The Devil Swears Nada

"An idle mind is the devil's workshop"
(Pretty much defines this entire blog)

Thinking individuals- something we all strive to become. But some of us never do reach that stage. I have to admit I would probably be part of that minority. I am not suggesting that I have a constant blank in my head- far from it- I am currently thinking about the perfect pair of black shoes, the salmon I had for breakfast, the smell of coffee beans, my dog curled up on his mattress, some of my friends, the approaching sweat-filled summer, college, internship, love, hate, stupidity, you get my point...

But much like we need stuff to fill our day and make it fulfilling, we need stuff to fill our head too (marshmallows are a good substitute but we don't want to be worm food do we?). Basically, constructive thinking is what I think I lack- let's face it, thinking about those shoes is not getting me anywhere (except maybe the closest Aldo showroom)- it does not render me a better/worse person. More importantly- it's not getting me anywhere. Not that I want every single thought to bring me closer to success.. okay that would be quite super.. but that's not what I'm talking about.

Introspection is probably the word I'm looking for- it is completely meaningless to me. I have never felt the need for it, in spite of being pushed in that direction several times. But I'm starting see the importance now that I have become completely unpredictable to myself. I have self diagnosed myself with bipolar tendencies- it is actually creeping me out- bouts of wallowing in self pity immediately followed with uncalled for cheerfulness accompanied by an excess of really really bad jokes and laughing fits. And I am faking neither of these extremes- it's just who I am. And finally I come to the million dollar question: Who am I? (must not answer with Spiderman . no no no)

I've lost interest in this.But I will post it- the result of an hour at work.

Ode to an iced latte

By Navni and Urvee M

What is it you do to me?

Tall and slender coffee. .
The chocolate flakes add to your sex appeal
All in all, you are a satiating meal
Yes, it is the real deal.
So wonderful inside of me you feel
The deepest of wounds you can heal
Over you, many bonds we seal.
From my emotionless self, my heart you steal
Leaving me the remains to peel
In my anguish, over I keel
In your holy presence, I kneel
Instilling within me moans and squeals.
In my head you make me turn cartwheels
You give me the confidence to not don heels
Making me feel like Jessica Biel.
Justin is a worthy opponent
But I would pitch him under any tent
In front of him I would like to be bent
Smothered with kisses; totally spent
Yes, that is exactly how it is meant
And that is how this glorious ode ents.

(25th jan 2009.. or somewhere close to it)