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Sunday, 1:40 AM

There is a dreamy night out there. I just opened the window to feel how nostalgic the smell of the night can be. Dim light of a distant light post is fading the ivory darkness a bit. Cool breeze is flowing with a little smell of humidity. Some bats are out at their work. They are not like me. They are not rambling in the maze of fuzzy thinking like me.

I shut the window, helped myself with some water directly from the jug. Some droplets fell on my cheek. Coming down they provoked me to think.

I opened a khata and started writing…

I have just now shutted down my PC after a failed attempt to copy the DVD of The DaVinci Code and of course spending useless time in Orkut scrapping and all that things. (There are times when Orkut comes handy. I’ll speak about that someday else.)

Common and mediocre. That is what we are living I am writing this stuff keeping aside the note of Sparse Matrix. But then I think. Our life is like a sparse matrix. Too empty; with too few notable things. There are mostly zeros and little no of mediocre and commonplace things. That is why we need that is why we need to fill the blanks with stuffs like SMS Jokes, Yahoo! Mail jokes, cine gossips, cricket gossips and all that.

One… two… three… those droplets are making me wet; forcing me to think as they are touching me while going down, down and down. What all these things are heading towards? Living life like a sparse matrix! Filling the empty cells with useless stuffs and in turn being the way through which big companies earns money. In the morning, when I will publish my blog, I know I will actually help Google to make money.

I picked up a towel and wiped out those few droplets from my skin. This is 2:10AM. I will sleep now. Don’t worry I will again scrap you tomorrow.

-- Zoydip

(4^th February, 2007)

PS: Some crows have woken up as an aero plane passes through the midnight sky.

PS2 (not from Sony): I know this is too trivial and everyone knows it:

printf(3 + “Zoydip”); actually prints “dip”.