Bad Blog Post #5

(#3 & #4 are on the comp back home)

So there we were... 5 fairly unimportant people. 4 of us squeezed tight in the back of a cab. One of us (i.e. me) up front with the driver.. and well.. not much else. I have all the space in the world, while everyone else's bums are scrunched beyond description. Funny thing about bums though isn't it? No matter how inconvenient the seating arrangement the hind quarters always make do. Almost defying the laws of physics. Matter disintegrates into some hidden dimension and/or space is created where there previously was none.

(I have nurtured this theory for the longest time. And by some strange cosmic coincidence, so has G. My feelings are mixed: somewhat relieved that I'm not the only one who spends a considerable amount of time pondering such potentially life changing questions. And also slightly robbed of the idea. Funny thing about ideas though isn't it? You always wonder whether yours is crazy enough to not be replicated in any other brain.)

We laugh... constantly.. from point of departure to destination. At ourselves, at work, our bums and bad mallu/tam/surd jokes. Our bellies full of assorted garbage we rumble along through the suburbs in our grand chariot.

The driver loses the way.. We laugh. He has in fact never really been in possession of "the way" and has conveniently chosen to keep this choice bit of information to himself. We laugh some more..

We make our to-do lists.. Must do this more often. Must eat, drink and be merry (G) for in the long run we are all dead (S). Must resume early morning jogs (the suggestion promptly followed by laughter). Must treasure the little moments. All this drunkennes without a single drop of alcohol.

We are one of us chubby, one of us tall, one of us tiny, one of us incomprehensible. The 5th is me and well I'm just me. We are all of us sleepy.

And then the journey comes to a close. We exchange warm goodbyes and awkward hugs. The party breaks up into 5 fairly nondescript little blobs.

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I dedicate this post to the driver. For agreeing to accommodate the lot of us and braving our squeels and complaints. We managed to get home without a scratch. He escaped with minor injuries.