And that's the truth. Everybody does. I know you're angry right now, you feel slighted. I understand, I even empathize. You did the same to me once, remember? When the media girl stepped on one of your appendages (I can't remember which one at this instant but please don't get into another snit about *that*), remember? You just stopped responding. Froze on me! They had to send you away to the-place-where-such-things-are-cured-and-that-which-we-don't-ever-name. Do you remember? And when you came back, did I greet you with reproaches and sulks? I think not! Not that I'm saying I'm better than you, and I know you'll say you were physically injured and that's why you went away and I on the other hand, went away because of 'the other one' in my life. That's true, I won't deny it. But I promise you, he doesn't mean a thing. Yes, I enjoy his (yeah, yeah and her sometimes, but right now it's 'his' cos Pratchett is a 'he') company every now and again (when I'm waiting for the bus, or just before I fall asleep at night), but he means nothing to me. Honest (No, I'm not crossing my fingers behind my back, that would just be childish!). It's you I see everyday, that I come to whenever I have a question. And therein lies one of the main problems of our relationship, hun. The principal concern. The serpent in the garden, even. You always have answers. And so many of them. Has it ever occured to you that sometimes when I ask you something I'd appreciate it if you said 'Results 0 of about 0 for XXXX', instead of flooding me with reponses. I know that I've told you that one of the first things that attracted me to you was your knowledge. The breadth of it still takes my breath away (sorry about that awful play on words, I didn't intend it). But have you ever considered that it's overwhelming? And intimidating? A constant reminder of my own shocking ignorance and the impossibility of my ever acquiring familiarity with even one-millionth of it? Cos that's how I feel sometimes. No, don't sneer at me. And say you told me so (because that's disgusting when anyone does it, but from you it's just cruel). Maybe you're right. In fact I know you're right. It's not you, it's me. And my inadequacies and insecurities. But it doesn't make it any easier. Wait, though, I digress. I meant this to be a half apology and half reprimand of an e-mail. Not a whining, griping one. I really just wanted to say I love you, inspite of all your idiosyncracies (yeah, that whole freezing thing and getting stuck on me is one of them, one I particularly hate; and how you take so long to do some things sometimes), and I'm truly grateful for everything you've given me (remember our first song? Poetry in Motion I think it was. I never believed you'd have it, but of course you did! The beginning of our love affair). So let's not fight anymore. For in the time honoured tradition of women everywhere, I resist your advances only to cut off your retreat, and now both you and I are linked for eternity. I can't imagine life without you, dear one, so let us kiss and make up.
Yours etc,
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Ty (I think, I never know what you mean when you say that, but no don't bother explaining, it loses its charm).
I meant it was a modern day mesterpiece. :P:P
Heh.
It's "Classic" for me too.
p.s. By that of course I mean Classic is something which everyone wants others to read but haven't read themselves and some of the "classic" ones they read couldn't really get what the big deal was.
@KG: hehehe. Good one.
@Anony (tmwwt?): Thanks a lot. Good to know. At least I'm hoping you want other people to read it? ;)
(Which ones did you never get?)
I wonder whether I should "flood" you with questions for that or just answer your question?;)
Though my brilliant faculty of ratiocination says you might trying to anthropomorphize something the internal inconsistencies in the same ( like what was "he" doing for the media girl to step on his "appendage"? ) and some others...
In other words what was this post all about???
You have just destroyed all faith I had in my writing abilities. Hehehe. I was anthropomorphizing that thing called a computer, you might have heard of it. Specifically a computer attached to the world wide web, aka internet (also widely acknowledged and universally acclaimed). The media girl is a certain unknown person (unknown to you, known to me) who stepped on some thingamajig attached to the dratted thing that made the whole set up freeze and almost die on me. Had to be shipped off for repairs. So critical was the condition. Now I shall remove myself from here and go to some dark corner to mourn my lack of communication skills.
In fine stage fashion, Exit pursued by bear (your insults being said ursa).
Ah ya I did have an inkling it should most likely be the "internet" but then it is was so general that if you had substituted any "person" for it it could as well have been applicable. I mean it wasnt exactly dis ambiguous if that's the word I want.
you know of course that instead of a comp, this could be addressed to a boy and it would still be as perfect?
It's one of your best.
@anony(tmwwt): That was the intention :P
@N: Ty :). You're the Flaffee for this week :P. It's offical.
Such honour! many thanks :D
@n: The honor's all mine. Heheh.
I'm first! Ha!! :D
I shd thank Anonymous - I had the same doubt.. Doesn't mean your writing abilities are bad, it just means some of us are a little ..err.. slow :-)
@SS: Hehehe. But I can't let you take all the blame :P
Me 2nd!!! Reading this at 2350 hours in office, so am not even trying to make sense of it :-)
I anyways know the answer now after reading the comments!
@Obi: Heh! Trust a journo to know the shortcuts :P
journo bole to??? I am in the business of entertainment, journalism se to door door ka rishta nahi hai :-)
@Obi: Y'do reviews, right?
@ obi:does it really matter what time of day ( or night) u read this???hehehhee..its gonna go above any1's head aneways:)
@ revealed: i thot u were fm another planet..now i think its another GALAXY!!
still.... enjoyed it :)
@maya: Hehe.
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