
Need to live a simple life. There’re just too many things to take care of and it’s just not worth it sometimes. Sometimes you just need to throw away all that junk, including the junk in your head. And that is the hardest bit.
Wishing all of you peace and sanity,
Prageeth
Filed under: Adventures
Gracefully (or so I visualized myself at that time), I swept the pen and the clip pieces off the table and hurried off to a corner where I would be relatively less-visible for prying eyes. It was beautiful in make, your average Atlas Chooty… blue ink, clear plastic body and blue highlighted tips on both ends, its silver colored metal ball point painted in its own blue carbon ink. The clip was apparently not from this pen, but a black one.
Ah joy to think that MY clip and this pen could now obviously become one, leaving this unfit, broken and incompatible clip to become obsolete. The broken clip was mended almost effortlessly leaving me to realize that this clip indeed deserved this pen, although it was different in color and was broken at first. My impression was of an interracial marriage where one partner is bedridden for sometime. Who am I to interfere with such a sacred union?
With mixed feelings, I set the pen and its clip down and moved away from the desk, just in time to see their rightful owner come sit there with a glass of water and several biscuits in hand. I smiled to myself and the clip in my hand. Should I give up hope now or should I continue this mad search? When does a warrior give up? When does the hero give into the madness that surrounds him?
“The warrior does not give up. The hero does not give in to the madness that surrounds him.” A little voice inside my head spoke with conviction. That really didn’t answer the questions but I suppose it would have to do for now. There was nothing else left to do but to go onwards with my quest. Like a knight of fantasy, I rode off away from my cluster of desks to the distant land in the corner off the office where the Provider of Water is.
Upon reaching the Provider of Water, I extracted some of the sacred liquid from it to quench my thirst from the long journey. Warily I looked around to see who and what was available. An empty conference area to my left looked promising, so I walked towards it to see if it held the object of my desire: a clipless pen.
I found nothing on top of that conference table except for a fancy looking office phone with a digital screen on it. I like those phones. You can use them for called ID, SMS and stuff. I always wanted to have one of my own although I didn’t want to pay the bills. Thus are the conflicts in my head.
In desperation, I happen to come across an old ally; none other than Deshan (known as Mahmar the Magnificient), and since he was a good soul that routinely exhibited his gluttony alongside me, I did not wish to steal that which is his. So, I politely ask Mahmar for a pen, to which he agreed without much thought, for he truly is Mahmar the Magnificient: lender of clipless pens!
Gleefully, I used the clipless pen to make my list, and the weight of the universe itself seemed to ease away from my mind. It’s amazing how light you feel once you organize the chaos in your mind to something coherent. It gives you a plan of sorts to work with. And a plan is what I needed.
After writing my list, I leaned back on my chair and remembered the penless clip that was still in my clenched left hand (now covered by several layers of my corrosive sweat (my sweat is corrosive, as some of you may know already)), and I was happy to see that it was safe. Gingerly, I cleaned the little one and brought pen and clip together. They were never designed for each other, as the clip was an Atlas Chooty, and the Pen was something I had not seen before (probably something from a fancy institution or conference); but they fit together perfectly.
Thus I learned from this experience:
1. Pens are endangered in my company (or at least my floor).
2. People stick around their pens way too much.
3. Some pens and clips are just meant to be together. 
Happily, I presented Mahmar the pen, the clip and my compliments, for which I got a gracious reply.
I sit down on my seat again, a happy man. I had conquered my madness and prevented a clip from its untimely disposal.
Wait; does this mean that there is a lonely pen out there somewhere without its rightful clip? Have I done the right thing? Was it ethical? Who am I to do such deeds? I am not divinity certainly… or am I? What is the purpose of my existence? When did this all begin? How do I know if all this is real?
Perhaps the madness will never end. *sigh*
