Baboon Logic

The last we knew, I had offended my friend Rainbow and made a new acquaintance and then disappeared into my life preoccupied with A(gni)d (whether I was trying to get away from him or I was trying to entice him by acting uninterested is still a question no one will let me answer! :().

If presented with the opportunity to do such a thing again today, I would like to make only one change. I would list some of the aphorisms I mentioned, like, Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative, Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative, Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow, Ambition is the last refuge of the failure, etc etc. This reminds me of Salver (or was it Salvor?!) Hardin from Asimov’s first foundation book, who was famous in later foundation books (particularly the second and the third) for his aphorisms. I think it was Hober Mallow who quotes him thus - Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent!

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So I talked to The Wise One just now, and he had a few comments to offer. And one of them summed up my present state of mind neatly and very accurately - love seems to have replaced my clarity of vision and the blur of a perspective with a blur of vision and clarity of perspective!

I couldn’t agree more! And then I said that love seems like bipolar disorder, to sum up everything that he didn’t sum up. :)

Everyone who learns that I’m “open” to seeing a girl (not everyone is as well informed as my blog readers :)) has advice to offer, and more often than not, it is useless and weird.

My brother thought I was dating a guy until very recently.

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I hate first dates.

And for that matter, I hate second dates and third dates too.

I hate dates. I hate ordering the first item in the menu all the time. In fact, I hate ordering anything at all. Actually, the thing I really hate is talking to the waiter, which is further complicated because I have to catch his attention first.

I hate computers. I hate flowers. I hate ccds. I hate typos. I hate recipes for deserts. particularly anything with honey. I hate himesh reshmiya. I hate himesh reshmiya being played in ccds (and he was played every time I went out, so you can imagine how much I hate him now). I hate loka. I hate ray. I hate traffic inspectors.

yeah, well, I liked my shirt. And I like girls.

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More than an year ago, I was browsing Rainbow’s (given what follows, the reader’ll understand my attempts at concealing his name :)) scrapbook, where someone had dropped in a line saying that she found his previous scrap absolutely over the top. I visited her scrapbook, dug out the culprit, and decided to help out the poor girl.

To be honest, I didn’t see that I was doing something wrong. I was not even trying to be clever, because I was so beyond trying to impress girls at that point of time, because Agnid was my roommate at that time ;), and I remember I didn’t even care enough to check out the photo album of that girl (in case she had none, I didn’t bother to check if she had one :)). I just like being obnoxious around Rainbow and I was a little insane at that time anyway. We have a long history of being obnoxious around each other. He is my oldest friend, by the way.

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For the first time in years, I don’t miss Anshul all that much! And anyone who has seen me writing in all this time will realise that for the first time I am also writing in a somewhat personal way. I don’t have to hide behind the alternate details I usually make up for my life, I don’t have to entertain anyone! For the first time, I don’t mind being myself, unafraid of the banalities and unafraid of the judgements. Anshul will spot this, I think.

Ah, but then I might be deluding myself. :)

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