back from the beyond of the damn nowhere :)
A bout of fever puts one’s whole life in perspective. You actually miss mundane things like waking up fresh and jump-ety. Or that you don’t take an hour to pull on a pair of trousers. Or that you don’t have to miss Red bull & Whiskey. Or drink a lemon juice instead (that hurt the most).
One has weird dreams when when one is a few degrees above normal ( does that sound correct?). Yesterday night, i had one of those really complicated dreams about some maths solution that me and my friends are trying to figure out. And, hear this, it involved almost all the branches of mathematics. So here i am lying on my bed, a bit sick & the damn brain decides to invite all my demons when i am at my weakest. And i am solving a differentiation problem using trigonometry (yeah!! can you believe that), algebra, permutations, surds & geometry….dreams are funny things. Got too disgusted in the dream. Woke up. Took a walk around the house. Slept off again. I highly recommend walks when you have mathematical type dreams. The physical exercise is perhaps some sort of a miniature outlet for the mental mayhem.
Was going to work one day & at a traffic signal, had stopped for the foot soldiers to pass. And this middle-aged man suddenly becomes all fidgety. He takes off his helmet and …..a cockroach falls out. How disgusting & yet funny is that! Actually it is more disgusting than funny.
