Snow Transit Thoughts

Its been snowing like stupid and the very thought of I thought that makes me think if I have grown too cynical or disinterested or circumscribed (yet undecided) even to enjoy snow. Anyway, in its strange sort of way it reaffirms the sense of silent beauty of the heavens. Now, how understandable or otherwise is my consciousness in such contradictions is an open question?

I noticed how quickly I judge people and the sad part is how mostly right I turn out to be. During the lecture, even before I had actually studied my audience I noticed myself thinking about who had spent time looking for meaning in the lyrics of rock anthems, who's going to become the environmentalist, who’s bravely bearing a pms underneath it all, who would go on into politics and who would be the reputed art critic. The enthusiasm in the air brought back memories from my life, when I was doing my forensics.

I had gobbled up a whole manual of Homicide n Ballistics- the calibre, the spin of the bullet, the type of the entry wounds, the likely weapon used,the possible time of death etc. with the intent to vomit out in the viva voce which, I nevertheless did in that sadistic spectacle of cruel questioning until that one last question by the stout professor who asked,

‘Could you tell us what is the cause of death in the decapitation’?

Being sure it wasn’t in the great bible, I took the liberty to cook up an educated guess, ‘Bleeding secondary to severing of main vessels?’, it was, indeed a question and  not an answer, but pushed with a most innocent smile. Almost tender.

So you mean ‘All the six litres of blood would flow out…’? A terse counter question, sounded like voice from the heavens.

I shamelessly mumbled something about circulatory shock, very well aware that I was the focus of the Kodak moment. It was so obvious that my voice faded into a whimpering defeat.

Then the bugger made me think for one whole embarrassing silent minute– right there in front of all, until I could think for myself and answer vagal hyperstimulation.

‘Good’ he retorted, and finally consoling ‘Don’t worry its not the junior-term question, actually you did well’.

That was some frigging learning. And now you see it from the other side, you realise how originality and spontaneity is so precious.
So much.
So snow.

Here’s a trivia, it takes at least 3 more minutes  to die of bleeding if it’s snowing.

Now I got to change my tyres and get on with some biking.