After a Long long time, my eager, curious and nostalgic fingers have started tapping on my Logitech keyboard. The way they move over the keyboard reminds me of Alexander the great, yeah the same Alexander from our good old history text books, the conquerer who aspired to win over the whole world. So why this unquenchable thirst to type? I asked my fingers. No answer. They dont even pay me any heed. They go on and on...just tik tak tuk....So having left with no other option but to play along, I just let my fingers do the talking. Mind you...fingers can get very noisy at times. My boneless mass of palatability tester (read: tongue) had always topped the list. Now its position was being challenged by a group of 10 bony nail ended slender grippers (read: fingers). The war is on. Oh comeon...why do I have to bother? Like I dont have anything else of top priority pleading for some attention.

a bunch of fingers : "What are you waiting for? make some good use of our active - ity"

the tongue: "Yeah...you have used me enough. I have already lost a lot of weight. The 32 whites laugh out loud when they see me on a slimming spree.Mercy!!"

the ME: " ".

(Oh comeon! dont you get it? I bored you so much already. I have shown some mercy by leaving at least a line blank. No No. Dont have to thank me or anything.)