Monday, August 22, 2005

there were no monsters under the bed last night.....nor in the closet.......though the closet did contain the form of a bottle of my Dad's long forgotten sasky looking bottle of whisky, which he'd stowed in the corner behind my sharees when we were moving into this place six months back.....the other bottle of course was a remainder or a reminder of saturday evening at Ruapnjali's house, a rather innocuous bottle of breezer which I still haven't found the time to throw what did keep me up last night? Not fear of the dark but was it really just fear of loneliness.....being alone can cut both ways....either it's a feeling of exhilerating freedom or it's like starting to cry and then realizing you haven't a handkerchief..........


Blogger Sphinx said...

If it was a sasky bottle of whisky, then its definitely JD!
Don't feel lonely.
If you really feel lonely, you should read hitchhiker's... there's an entire universe out there waiting to be explored!

'Don't Panic!'

2:11 PM  
Blogger cass said...

ha ha ha ha....have u managed to get rid of it yet??

4:32 PM  
Blogger babelfish said...

cass : yip! it neatly disposed of :D that don't mean I'm any less unhappy about life in general but am generally more relieved ;D

sphinx : burnt my towel in despair..

9:31 PM  
Blogger Sphinx said...




9:46 PM  
Blogger vAgue said...

crying like you have no handkerfchief....what does that mean...'cause the tears are wont to go on irrespective...

and er, burnt your towel?:)

1:21 PM  
Blogger herenow said...

i found u!!

i ahve done my work..(smile)
nice blog btw

5:53 PM  
Blogger Sphinx said...

Vague, I quote

A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta…wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat…wrap it around your head to ward off noxious fumes…any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the Galaxy, rough it … win through, and still know where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

9:00 PM  
Anonymous vAgue said...

sphinx, the towel is my constant companion, Mr Adams teaching havenot gone on deaf ears.:) but I am not one to be reckoned with....

I still dont get what the burnt meant though...

10:13 PM  
Blogger babelfish said...

vague : I was stoned and on top of that I made the sublime mistake of drinking "a bottle of Janx Spirit (as immortalized in that ancient Orion mining song "Oh don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die/ Won't you pour me one more of that sinful Old Janx Spirit")."

So I stubbed my cigarette in my towel and it caught fire...I lead a dull life :D

And I get your point about tears going on irrespective all I was trying to say is it makes you more unhappy cos you can't blow your nose and the sound of sniffling gets more depressing :(

10:34 PM  
Blogger babelfish said...

vague : btw thanks for visiting :)

herenow :D :D

10:36 PM  
Blogger Sphinx said...

I dnt think ur ancient.
U sound really sweeeeet!

10:41 PM  
Blogger babelfish said...

sphinx : erm...thank wouldn't know until you see me crunbling away like some ancient monument :D

11:12 PM  
Blogger DD said...

take a break. go to shantiniketan.

6:01 PM  
Blogger babelfish said...

dd :D

10:13 AM  
Anonymous vAgue said...

babelfish- :). Old Janx Spirirt, you lucky thing. Its been a while since my last PGGB* as well.
and heck you really burnt a towel.
depression gone now, one hopes?

and, you're most welcome

*Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster

12:25 PM  

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