Once in a while your blog creeps up on ya and bites ur own mind off... (yes thats right you read that right)
Murali is in cunningham road.
Murali goes to Infinitea.
Murali pauses while standing in front of Infinitea and sees Shezan restaurant and thinks of all the memorably bland Peas Pulaos he'd had there when working for Hewlett Packard Pvt Ltd.
Murali wipes a tiny tear off left cheek.
Murali realizes it was just sweat (Alreddy februari is hot pa April March devre gathi)
Murali walks into Infinitea. The Prodigal Sun (employee) returns, more mature, more serene....
None the wiser though.
He orders English Scones. The dish sounds delightful and rather pretentious no? He orders anyways, having a glorious picture in his mind.
He gets 4 biscuits.
One spoon of jam.
An iota of cream, which looked like some pigeon slurped it in for lunch, let it pass through its body and its excretory system ejected it with a horrendous feeling of shock and dismay.
He stepped out of Infinitea thinking I should record this weird syndrome he has...and he should title the post 'The Cookie Syndrome'. Looks like somebody's already done that for him :
The Cookie Syndrome
I couldnnav put it better myself :)
P.S : 4 years from now, I'll buy some more extremely inane bullshit in a rather overpriced place and write another post and provide a link for this one in that one. This is, of course, we survive 20 12 2012.
1 comment:
this writer shud never change and read this post 20 12 2012 and be glad he never grew up:)
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