by ramakrishnan parthasarathy
What follows this is bollocks. What actually follows is this. This time nothing followed. Followed what? I havenâ€™t heard music in a year. I mean music in the way I used to. Now I donâ€™t mean music. I mean business. My head tosses and turns. Tosses plus turns divided by two gives their mean. I am mean. A minimum of two. My pride has gone for a toss. What turns is for Abyssinia to ponder. And about a cogent analysis of subcutaneous breathing on my part.
I cut my hair today. Or rather the barber did. The barber was not named Rather. I donâ€™t know the name but Rather was in CBS. Rather, he was employed by CBS. As to CNN, it is impossible for the CN group to link to Nitrogen. Thatâ€™s why they had cable. I have no hopes. All the hopes I had went through the cable when I stopped hearing music. I never have had cable. Who pays for that shit? I once paid 50 paise to shit in the bus-stand of the city where I went to college. Actually twice. Once I had shit my pants. 50 paise translates to a penny and more here. Shit translates only to shit though. My neighboring blue collar scientist dipped his stained hand inside the tub where I had to wash my passage. I pulled my pants up. My passage was unwashed. May be later they did wash. The tub I mean. My passage is only for me to wash.