Manvela’s Thoughts

Thoughts come, thoughts go.. Today wasn’t any different. While rubbing my cat’s back to the tune of Be sexy with a blocked nose, I suddenly started wandering into a world of wondering… Wondering about the implications of having a blocked nose in certain moments of  daily doings.

Blocked noses not only isolate you from the world of taste but also from the world of smell. True that it denies you the fragrances of life but it also guards you from odious smells.  Encapsulated by a sense of satisfaction, lazy people or bored people often release toxic fumes around other people. These wily creatures often go uncaught but you could probably recognize the offender through a mixed glint in their eye (A glint of both fear & victory).

A blocked nose gracefully saves you from any offending  aerial attacks and if need be, lets you attack;  since a blocked nose leaves you oblivious about the nature of your release, if it smells.. Let your neighbors figure it out, people never grow up so even if the pink elephant in the room was a giant pink fart, no one is going to admit to having smelt it first lest they are accused of letting it out. So kick back and enjoy.

The obvious disadvantage to  a blocked nose is that you no longer can dispose off bio hazards in a loo without wondering if the chamber is now a death trap. The picture of people melting away due to the gassy remains though comforting isn’t really an ideal way of letting yourself be known, especially in an office setting where a loo is shared between people, you cannot sneak attack your loo with last night’s meal without wondering about the smelly aftermath. That disturbing thought has often left me rushing my way back home to the safety of my personal  throne and I am sure many others have had that happen.

A pet theory I have is that people release more gas when they know their companion is nasally impaired, I hope to someday prove this theory right, watch the glint in their eye get maniacal by the fart until overconfidence overcomes them and they let out a loud one instead of a silent stinker. Then I would inform that unfortunate chap that he/she’s been caught and that I am merely nasally impaired not aurally.

Yep, just another Sunday with my brain.

To be human is a very complex process, one very trying and fulfilling. What makes us special is the fact that we are the only species who are most aware of our mortality and at times in control of that mortality. Be it indirectly with the choices we make through lifestyle, vices, diet and on; or directly in control of it through suicide and murder.

You hear about suicides everyday in the news, through people we know or through the media we watch. It is always assumed that suicide is a way for the person committing it to run away but I feel differently about it sometimes, suicide could be the ultimate tool in the emotional arsenal of a human being.

Nothing can break down a person faster than loss, loss of another being the worst ones. Coupling this with the perverse satisfaction our pathetic species derive from hurting another would mean a very powerful weapon.

Imagine the amount of crap you’d leave your family & friends in after you died, kinda satisfying knowing that your tormentors would feel your torment. They might you call a coward but you’d have the last laugh in the matter since they can now deal with all the daemons of life holding you dear to their heart.

But does anyone deserve such a painful punishment? Even if the crime is the greatest? The satisfaction of hurting a loved one, is that far greater than overcoming your pain?

The title “cat lady” is one I hold with both pride and amusement for I am proud to have such wonderful creatures in my life yet sometimes picture myself turning into a “cat lady”

Probably like her?

OR Maybe HER watch?v=o3hhCh9t-bI

Well I won’t deny that my “cat lady” has its own share of fame but a day ago I realized how far its notoriety had reached

I announced to a colleague that I would probably get my brand new kindle sometime this week.. Below the conversation for your enjoyment :-

Me :- “I get my kindle probably by tomorrow.. yay!” (singing out mentally songs of joy tuning out the world while my shiny, warm glow sings to me lovingly)

Colleague : “How old?”

Me :- o.O wuh? What do you mean “how old?” (**sigh** The music’s gone)

Colleague : “Wait, is that kitten or kindle?, baby cats are called kittens right?, wait.. what is a kindle?”(poor guy’s obviously confused by now and sinks deeper in his confusing abyss).

Me :- Kindle a.k.a e book reader, its pretty awesome and does lots of fun stuff (The kindle no longer sounded as awesome and clearly my weak description proved it).

Me :- …. Do you always assume I talk of cats & dogs when I open my mouth to speak

Colleague :- (Not a really diplomatic fellow)… Well…. You do speak about them a lot so i assumed you were getting one… … … … ..

** Silence**

Me :- **shakes my head slowly**… **sigh**

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The way cats & other furry critters are automatically associated with my being by my loving friends and family; Cleanliness/Tidiness is something that is “not” associated with me.. Some call me a slob while others have gone far enough to claim that my room’s capable of murder on its own(making me the accessory to murder >_< ).

I generally refrain from buying white anything since paws, fur and me tend to disguise the color.So obviously white tidey whiteys are assumed non existent in my collection but….

It happened, I bought “shiny” white underwear that shone in both daylight and night. They made me proud until I heard

“They can’t be yours, they are white”

“……”

My uber weak response “what’s your point” came back to smack me in the face because of the obvious doubt in the other person’s voice..

It is fun being me

“A game I like to play while traveling to and fro work is to write about a song I am listening to based on the first word that comes to my mind.”

The first word that comes to my mind when I listen to “Because we can can can” is “Rowdy.

Quirky, kooky and funny are some among the many ways people around me would describe me. But one that has been as consistent as a steadfast soldier in this plethora of descriptions hq apparently Sadism. Now I am sure they don’t mean the raw meaning but it is quite hilarious to know i am capable of the act.

Now true sadists are the twisted line deriving pleasure through outright cruelty but mine is a milder affinity.

Shady Phone For The Win! On the Move