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I had emailed The Boys about the recent purchase. Amidst congratualtions and other insults, I heard this shocking bit of information:
From:BaardNow this was a real blow. If you ever spot me on Orkut, you would see that myself and the said person are two of three members of the Maruthi 800 community. That car, Taxi, had served us well. As Branny remembers:
[...] also another sad news... boys... our dear old TAXI... has been sold :( .. my dad's company sold it... am ok now... but it felt like another break up... not to worry.. now recovery time... 1 day and 1 Scholtsky's veggie sandwich...
From: BrannyAh, yes. The day she turned 80K. All the stories. All the petrol bills. All the chai. All the memories.
Oh boy that was a blow, dude. I was there when she turned 80K, boo hoo. Good old “TAXI”. And that’s a reminder that we are also getting old. We should drink one for her. Later ladies.
From: VigneshAnd as I wipe that slow tear off my eye, I cannot but glance at my new baby. About how she will never know the memories all of us shared with The Taxi. About how jealous she would be if she ever did come to know.
Heh, Branny changing tyres on that beauty was a sight to behold. I was there. Kaarya, was not. I can tell my grandchildren that. Man, I'm really sad now. We are getting old guys ! Thats like, shit, The Taxi is gone. What next ? Sad, but I guess Baard said it best... 'this feels like another breakup... damn... Anyways, I think in honor of the beauty that she was and the fact that she was Baard's and he didn't mind sharing her, I shall allow Baard to name my vehicle. Go ahead dear boy... !!! Come up with a good one...
So there I was, minding my own business, waiting for the bus to take me to good ol' Madras. The domino effect was in full swing - the first guy reclines his seat, and everyone behind him follows suite. As I was struggling to get my foot unwedged from the contraption of a seat in front of me, this girl walks in and notices that her seat is next to a guy. She promptly tells the cleaner to get her a seat next to a girl. I didn't know you could do something like that, but I guess in a country where all sorts of shit can happen, you can never be too safe.
Nothing. Unless you want to hear about work, I have nothing to say. That may come as quite a shock to those who know me, but its the honest truth. Life looks good right now, there isn't much to crib about. No overwhelming grief demands that I write cryptic posts, veiling my sorrow in carefully chosen words. No stellar happenings, that I can construct science fiction from. The only thing that is worth telling is this : I bought a car !!!
Tassadar had done it. The crazy fool had made the ultimate sacrifice, using his own Channel, drawing enough power to bring her roiling armies to a standstill.
The parents have left. The house is all clean, everything is tidy, in its right place. As soon as they left, I felt an irresistible urge to do something about all that tidiness. I picked up some dirty laundry and threw it over my bed. There. That's more like it. Like my life. I don't like re-genesis. I don't like the shiny floor. I don't like the organized cupboards. I liked the nightmare of a dirty apartment. All this does now is to make me realize how worse off the rest of my life is.