Sexing it Up!

Funny how your past sneaks up on you when you least expected it. I happened to me recently when I literally ran into two of my exes(and no, I didn't meet both of them together, that would have been some contest of whom I loved better!)!!! Now that is not something that happens everyday now, does it?

I met one of them on a lazy Sunday morning; here I am having breakfast with my hubbie, imagine my surprise, when out of nowhere I spot my ex. And to make matters worse, both the gentleman introduced themselves to each other as I stood there and stared at them in horror. Before I know it, my dear hubbie had invited "him" to the breakfast and offered him a chair to sit right between us! Anyway, as I got re-acquainted with him through the morning(yes, my hubbie took quite a fancy to him), I was filled with a sense of nostalgia, I could clearly see what had made me addicted to him in my school days when i was still green in these matters of the heart. It was my very first affair with a person his kind. It had all the sweetness of first love and the madness of a teenager. His genial character, his deceptively simple exterior was enough for me to drown hook,line and sinker. But such is life, it ended quickly as I got older; we drifted apart with me going on to bigger, better things in life, and he somehow left behind. Now, as I looked upon him, I could see that it was not his simplicity that had drawn us to each other but the tricky, complex interior that had made us last as long as it did. It was good to know he's doing well these days, he made some fortune with the web 2.0 craze hitting the internet these days.

The "other" ex was a different story altogether. I met him during my college days, when I was open to experimentation and used to love or hate everything with equal passion. His fiendish sense of humor, his clever one- liners, his air of ridiculous, his mocking nature was something that I found absolutely irresistible. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, there were times when we got into trouble for just being together. I bumped into him on a crazy weekday, when I was rushing to meet my deadlines. There he was, in front of me, just like that. I hesitantly moved forward to greet him, and then as they say rest was history. In the past, he was always surrounded by this aura of mystery; there were times I could not grasp some nuances of his personality. But now that aura had disappeared, as if somebody held a candle light and illuminated the darkness. We understood each other perfectly as we spent a pleasant 1 hour getting to know each other again.

It's strange that both of my exes have now arisen to exceptional fame thanks to the internet age. People just can't keep their hands off especially the first one, thanks to his notorious fame on Facebook! As for the second one, he has his avid followers...He is one hell of a devil, and as legend has it, bad boys never ever run out of lovers. *Sigh* To be young again and fall so passionately in love...

Oh no, I got so lost in my reminiscence, I absolutely forgot to mention their names! They are...................................................................................... Scrabble and Crossword!!!!

Ok, ok, I admit, once a nerd always a nerd, but I quote:
"...what they lack in physical strength they make up in brain power. Who writes all the best selling books? Nerds. Who directs the top grossing Hollywood movies? Nerds. Who creates the highly advanced technology that only they can understand(and charge outrageous amounts to decode them)? ...Nerds. And who are the people who run for the high office of the Presidency? No one but nerds. They are everywhere, man!" - Freakazoid.

My Cauldron of Thoughts

This used to be easy. It was merely a matter of picking up few things churning in my brewing pot, string it together to make logical sense, start typing, edit, and voila you have a blog post. Now I have a bunch of things put neatly at one side and I don't know what to do with 'em. In the past, things used to happen when the fingers used to hit the keyboard on their own. But that was then. Funny how things of the past seem to be cast by an illusionist with striking clarity and stunning simplicity. The present is always murky, as if somebody stirred up a mud-hole.

Oh well, we can't always be dwelling on the past. Like the fact that Pierce Brosnan cannot become Bond once again no matter how hard one prays. Though the critics trashed Casino Royale too, I had kind of liked it. It had the erstwhile touch of Bond where Bond relied more on his intellect(Dr NO anyone?) rather than fancy gizmos. But the latest offering "Quantum of Solace" deserves no excuses. The gizmos are back, but out goes the plot, the sex, the signature title track. Bond, the secret service agent is a debonair, ruthless man evoking a feeling of pathos with his reckless adventures and his gal pals; the moment you start to consider him a gentleman, you are rightly corrected. But the director seems to be hell bent on making Daniel Craig's Bond almost likeable with him pining away for his dead love. But Daniel Craig needn't worry, everybody likes the Bond of their times, my dad could never get over Sean Connery, my uncle over Roger Moore, and now me over Brosnan. It was only yesterday I spotted some doe-eyed celebrity oohing and aahing over Daniel Craig and declaring "he's the best Bond of all times" to the world. Of course she's watched all the 2 Bond movies released so far.