Wheel of Time

So The Bing Bang Theory-Season 2 and Heroes-3 will begin airing day after tomorrow. And because I’m obsessed with both the series, I’ll be glued to the television/system watching all episodes back to back. Till the time, I bounce back from romancing Jim Parsons and Sendhil Ramamurthy, here’s a piece of absolute crap!

"There are 10 kinds of people in the world. Those who understand Binary and those who get laid" -Law of Technosexuality

He last took a bath 20 days back.

His last computer game: the one released 0.5 seconds before I end writing this sentence.

Survival Kit: Star Trek, Feynman Lectures, Apple Macbook Air...42 items in total

Last contact with the XX chromosome: ho-hum-Bleh!

So the protagonist ventures out on an adventure called:dealing with people (if you choose to call them that) with an IQ less than 150.

Isaac Asimov in one hand, bespectacled, he walks in a very non-noteworthy manner. Enters the coffee house and orders his favourite milk shake. And there she was in all the beauty. Perfect. The survival kit fails. Nothing out of those 42 could help him muster enough courage to approach the girl. Our hero has fallen in love!! Trying to prove that every law has an exception, he dropes the book (Bollywood's profound effects you may say) . She bends to help. He bends too. His hands slightly rub against hers. Perfectly Isothermal. But thats not possible. Not a good day for science he thinks. And in his quest for conquering her, he holds her hand a for a little too long and C-H-A-P-P-A-A-A-T-T.

Humiliated and embarrassed, head hung low, our guy comes back to his table and waits for the damned milk shake.

Heart v/s Mind

Her legs. Smooth. And he doles out his analysis. What would it be like to project them each in 2 different planes mutually perpendicular to each other? Ah! Potential double differentiation!

Jots down that he has to explain laws of differentiation to a lesser mortal at the university.

Overwhelmed with his analysis of her legs, he moves up. Avoiding all the eyes staring at him to certify him a creep, he moves up! He gazes intently at the lady, eyes dilated, frothing at the corner of his mouth, he begins his dimensional analysis yet again. The number 362436 somehow seems to be related, but he can’t remember the reason.

He moves up and his gaze falls upon the bulging deposit of fat just beneath the shoulders. 36C, he decided. Isn’t 36C, the bus which takes him to the National Institute of Advanced Studies in Particle Astrophysics? That reminds him of observing the effect in the orbit of Mars due to the unlikely conjecture of Saturn and Uranus, which will happen the next day. He quickly jots it down lest his heart started playing its games again!

Her eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. Two eyes. Brain rules over the heart yet again. Two eyes. Too ice. Dry ice.Versatile cooling agent. -78.5 °C. Solid Carbon Dioxide. Carbon. Fullerenes. And he reaches for his pen again. He reminds himself that his paper on the strength of nanotubes is yet to be submitted.

Unknown to him, a fierce battle is being fought. Heart. Mind. Heart. Mind. Heart. Mind. Heart. Mind. CHAOS!

Her hair. Beautiful black hair. Shiny, voluminous and straight. Sun's rays being beautifully reflected from them. And then his mind wanders to the greener pastures of technology. Information racing down at the speed of light. The hair is an optical fiber!!! The heart brings the mind back to the current space and time and unknowingly he starts penning down a poem..

Tonight I draw your hair,
A hair of simplicity,
With a mysterious beauty,
That no one can ever resist,
A hair that blooms with the sun,
That always shines every sunrise,
And turns into deep black at sunset,
A hair of smooth silk,
That touches my face like a baby,
And comforts my soul into a sleeping baby,
Like the lullaby that can put me into sleep,
Your hair blooms unlike any other.

© Geovanni Leaño [31/08/1991-Zamboanga City]

and he blabbers it all in his hopeless delusion. She walks in quiet beauty and looks at him in the eyes. His hidden talent has paid off. And they both live happily ever after.

Nice try. The protagonist goes back to his lab, trying to figure out the possibility of communication using hair as an optical fiber and does not emerge out of the room for seven more years. And then The Wheel of Time will be back to where it all started!

PS: You guys, please do come back! You know I can do better than this!! ^_^