I have, old readers (not meaning those born while Nehru and Gandhi were still wetting their knickers) will agree, a lack of the rant mentality. I have never used this blog to lambast those responsible for reducing my life to that of an ordinary mortal who is
depraved deprived of BMWs, Swedish models providing mouth-to-various resuscitation when one is bored to death, or of the need to travel thousands of miles merely to deposit some money in a bank located in the Cayman Islands. I have nothing against them. After all, judging by the likes of Brothers Lehmann, I have a job, at least.
In fact, it is the struggle for daily
sexistence that has led me to forget where I was going with this intro. I wrote that a full three days back, and I could well delete it, but then I would have to start all over again. As I was saying, I have totally forgotten about what I was going to say, but am carrying on so that you can get a piece of history free of cost. What history, you ask? Well, if people continue the blogorrhea of prose and distribute awards to fellow bloggers at the current rate, the internet will explode like a Delhi firecracker dropped by young men on motorbikes.
Therefore, this post will have made its place in history in having played a crucial role in the demise of the internet.
The point of this pointless post is that, starting last week, I have been on leave. I will shortly leave to conduct an international comparative study. The secret study consists of measuring the chests and waists of female population between the ages of eighteen and twenty-eight at various stages of breathing during various recreational activities. The venue will be in a country where blue oceans and wild/tamed jungles will provide the perfect backdrop for the study. The study will lead to newer developments in the undergarment-manufacturing industry, and I will have played a small role in keeping medical science more au courant with the modern fashion-obsessed world. Look at the Americans, they keep talking of who wore what (especially Hillary Clinton), and closer home, our Home Minister, whose quotable coats were faintly tinged with distant blood.
Ladies and gents, not to put it too finely, I will be away for three weeks or so, during which period I shall feebly try to post, and also to visit your highly awarded blogs. If you miss me, know that I do, too.