Probability
I was hurrying to my next meeting a few
buildings away from our office with just five minutes to spare. I had been
there before, and it only took me two, so I knew I had enough time to get
there, and set up the projector. I was lost in thought when a guy grabbed me by
the arm, and said, “Oy!” The face looked familiar, but I could not place it
anywhere. I was beginning to get worried because one, I barely had enough time
to get to the next meeting, and two, with the way he smiled, we must have been
pretty close before, and it would be utterly embarrassing if I had not been not
able to remember his name. I was about to shift to a customary, “Oy! Kmusta!”
and pretend like I knew him and his favourite pet. Then, I remembered.
Under The Stars
For a time, I thought that being a moderate is the best way to get the best of
the world. This basically meant I would not be crazy enough to try out new
things and end up crashing. The first time I ignored falling was when I learned
to ride a bike. I did learn how to, and was even able to stand with one foot on
the saddle and another one on the stem. I could neither remember how I did nor
how I got the courage to, but I did and not without eating dust and grass, and
my knees smiling in the process , as my father would say. Smiling with
blood, that is. The cuts were deep, and I was glad nobody thought I needed
stitches.
Pliers
The drawer is broken. It closes fine but when I try to open
it, the roller falls off its track and gets stuck. I have tried several ways to
fix it but nothing works. In my frustration, I yank it open almost breaking it
to pieces. I have to lay off it. Fast. Or I will break it beyond repair.
Mighty Kid
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We were going to launch in March, but the sponsor’s latest
E-mail said June. It said that, with a lot of things considered, next month is
impossible, not even the month after that. Even the steering committee was
convinced. I went back to typing an E-mail about the contract I needed signed within
the next three days, so the project could start. It took a few minutes for me
to realize what this new mail meant, and its irrelevance. This is surprising
considering that I have always considered time a river that will run dry any
moment. And summer is fast approaching.
Doers
I finally got to execute a DIY project I have been planning for quite some time. It's a cupboard that I had wanted to put up at the kitchen, so I could store away everything that I don't use often and free up space. This is actually a part of a general 5s initiative that I would like to implement in the entire house that I just moved into. I am starting with the kitchen.I hired a carpenter to do the installation. But I created the plan- how it would look like, how to cut the wood panels to ensure there is no, if not very minimal, wastage, and how I would like it installed. I got the materials- ply boards, glass, stickers, screws, hinges (there are 3 types- C1, C2, C3), glues and laminates. So basically, he only had to do the manual work, strictly following my instructions.
Entropy
I was told that the best way to scare off wakwak is to tell her her mother’s hair
is on fire. My grandfather used to tell us stories about how, when he was a teenager, he would walk home at night for hours, crossing rivers, forests, rolling hills
and open fields. Creatures like wakwak,
then, were nothing extraordinary, but more of something to be prepared for like
the occasional rains in summer. Everybody was expected to know what to do when
faced with a monster with very long hair that goes through the victim’s nose and
ears and eat his flesh from inside out. My grandfather was only a bit uncomfortable
with the possibility. He was not scared. He knew he only had to yell the witch’s
mother’s sad plight and whether true or not, she’d scramble home to save the
mom.Ants and Parades
Jack said I should be at the curb exactly after the first afternoon TV soap was over. That is about as interesting as watching soldier ants scout for food at the kitchen counter. I couldn't sit through the entire program, so I decided to lie on our bamboo couch to pass the time.
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