Rebel! Rebel!

Such a boring day. I've nothing better to do. This post is just. Timepass. Nothing about it is relevant to anything else. No two sentences were put together intentionally. To convey some thought. Thought process? Mind is a blank. As usual. My fingers seem to be punching keys at random. Forming words at random. Making sense in some roundabout, nonsensical way. What I'm attempting here is to regain my self-proclaimed title as "King of the Ramblers". I was rudely dethroned yesterday by a beer-belly sporting, foreigner-hating, half bald, fashion mishap of an english teacher. He was randomness personified. Not in a nice way. You had to be in the class to really get what I mean. He bored ME to death with his lecture on everything under the sun. He covered topics like the Indian freedom struggle, terrorism and taught us a bit about figures of speech. He went on to elucidate how the UK is actually behind the bombings in Ahmedabad, why India should pack up its prosperous tourism industry in the face of national crisis and why Saddam Hussein wouldn't hurt a fly. In between, he went on to brand Jesus Christ a terrorist while providing us much valued insight as to why the US dollar has fallen by a very small margin while US debts are mounting the world over. Hats off to him. Along with a few shoes. He really rambled! But you know what, I'm not bored anymore. I've decided to complete my attempt at regaining my regentship some other time. "He who runs today, will live to fight another day." Or as I like to put it, "He who runs today, is a fitness freak."