42 Quirks

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I’ve been tagged. Again.

A dear friend of mine tagged me with this meme a while back. For lack of interesting content & imagination to post a story, I’ll try & enthusiastically (?) answer the questions, hoping my answers will entertain you.

Here we go. Again.
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RULES:

• You can only answer yes or no.
• You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone messages or comments you and asks.

Ready, Set, Go!

I break rules — Yes
Been arrested? — NO!
Kissed someone you didn’t like? — No
Slept in until 5 PM? — Yes
Ran a red light? — Yes
Been suspended from school? — NO
Experienced love at first sight? — YES
Totaled your car in an accident? — NO
Been fired from a job? — NO
Fired somebody? — NO
Sang karaoke? — NO!
Pointed a gun at someone? — No
Done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? — Yes.
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? — NO
Kissed in the rain? — No (?)
Had a close brush with death (your own)? — YES.
Seen someone die? — No.
Played spin-the-bottle? — No.
Smoked a cigar? — Yes.
Sat on a rooftop? — Yes.
Smuggled something into another country? — No.
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? — No.
Broken a bone? — Yes
Skipped school? — No.
Eaten a bug? — No!
Sleepwalked? — No.
Walked a moonlit beach? — Yes…
Dumped someone? — Yes. No.
Lied to avoid a ticket? — Yes.
Ridden in a helicopter? — No.
Shaved your head? No.
Made your girlfriend cry? — Yes
Eaten snake? — No.
Marched/Protested? — No.
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? — No.
Puked on amusement ride? — No.
Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? — No.
Been in a band? — No.
Been on TV? — Yes.
Shot a gun? — No.
Skinny-dipped? — No.
Gave someone stitches? — No.
Ridden a surfboard? — no.
Drank straight from a liquor bottle? — Yes.
Had surgery? — Erm, yes.
Streaked? — No.
Taken by ambulance to hospital? — No.
Passed out when not drinking? — No.
Peed on a bush? — YES!
Donated Blood? — No.
Grabbed electric fence? — No.
Eaten alligator meat? — No.
Killed an animal when not hunting? — No
Peed your pants in public? — No.
Snuck into a movie without paying? — No.
Written graffiti? — No.
Still love someone you shouldn’t? — No.
Been involved in/witnessed a natural disaster? — No.
Met a celebrity? — Yes.
Been in handcuffs? — No.
Believe in love? — Y.E.S. :)
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I’m also supposed to tag 15 friends. But I won’t. Reasons?

I’m too lazy.
I’m scared I’ll be killed for passing on such silly time-pass.
I don’t know 15 people.
There aren’t 15 people who’ll read this post.

The last one is true. Honest. :P

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Finally, posting the (grand?) finale!!

I suggest, you read 24 & Dead – Part 1 & 24 & Dead – Part II before you continue…

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The fuckin meteorite had broken my toes, caused the girl and my cellphone to split, and worse, it had also fried my phone’s innards. I stopped to think – how did that happen? Magnetism? I looked at my watch. It was broken, but working. Radioactivity? Maybe… If that was it, it could be frying my innards, too.

And at that moment I knew I was going to die. I was only twenty-four and I was about to die. Pity.

I thought of fighting death till my last breath and all that poetic, euphemistic jazz. Then I realized that even if I were to make it out of here alive, I would still have to fight my extreme [blood]-phobia, somehow get to a payphone, call Emergency services, and hold on to ‘dear life’ until they managed to locate me – because I did not have a clue as to where I was. And even if they did find me they’d have to do so within the next few hours – because I estimated I’d be dead anyway by sunrise.

And then again, even if this miracle somehow DOES happen, there’s still the suspected radioactivity to consider. Already I could feel my DNA mutating, my genes shifting, my chromosomes doing whatever-it-is-that-they-do, my balls hurting… (Okay, so the last one wasn’t due to the radioactivity, so what?) Plus, I had nothing in my stomach – no food, no pills, nothing.
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As promised, here’s the part 2/3 of “24 & Dead.” On time. :)

I suggest, you read “24 & Dead – Part I” before you continue.
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So. There I was, minding my own business, eyeing the hot chick across the road, trying to think up a suitable pick-up line, when all of a sudden, there was this huge crashing noise. And then, predictably, the next thing I remember was that I was down on the road with this huge boulder was lying on my foot. My toes had been smashed. To a pulp. But you already know that. So I’ll skip that part.

Typical story, right? In fact, you know what happened next, don’t you? A huge crowd gathered around me, and someone made a frantic call to Emergency Services, while others tried to move the boulder, etc. Frankly speaking, I would have loved to say that, too – but I’d be lying.

There was no one except me and the chick, and she took one look at me, the boulder, and she split – just like that. Whatever happened to humanity and the human milk of kindness? I’m sure this one was busy staring at liposuction ads when the human milk of kindness was being distributed.

So anyway, there I am lying on the road, in the middle of nowhere, with a boulder on my feet – which are completely smashed to a pulp – and not one soul around.

Must be my lucky day.
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I have realized that I need to write my stories in one sitting. Whenever I take a break, it also breaks the flow of thought, character, humor, crispness – basically everything about the story.

Hence, a few of my previous stories have been *really* crappy – sorry about that. Hope this one isn’t – because this just happens to be a one-sitting story. Enjoy! :)
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I’m 24. I am dead. Not a good situation to be in, right?

Isn’t it funny, though? I mean, there are a zillion ways of saying, “I am dead.” They are called euphemisms, I’m told. But they all mean the same to me – dipshit. I mean, who cares if I have ‘moved on’ or ‘breathed my last’? I ain’t around to hear how beauti-fuckin-fully you are depicting the end of my existence, am I now? So what difference does that make to me?

But it isn’t my fault, really. I was right there minding my own business, when this huge boulder came crashing down and fell right on my toes.
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Back after a long hiatus. Hi. :)

Too many things to say. Too lazy to say them all.

The most memorable birthday of my life and no pictures, whatsoever. Imagine that…

Disturbing images and worrisome thoughts.

We know what films are releasing this weekend, but we don’t know the headlines of yesterday’s newspaper.

Hungry for news, and thirsty for information. No retention, please, we’re Indian.
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I have been kinda busy.

Hmm. Not quite the way to start. But does keep the reader guessing. Sure, let’s keep it. No wait, let’s modify that a little.

I have been terribly busy.

Yeah, give yourself that importance. You self-centered pompous freak!

I have been tied up with certain things that take most of my time.

Right. And the whole world is out fishing. C’mon!! The truth can’t be so bad.

I have been quite lazy these last few weeks. So lazy, I have found it difficult to do the one thing I love the most – write.

A tad too much, eh? What the heck. Let’s just give it to them plain and simple.
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Aimless writing never really interested me. I always believed, my words on paper had to have a specific purpose. Otherwise, there was no point in putting them down. May be it was a reflection of my own skepticism, my true Gemini nature.

I still don’t know whether that is right or wrong, and don’t intend to answer that question anytime soon.

What I do intend to do is, write one or two lines and then let my pen (in this case, the keyboard) take over.

I hate the notion that the “customer is king.” Often it gives insuperable authority to boorish idiots who don’t understand shit about service – any kind of service.

A king is supposed to be royal, all powerful, et cet, yes, but he also has responsibilities towards his subjects. An irresponsible kind is a king of a state headed towards anarchy.

A headless state is like an unstable compound in a chemical reaction. It soon re-arranges itself to some known ‘state’. And there are, as we know, very few known states.

Capitalism and free markets do not mean that everyone makes money. It simply means that everyone has an opportunity to make money.

To make most of an opportunity, you have to know when it comes. To know when an opportunity comes you have to be waiting for it.

The lover’s wait is the longest when it occurs and the shortest, after. In restrospect, everything becomes a thing of the past.

Memories are like scars, some remind us of our bravery, others remind us of pain. Why we choose to keep the pain and forget the others is something I’ll never find out.

But I hope to find it out some day…

That ends my short little experiment. Did I get somewhere?

Yes, a long way from where I started. Yet, it seems to be the middle of nowhere. I guess Life IS like that, most of the time, eh?