Evanesce
Circumstances forced me in to the coffee shop. Not that I hated the place but it was not in the agenda. Let me set the expectations right. An hour from now, will their sense of purpose suppress their ID aggressions? In another hour, I guess their ego will be too immature to do that - experience counts. Well the force with which I am going to come down on the wannabees is directly related to the time gap between me walking in to the shop and the shop shutting down.
Let me analyze the prospectus at hand. Deep breath.......Opened the door. Reasonable catch. An average collection for a Sunday evening, when people are expected to be found in more sophisticated locations. I have a book and a map of London. Took the map from the library when I walked out. A freebie. Now I know what to do. Browse the map, if it is not interesting enough read the book.
Got the coffee. Was never a fan of the coffee from that shop. Could easily perceive "ostrich heads" popping up when I started to spread out the A1 size London map. In a place where eccentricity are a rule than exceptions, I wonder why people are concerned. The foolishness of me studying a London city map, kept on recurring in my ego. I really wonder if London will be kind enough to appear in my wildest dreams even if I slept on cloud nine. Doesn't matter. Parks, shopping streets, WCs, WCs for the disabled, tube stations, express ways to the airport, canals, pathways, tube paths, art galleries, theaters ........what not, tried to locate each and every symbol according to the legend. My attention turned to ads in the back.... ads about plays , cinemas, tours, public interest ads, university ads .......Ohhh....damn ....How did I miss that. My eyes fell on the book by the map. Impressive cover illustration.
How could I miss it. I admired its author, hence me selecting the book was more or less an involuntary act of choosing it from the shelf spotting the name of the author and my brain pressing the fact to me that its his latest work. Most of the times book selection used to happen the other way round. Admiring the beauty of the book and then checking for the details. Whatever, the book at hand looks like a reasonable choice. A lady fading away. That too a lady in short hair. God I am overwhelmed by the illustration in the cover.
Map regained its original shape. Book spread wide open before me. My efforts to read it was a disaster. I was humbled by my ignorance. "Carer" what the hell does a carer mean. Damn the protagonist, the lady is a "carer". I came across the word more than once in the first page. This can't go forward. To the backside of the book. Expected author profile. Nothing new, am well aware of the guy. Searched the book throughout for all written information except the novel in itself.
Unforeseen crowd in the shop. Here they come....Two girls. Lucky me, shared my table, thanks for the lack of space. My ears tuning in for chit chat. Boom, ...."How did you solve the bernoulli's theorem problem?....The answers didn't match for me".
God what has this earth come to. Didn't have to wait for long, my curiosity vaporised. The would be IT jerks. That's an easy guess. Preparing to take the stupidest plunge of their life. B.E. God save you ladies. The illustration on the book generates more curiosity in me than your life-death exam experience.
Me my book. Thoughts......I should blog about this evening......I should sit in the beach and drink.....I should sit in the balcony and drink.....I should quit.....I should take up an post graduate degree in anything other than technology...... Should own a shot gun......Direct a movie......Drive.....Kill.......
Not many are left. Well, before the imminent situation of "not any are left", I walked out. The guy in the counter was amused by the aggressiveness of my motion, failing him in his expectation of me floating out. Thanks for the tranquility which commanded my composure so far.
How can I come down on a devastated soul. That would be a crime against humanity I guess. More over I will lose all the pleasure in seeing someone torment in pain, in case he makes the sense out of my expressions. Can't part with that. Gave him chances/choices.
Let me analyze the prospectus at hand. Deep breath.......Opened the door. Reasonable catch. An average collection for a Sunday evening, when people are expected to be found in more sophisticated locations. I have a book and a map of London. Took the map from the library when I walked out. A freebie. Now I know what to do. Browse the map, if it is not interesting enough read the book.
Got the coffee. Was never a fan of the coffee from that shop. Could easily perceive "ostrich heads" popping up when I started to spread out the A1 size London map. In a place where eccentricity are a rule than exceptions, I wonder why people are concerned. The foolishness of me studying a London city map, kept on recurring in my ego. I really wonder if London will be kind enough to appear in my wildest dreams even if I slept on cloud nine. Doesn't matter. Parks, shopping streets, WCs, WCs for the disabled, tube stations, express ways to the airport, canals, pathways, tube paths, art galleries, theaters ........what not, tried to locate each and every symbol according to the legend. My attention turned to ads in the back.... ads about plays , cinemas, tours, public interest ads, university ads .......Ohhh....damn ....How did I miss that. My eyes fell on the book by the map. Impressive cover illustration.
How could I miss it. I admired its author, hence me selecting the book was more or less an involuntary act of choosing it from the shelf spotting the name of the author and my brain pressing the fact to me that its his latest work. Most of the times book selection used to happen the other way round. Admiring the beauty of the book and then checking for the details. Whatever, the book at hand looks like a reasonable choice. A lady fading away. That too a lady in short hair. God I am overwhelmed by the illustration in the cover.
Map regained its original shape. Book spread wide open before me. My efforts to read it was a disaster. I was humbled by my ignorance. "Carer" what the hell does a carer mean. Damn the protagonist, the lady is a "carer". I came across the word more than once in the first page. This can't go forward. To the backside of the book. Expected author profile. Nothing new, am well aware of the guy. Searched the book throughout for all written information except the novel in itself.
Unforeseen crowd in the shop. Here they come....Two girls. Lucky me, shared my table, thanks for the lack of space. My ears tuning in for chit chat. Boom, ...."How did you solve the bernoulli's theorem problem?....The answers didn't match for me".
God what has this earth come to. Didn't have to wait for long, my curiosity vaporised. The would be IT jerks. That's an easy guess. Preparing to take the stupidest plunge of their life. B.E. God save you ladies. The illustration on the book generates more curiosity in me than your life-death exam experience.
Me my book. Thoughts......I should blog about this evening......I should sit in the beach and drink.....I should sit in the balcony and drink.....I should quit.....I should take up an post graduate degree in anything other than technology...... Should own a shot gun......Direct a movie......Drive.....Kill.......
Not many are left. Well, before the imminent situation of "not any are left", I walked out. The guy in the counter was amused by the aggressiveness of my motion, failing him in his expectation of me floating out. Thanks for the tranquility which commanded my composure so far.
How can I come down on a devastated soul. That would be a crime against humanity I guess. More over I will lose all the pleasure in seeing someone torment in pain, in case he makes the sense out of my expressions. Can't part with that. Gave him chances/choices.
posted by catherine at 10:33 PM
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mark your stalker count up by one
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