Monday, March 30, 2009

An introduction to the behavioural pattern of XYZ: Going lyrical with XYZ

XYZ? Is that even a name?? Well, I sure have loads of other names for some who are extreme in their behaviour and I am sure I am being nasty... I like that about me. Anyway, there is this, say, XYZ who wants to have a fun conversation with me... and it turns out to be more than just fun. Have a load of this for now... this must be satisfactory and I hope to give you a hint of how haphazard and how capricious a behaviour a person could sport. But why am I talking about XYZ? Whats typically XYZ about this character I have met? Its more like psychoanalysis for me and a source of amazement and disgustingly humorous accounts for you. Read on...



me: oy :)

whats with the diaries and kittens ? (alluding to something that was tagged along with XYZ's name)

XYZ: wellll.....

its d effect of the cat and the movie called "The Nanny Diaries"

:D

me: oooh I seeee

so wassaaaap?

XYZ: oh d same ole stuff..... ceiling.... fan.. 3rd floor.... sky.... u can fil in d rest....

me: a lot of void I see

below all that u have just mentioned

XYZ: er..... well... ummm....

ya u can say tat I guess!

:D

me: indeed! :D

XYZ: so waaaasssssup wit u?

me: I had a fling with the fluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

XYZ: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

so now how do u doooo????

me: now I feel almost brand neeewwwwwww

XYZ: wow.. tats so typically uuuuuuuu!!!!

:D

me: thats a nice thing to say.. why thank youuuuu

:D

XYZ: oooooooooooo.....

well we cud go on n on.. so ill stop!

:D

me: wel, I can still go on .. until one of us drops

XYZ: well it aint gonna be me, so u better not end up a flop!

me: on the contrary, I have had my share of vitamins while you continue not to sleep or walk

XYZ: well tats built up my stamina... so it aint in u to thus talk.....

me: you assume many a time and always imagine to reap rich crops

but really it would qualify for a fiasco, effortlessly

XYZ: arguin everythin I say, is tat not a breach aimlessly?

me: arguing for the right never fails me

XYZ: but arguin all the time will eventually fail thee.....

me: that is where you have wrong notions about me

XYZ: tat does not giv u the right to counter me, even if it may so be.....

me: I am not a mock spectator if you thought I would be, however I assure you when I am wrong I will be honest readily

XYZ: it isnt whether ur wrong or right.. its how u respond to a comment or an insight, when the othr does so strongly disagree....

me: what one feels an impenetrable insight must look for loopholes before me, else left to take back words - which seems hard to agree

XYZ: carrying a charade is best left un-done,as I speak for me, when the time comes, it will seem clear why I say so, to thee....

me: I do not come to terms with theologies or unbridled thoughts in a manner that something left unsaid is incomprehensible/ But when I check the bearings of ones convictions a mere mention of the idea draws resistance; I have seen (this invariably became my status message ... and a very close friend doesn't believe that it was I who came up with this... I am offended :P )

XYZ: oh crap.... u always end up puttin me in thought mode..... and I don want to think............................................................

me: :) y not?

thinking is a good habit

XYZ: thinkin is bad for me....

me: u should cultivate it :)

XYZ: I prefer remianing blissfully empty than filled with nerve-racking thots....

(at this point I was absolutely surprised, cause XYZ has read some of the most thought-provoking books)

me: whaaat?

:D

XYZ: oh chuck it

me: the weather is brilliant I say (yes, I am trying to keep the conversation as 'fun' as possible)

XYZ: yessss it esss... im itching to go out!!

me: then whats stoppin u?

XYZ: I don knw....

me: u'll know... once u go out?

XYZ: hmmm..... welll.. I don knw tat either.....

me: then you should try to?

XYZ: mebbe

me: then go out

XYZ: r u ordering me mister?

me: no, I m merely wishing you go out

before the weather forces you to stay inside

XYZ: oh wat wil I do goin out mann... nah.. ill stay put.... (ah Einstein of the first order!)

me: now I can only quote Shakespeare: "As you like it"

XYZ: sure... thanx a ton...

me: ever so grateful

XYZ: go jump....

me: the potential energy I generate will be quite useful but I wud prefer a bucket of water taking my place in this scenario .. it is more feasible

:)

XYZ: ohh god! kill me, kil me NOW (I suppose that omnipotent mythological character would gladly do the honors)

me: for a moment I forgot you didn't do science in 11th n 12th

XYZ: for ur info I did

me: u did ? then whats so "god kil me" about what I said?

XYZ: arrrrgh...... uve becum more mental since the last tym I spoke to u....

me: hmm.. thats an interesting observation :)

XYZ: ufff..... I giv up....

Finally, the magic words... I was satisfied. I know, by now some may think I was provoking XYZ, but you see I usually do not voice my opinion or my perspective - which may then take the conversation to a different level - unless forced to tell the other person that neither am I carrying a sign which reads "ready-to-use doormat for free" nor will I keep myself from helping them cultivate a habit of shutting their trap when it is necessary; something typical about this character is that one can become a doormat as long as one has the power to endure its fatuous rantings. Oh I love conversations, provided it makes at least some sense (mind you, I love random too, but this just so "not happening"). You will observe there is no thought process and such immature behaviour by these specimens are but something I detest; of course, I always give them an option to "see it in a different light", but when nothing seems to work, I refuse to be treated in a manner that is unacceptable and intolerable. I go about doing my work - which brings me to the fact that I have a plan for myself almost everyday - and nothing else would bother me, unless my 'most favorite band ever' decided to invite me to join them.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Mystery Machine

Turn me inside out

So that you can see

Turn me inside out

For things that would never be

 

Invisible hands

Put the burning sun to sleep

In flavours of dark bands

Shine the mystique and the deep

 

What winds from the east

Can cool this flame

What whisper of any beast

Could utter the unknown name

 

I am the mystery machine

I am what you dare not to dream

I am the mystery machine

I am not what you think I mean

 

So turn me inside out

If you know not what you feel

Turn me inside out

And fail to see what I conceal

 

I am the mystery machine

And you may squander your curiosity

But I am the mystery machine

And that is all I shall ever be