Dancing in the Rain

I wish I was that tree outside my window.

It stands still for days on end, doing nothing. But every once in a while, it comes to life, charged with an enthusiasm only God could inspire. And it sways and it swirls and loses itself in the arms of a gushing wind and a soaking rain. Rooted, and yet so mindlessly free. Never leaving the spot and yet, transported worlds and eras away.

And just as effortlessly, it returns to its motionless existence.

I wish I was that tree outside my window, just for that one moment, that one dance in the rain.

Dynamics of bike riding

It takes a certain amount of knowledge, a smattering of practice and some basic physical requirements. Obviously I was missing out on something...

Anybody who knows me would say that I'm a smart-mouth, smarty-pants, smarty-whatever-else-the-hell-they-can-think-of. They'd know that I've driven a lot of other kind of vehicles and have been driving since time immemorial.

So even anybody who doesn't know me can probably guess by now that its the third vital requirement that I failed to fulfil.

There have been times when I wished I wasn't the first one in line in school assemblies, or in the front row of the class photo with the class teacher instead of in the back with my friends. But it never irked me so poignantly until last night.

Last night, I developed a new respect for the "long-legged female".

Taking my baby apart

Screw by screw.

Literally.

Let me start from the beginning... there was a glitch in the display of my laptop. When tilted at a particular angle, the screen would go blank. There are just some angles my display doesn't like! Maybe its just uncomfortable! So help me god... I tried to cure it of its stubbornness.

The operation theatre was a well-equipped lab... the surgeons a pair of networks engineering students. And of course me, lurking in the background, oohing with every creak, aahing with every crumb of plastic that shed. It was an interminable 45 minutes of holding my breath, at the end of which I was staring at the bits and pieces that made up the guts of my laptop.

We tweaked and we teased. We disconnected and reconnected every connection. Checked every wire. Until there was nothing left to do but put it all back together again.

At the end of the day I have some questions.... what makes a surgery successful? How come you don't get any credit for taking it apart and putting it all back together again? So we didn't solve the problem, but we managed not to create any new ones!!! :D

Fade

Midnight in a minute
How the evening flies
I bend to stir the embers
Too soon the fire dies

Whispers fade to silence
Tiptoes in the dark
I search the dying embers
For one surviving spark