Infinite queue

Yesterday, after dinner, when we started out for a walk, as we approached a junction, we spotted a chair in a shoop on the left. As we kept getting closer, another chair revealed itself and then another and then another till we were in front of the shop and the chairs reached the other end of the wall. this was in a barber's shop. To all those who have studied queuing theory, you would have read of the server, queue terms. Well, this seemed like an infinite queue..

The Other side of the Favourite

There is a song that I like a lot. My friend offers her ear-phone when her ipod is about to play this song. I could hear this song for the proverbial 'any number of times'.
Recently, I kept waking every hour of the night to realise that a song was playing, it had irritating on-off beats, it is the same favorite song. All this sudden change in affections was due to the fact that the song was played whole night in repeat mode but at such a feeble volume that the only discernible strains were the on/off sort of cacophonic distortion of what was once music.

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On the other side

Today is a very dull day. Usually I hate these days with no sun. Not to want coffee on a day like this is abnormal. Which explains why my profesor was trying to gulp his coffee just before the class started.

From the slightly open blinds I could see afternoon was beginning to rear its head just about to ruin my coffee plan on the said weather day.

By the end of the class, nothing had changed. I had coffee and was lookign for a nice place to sit and study, preferably a lawn sort of a thing.

And as I kept walking looking for a place, I just kept walking and now I wanted to go on a walk.. HW calls ... more later

slow motion to flow

Yesterday after coming out of gym, I saw a group of people dressed in white, doing a rythmic movement of of bending to the left and crossing the right leg from behind ..switching back and forth this way and then lifting the right leg up into the air and just turning over. I would not have noticed it so much if I did not recognise what this conccerted movemets so slow in practice become like an unstoppable flow of movements when done to the music of hand-dealt drums. What was going on was a practice session of African dance which was done at a new student orientation at the college.

broken lyrics

Today my boss was away with everybody's knowledge, what with his relaying of information about the precise moment of his absence. My cubicle mate was away too on some training. I was reminded of a song I used to hear repeatedly 3 years ago, when i was working alone on weekends. I cant recall the lyrics. It was something about a very sad state of affairs in a poor man's life.. his broken sink/kitchen. Not any famous song. I am afraid, I will neve rknow the name of the song. I was searching on the net for it. It suddenly seized my interest, that if you actually let, you could go crazy about lyrics. The beauty of a short piece is in its wholesomeness.

Salsa all the way...

Let me salsa

My friend and I , set out for a fun time. She looked at my sneakers and screamed at me. 'Sneakers not allowed!'. Suddenly it came
to me, like voices from the past. We were going to a dance club and that was a no-no. We hurried back and made amendments and waited for the bus eagerly. We didnt have to look around like lost sheep to be located by the shepherd, as we had already surveyed the ground. once there, I just showed off my little- dangerous knowledge of tyres parked wrong, to kill the time spent in waiting for the ticket counter to open. Once we were let in, I felt like we were in a dark den, until we saw the instructor practicing her lessons for the class. the dance seemed so lively.
She asked all the students to stand in a line, and showed us the basic step. hmm.. easy I thought. I saw that famous step in many dances, and as I recalled it into action.. the instructor just replied to what was going on in my mind. How did the two count step turn into the three count step. When I learnt it earlier, i seemed to have not noticed the importance of the third tap and this has cost me more than missed steps and instructions from partners too.
the next step, was twirl and then crossbow. Till here it was algebra. and then whatever happened next was all really latin to me.
All I remember form then on, is one of the partners morphing into a scholarly guy making a fun dance into a science of twirls measuring to one and athird count and such ununderstandable jargon, which could only be suppressed by faking of comprehension.
And towards the cool-off time, I saw my friend dancing, she seemed like a doll gliding so smoothly, with ease . The steps which seemed so simple when learnt discretely seemed so like part of a meticulouslyly woven lace work.