THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

fly or not fly

The whack job that i am, my life and my friends (oblivious to circumstance) also have a whack sense of humor. Here's a couple of snippets of conversation i had with two different friends on the same day.

A: Duuuude, how've you been?
S: Long time mate. Been well and all around the park. And you?
A: I knew you'd retrun from the US!
S: How? Why?
A: 'coz you and me are like fly and shit. We are meant to be together.

This got me thinking. I didn't want to be the fly sticking to shit and definitely didn't want to be shit. Silence was my only argument though. Also, realisation struck and the meaning of the song 'Suga Suga, How you get so fly?' then dawned on me. And then, later that day

B: S, are you alright? Sick?
S: Nope. Just haven't slept in two days.
B: No wonder. You look like shit.

8 comments:

Siraj said...

HAHAHAHAH - (insert your last blog title here)

Anu Russell said...

lol!!!

so r u back?

second_wind said...

holy shit :)

Seashells said...

@ siraj
:). How's married life treating you?

@ anu russell
Back meaning? I already told you i moved to India.

@ second_wind
Hehehehe... Good one. :)

Perspective Inc said...

LOL!!

Siraj said...

@seashells

going gr8

Sameer 'JOSH'i said...

nice shit tht one!

Seashells said...

@ perspective inc.
long time no c?

@ Sameer Joshi
Thank you. Do come by again.