So What Am I Exactly Doing Here ??

I wish i knew. I should have left two hours back and for some seriously dumb reason i came back to work from the class to send mails to couple of folks and thatz when the rain started. Now, last week, at around the same time, the aussies had india on the mat. no, it was worse. make that the laundromat. The indian batting order was soaked, whacked and rinsed clean and almost everyone was praying for the rain. And what happened ?? beautiful sunshine and butterflies is all that we get.

And today, i keep my jacket at home hoping to leave early, and damn, the rain comes in a week late and keeps on spraying like sidhu's commentary. non-stop, irritating and difficult-to-comprehend. Now why did i come back ?? To send an echcha update (paltry update). Can't I send it tomorrow ?? I can. Is someone going to freak out if i dont send this update ?? nope. Is it going to send our stock prices up ?? hell no. Does my update have any bearing on the total scheme of things of this universe ?? you gotta be kidding.

Then why on earth did i come back inspite of knowing all this. The reason is pretty simple. When murphy was a poor village girl on the outskirts of sriperumpudur in his previous birth, i was some aphrodiziacal pannayar (with the standard issue red-transparent-jibba, with some cattle-nail-masquerading-as-tiger-nail chain, red bullet and a crony to hold the umbrella) who destroyed their farm lands to build a cinema talkies. Thatz why even the right things, half-way into happening, suddenly change their plans, take an X-turn and go wrong.

Its 11:30 in the night, my flat is 15 kms from my place of work, the last 2 kms are actually one giant hole with a bit of tar smeared to give that "road" effect, i have a natural lake and multiple artificial lakes over that stretch and am so hungry that i could eat a herd of cattle in one go. If only someone stops by and asks me an update or tries a bad joke or some such thing, they would know how it feels to be steamrolled by a locomotive. Grrrrrr.