It was not a usual Sunday morning. It was bright, the sky was blue and in the far distance you could hear some birds singing or it could be the sound of fast running cars on some highway. I made plans to actually do something fun instead of sitting on the couch and watching movie. So I went to a friend's place with another friend. That was kind of a mistake.
As I said the weather was great, therefore, I was also in good mood and I got carried away in this good spirit and last I remember is that I was having swimming lessons from my friends or at least that's what they were calling it. If I am not mistaken there were at least three attempts on my life. First, they took me to the water. Second, they ask me to do the breathing exercise in the water and they took me to deep end of the water (which was almost 5 feet deep). Finally my intention of staying alive overpowered the evil will of my friends to kill me and I came alive from that frizzing hell.
I would not be writing this blog if that was all for the day. Their next attempt on my life came in terms of a kind invitation for lunch. We went to a nice Indian restaurant and they kept stuffing me with all those apparently delicious dishes including my favourite aloo pratha. By now I began to think that there is a traitor among these friends who is providing others with all the crucial information about me. There was a plan 'B' in case 'the lunch' plan fails and that was taking me to sea. This time I was determined to say no, no matter what.
Good decision but these people were no amateurs. Contrary to my imagination they had a plan 'C' as well. That involved a bigger and more complicated setup. That involved a giant centrifuge. They lured me into taking a spin in one of them. I am sure that centrifuge is used to separate the red blood cells and the while blood cells in elephants. I dont know how I survived but I know that If I were not careful enough my brain would have come out through my nose.
After this fatal attempt, I think they kind of gave up on me. That attempt was followed by a particularly uncomfortable ride back to one their apartment where I was interrogated and after a huge labyrinth of chitter chatter I was allowed to return to my home. After returning home I thanked my noodle and muffin god and went to bed.
That night I had one of the most horrible dream. I saw that my socks were hanging outside my room while it was raining.
Sasriyakal
(Indeed my socks were outside my room while it was raining)
