I dream a lot, sometimes while driving, sometimes while sitting through a meeting, sometimes while talking to someone and mostly, when I’m sleeping (thankfully). I have this ability to phase out of a conversation in an instant and start dreaming about something totally unrelated and it usually takes a slap or a hard punch to the shoulder to break my reverie.
I dream about a lot of things – women, alcohol, fame, money, glory, women, phones, happiness, women, books, people, friends, enemies, work, office and women. I sometimes dream about women too, but not always. Er, was that a bit too much information? Shit, I think it was!
Anyway, I digress. The coming of the new year has been tremendous to my spirits. By spirits, I mean the type that is usually consumed orally. But otherwise too, my state of mind has been generally quite a happy one, with lots of hopes and dreams about what the new year is about to dish out. One thing I know for sure is that I’m gonna remain the Divine Yo-yo that I’ve always been. What strengthened my belief in this was an incident that happened last evening, when I was having a conversation with my friend about the lamest of lame topics – shoelaces.
Yeah, I was actually having an intelligent conversation about shoelaces with a friend of mine over a smoke, and he suggested that it was unfair for a person to spend more than 3 seconds in fastening a pair of shoes. He wanted to invent a self-tying shoelace or something that would save us our time. He had obviously never heard of Velcro.
I gently reminded him that many shoes don’t even have laces nowadays and that people don’t actually mind spending a bit more than 3 seconds tying the laces. But the guy was adamant. Maybe because he had been drinking all day long and he wasn’t in his senses; maybe because he was just being stupid, as always, I don’t know, but he was really adamant about the fact that we need automatic self-tying shoelaces!
So, I ventured a bit and actually started dreaming about the possibility of automating everything in life. It wasn’t a very good dream, as I had quite a few pervert thoughts (as you can guess). I started giggling to myself at those thoughts, when this guy decided to slap me on the head quite hard. It was quite a blow – it made me fall off the parapet and land face down on the ground. It wasn’t that high a parapet thankfully but three feet can feel like three hundred when you fall face down, and unexpectedly.
I got a text message from the guy this morning apologizing for his actions as he had thought that I was laughing at his idea and that though he still believed the idea was worth a shot, he shouldn’t have hit me on the head.
I replied to his message, “Thanks, I needed that.”
He obviously failed to see the sarcasm behind that and sent a smiley back. What a world! What a start to the year! 😀
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