Dense

Post a meeting with a client in their fancy office which is far, far away from the long hands of my firm, sat S and I quaintly in a corner.

S: "Should we go get a bite in the fancy cafeteria that this guy (the client) was talking about?"
Me : "Yeah, sure."
S: "Cool. We'll just snack and head out."

At the counter while we were deciding to order.

S: "Let's have french fries!"
Me: "I don't eat fried food"
S: "Oh. Oh. You're not eating anything fried. Acha Hmm..."
   "Cool.Let's have chole and samosa then! "

Moral of the story : The next time I say something like that , I really should mean it.

Back to Square One

23 drafts, 2 months, 6,59,36,692 contemplative thoughts later, I'm finally back here. Square one. To me that is inherent of the game I played as a child. " Hopscotch". Never bothered to spell that out earlier. So I don't know if that's right.
BUT the point being that after much revision of various things, I have finally managed to post something here. Spontaneously. In a flash of 2 minutes, my brain goes through a complicated process that is well defined by the term " endless petty fixation". If I were to get into the ways of that, it would be indecipherable so here's a preview:

1. What should I eat for dinner today?
2. How will I find the time to make that?
3. Man, I really have to do something.
4. I have to draw.
5. Oh, I should blog about that.
6. When?
7. Oh, I haven't exercised in 5 days.
8. What should I eat tomorrow?
9. I have to try that thing in Photoshop.
10. When?

Imagine the more complicated derivatives of these and some which I'd rather not reveal lest I sound like a social retard.
Phew. I feel like I unloaded a 100 kilos of iron after this.