Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Randomness makes the world a better place. An easier place. A sexier place. Randomness brings together retards annd makes them "special". Randomness makes wilderness and creatures of the night come alive. Randomness makes us anti-social. It makes us pole dance. It makes us sing Rhythm Divine. Makes us observe strange mating rituals and walk into unisex toilets. It makes us find Ladies In the Water. Apparently it also leads to Tango. It leads to aimless walks amidst Barns against backdrops of rain-lit skies. It leads to scarilicious eyes, disoriented 'orientations', single malt whiskies and intoxicating slushes. Randomness causes Lone Wolves to answer questions about Sex Positions at 4 in the night, and about brilliant retards at a 'more suitable time for girls'. It also causes myriad renditions of Na na na nananana which would put George, Paul and Co. to shame. Randomness reasons out One Spot, Jump Down, The Knife, Sssss and charading into the night. It makes sense of Condoms and Chewing Gum. It also gives meaning to being perpetually stoned apparently. And horrible V for Vendetta-like(or the eponymous version) sunburns. It takes us to Samudra Permit rooms. It makes us appreciate subtlety or the lack of it. And the various kinds of girls there are. It makes us make poor comebacks and talk till sunrise. And sometimes, once in a while, it makes us silent. And then it overwhelms us.

And just then it leaves. Quietly, shadily, mysteriously. And if you look at it as it walks away, it might just resemble a blue bus with headlights vanishing into the night.