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Blog Type:: Humor
Monday, December 13, 2004 | [fix unicode]
 

One A.M in the morning, still making a couple of effort, by indulging myself on my text book (my roommate’s golden rule) and some of my favorite New Age CD’s, to pursue that amazing dreams which is eagerly waiting even by my neat futon bed ( Nomadic life style in Bidesh) . I cannot help my self; this is my second can of caffeine free soda which is now rushing its sugar on my blood. Moreover, I am tempted again, probably for the third time, to devour the salad and BBQ ribs in my refrigerator which are just twelve steps away from where am I right now.

Is this a real “Nocturnal Fever” or is this a real “Diurnal Fever”? It is too perplexing to me for couple of days!!! Nocturnal in the sense that I am waking up all night, virtually, as a “Hootie”, rotating its head in a circle of chaos. Diurnal in the sense that I worked entire day as a “Hal- Goru” in my dusty and musty research facility, except for fifteen minutes of break without any supervision of my so called, scientifically correct - PI (Principal Investigator). Whatever the fever it is, I hope I will not catch that cold fever from my colleague, who has been coughing like that old “Saandhay” (Kathmandu Bull) in Gaushala. I don’t know whether he is trying to sneeze or cough. It sure does sound like frogs and toads croaking during raining season – calling for mate.

By the way, these Genus Rana and Bufo (not to confuse with a Nepali caste system and buffalo “momo” respectively) remind me of those “Hibernation” and “Aestivation” cycle going around on my “Karma Bhumi”. Well, what you expect!!! Devoting your whole life in scientific endeavor, people will, of course, imitate some of its natural cycles like “Evolution” of Darwinism. People have learnt to Hibernate during winter and Aestivate during the summer seasons. Asian Hibernation overshadows the European Aestivation, which are analogous to the Western Luxury summer and Eastern Leisurely winter. May be these Hypothermia and Hyperthermia correlate to its geographical attributes. I do not understand these inert cycle of phases there completely: However, you can say they are semi amphibians or full vertebrates, sharing quite a salient features of both genre for their homeostasis. Cold-blooded animal, “AHA!!!” They can be….because not only they are not poikilothermic, they are like a real heartless, emotionless animals (homo sapiens rather), and, well, by the way, who can forget about the real amphibian nature of them- dualistic surviving phenomenon of land and water- as stout and stoic as that solid land and as flexible and as firmless as liquid. Encapsulating themselves within a cyst and pretending, “are you talking to me?”, when I am in motion: Pamparing me or bringing me all those leftover pizzas of that boring seminar, if they are looking for a big favor, when I am stationary. By their thick skin with the slimy layer of hypocrisy, they penetrate all their needs of oxygen and genorosity. Winter time dormancy in the name of “Hypothermia” and Summer time dormancy in the name of “Hyperthermia” are quite equivalent to the inactivation and insulation against extra work load to avoid the potentially toxic effects of the season. Aagantuk, Aagantuk, Aagantuk…..trying to see the bright side of the life rather than dark sides, now I am trying to enlighten as I have been subjecting through all those my frivolous TV pursuit featuring 21st century self help Pundit, Dr. Phil McGraw, with the grace of evergreen screen queen, Oprah. Wow what a doze of contemplation….!!! I really feel like going through a metamorphosis right now, feeling like having a pair of wing on my shoulders, and beginning to fly up in the sky. Oops, I can even hear that bell ringing in my Christmas tree. Am I getting wing now??? Tik Tok, Tik Tok, Prabhu, that was a sound of my wall clock. It’s a two o’clock in the early morning- feeling wingless, speechless and dreamless, leaping towards the …………..


Aagantuk December 10, 2004

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