I landed on the wrong planet

The bell chimed as he walked in for the second time. "Hey! It's been a while," said the man at the bar. "I need a drink," said he as he shook his head, trying to dispel the uncomfortable truth repeatedly spanking him sensuously. And that is how we find our hero, sipping something muddy on another planet.

Name:
Location: Yaadhum Oore. Yaavarum Kelir

I am a bad imitation of don Quixote.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Blackout!

I am sure this going to turn out into one of those things you laugh about looking back. But right now, I am shit scared.

This is how it happened:

Monday afternoon, 3PM. I was having a little siesta staying at my aunt's place...

The doorbell rings. Surprisingly, I am up at the first ring. Very strange!

I know it should be my aunt. I open the door and find her standing outside the iron grilled gate. I had locked it. As she says 'hi' and starts talking to me, I reply groggily as I am not completely awake yet. I unlock the door and place the lock near the stand. I unlatch the door and she steps inside as I turn around, still answering her.

......


Why am I lying on the floor? Why are my aunt and uncle shouting at me to get up? Why are my eyes closed? Why can't I f**kin open them!!!

I open my eyes with a great effort and find both of them bending over me. I am still in front of the door. And my head started throbbin' mad!

After some concerned questions and some quick rubbing at a possible swelling place in my head, they start recounting what had happened. It seems I turned around talking and I fell. Just like that. Thankfully, I had missed quite a few dangerous places. Like the sharp concrete corner of the stand, the rock hard iron gate, the door in front me. I should throw a party for my guardian angels.

And looks like I bit my tongue in the process. It still feels funny. Like a bit of my tongue is not quite there. That part of my tongue has turned into a deep purple. Like I have a perpetual bit of Black Currant in my mouth.

I am still wondering how or why it happened. Itsn't like I had a late night or I was stressed out or that I was high. None. Zilch. And the strangest thing is, I don't feel a thing except for the physical pain because of the fall. Curioser and Curioser.

But I am scared. What if this thing had happened when I was driving. Or in the loo, locked up? Man! When you start considering the what-ifs, you might as well give up hope and die.

Well, I still haven't done skydiving. I should do that soon. And bumjy jumping, and spelunking (whatever that is) and a lot of other things. Sheesh! And here was I, thinkin life was too borin'. I just got my wish. Next time, God, no catches!