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The Spacebar

I wonder why the spacebar key is so big. I mean, there is something like the aesthetic appeal of the keyboard too, dammit! No symmetry in anything at all. Now look at the alphabets. All in similar sizes neatly stacked. Then the numbers and special characters. So far so good. But when it comes to the spacebar...whoa! What were those guys thinking anyway? I bet the chief designer fell asleep at his desk and drew a rather longish key than he meant to (or would have if he had been awake) and suddenly some copier from somewhere got activated by the sleepy flick of his wrist and printed a million copies of the design. And then a gust of wind blew one of the designs into the printing press and another million copies of the same were printed. Our design-man, meanwhile was still happily sleeping. Then another gust of wind blew a copy of the design on the boss' desk and he had a look at it without his glasses on, decided his chief designer must have done a great job as always and approved it. What happened after that is history. Er, well actually it’s the present and future too as far as I can see.

Moral of the story - keep office windows shut to keep gusts of wind out.

Ban-galore

I was beginning to think they had spent considerable amount of thought while naming the city.
1. Pubs and discos are closed at 11:30PM, a time when most party-going mortals start to leave their homes.
2. Dancing is banned everywhere. If you so much as tap your foot standing on the bus-stop, you will be jailed for unethical behaviour.
3. There are no new movies showing. When they eventually manage to find their way to the city, the third sequels have already hit the TV channels.
4. Every other road is dug up for the metro. If it isn't dug up for the metro, it is dug up for civic work. If it isn't dug up at all, it is choked with traffic. Oh well.

Little wonder that they call this garden city Ban-Galore?

On The Warpath

Normally, I am quite chicken. One day though, I had to absolutely get to the refrigerator to put some goodies into my growling tummy, when what should I see but the hugest, most hideous and decidedly nasty cockroach perched guard outside the fridge door.

I nearly fainted with fright. However, my stomach didn't quite like the thought of starving just because some despicable creature from the insect kingdom decided to stake its claim on its share of food and let out a particularly loud growl.

I hesitantly approached the cockroach with a huge weapon (left shoe with pointy toes and big heel) for my protection and started muttering soothing adjectives in the hope of budging the creature from its perch.

Alas, but to no avail! He glared at me with murder in its eye and I hastily stepped back to re-strategize. Praying feverently, I decided I should imitate Jackie Chan and land a good one on the offending roach. I creeped up slowly and raised my weapon....

SMASH!!!!!

Praise be to Allah, it worked!!

My tummy is now rather snug and happy, thank you.

Out of time

My watch ran out of battery. And I ran out of time.