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The sad story of a scathed middle finger

Huirting your middle finger is not a good thing to happenb. i am not happy abnout it.

(This is what i typed first when trying to use my *hurt* middle finger. I suppose the reader, too, now is hurt *intellectually so as to have read this piece of pure art* )

I was doing my regular business when this happened, you know, nothing. So, while i was busy doing nothing, i thought hitting the keyboard for fun. A few words jutted out of my computer screen but *ouch* ! I sensed something was wrong and noticed blood oozing out of right hand. My middle finger was hurt! Worse, I don't remember hurting it! Blood on my hand, I could see stars on my office ceiling. With the aid of a strip of cloth branded Band-Aid (God it makes my finger go numb!), i rest in my place at peace for the rest of the day, *trying* to manage my chores without using my middle finger. Just as people were thinking how i am going to do my work without my stupid little hurt finger, I was wondering what all i couldn't do, things that i didn't do otherwise, but what if i did them. Like, what if

- i was like one of those jerks who would thrust their middle fingers out to show their IQ (one-in case of lazy jerks who show only one finger) I wouldn't be able to do that; anyways the middle finger implies something bad i suppose, a band-aid-ed one could mean things! I laugh.

- I can't play a flageolet ( a french wind instrument). psst: i wanted to learn how to play it. sooner or later.

- i want to write an article on how to make a paper balloon. But I can't.

- I could've puked. how would i have managed myself without this stupid finger!

- if i were a tailor, i would've been out of job by now. (considering the fact that i am writing this at work hours, this is still possible)

- the point-wise form is driving me crazy and i want to slap someone. I can't because it' ll hurt my poor little finger.

Awww my little finger is so innocent, so naive, flawless and a victim of a disruptive act by a mule (and i am sure he was one)!

Comments

ayu said…
LOL!!!
I am not mocking ur agony...but loved the piece...
Psst...i just burned my middle finger two days ago..so iknow EXACTLY how it feels!!

ayushi (was in SYBMM when u were in TYBMM at Jai Hind)
July 23, 2009 at 3:24 AM
robin said…
awww... burnt finger is terrible! but ppl who cn manage to do tht are awesome ;) like us! take care on tht one:)
nice to see a jai-hindite btw :D dun remembr seeing u tho:( were yu thr for bmm entrance exams wrk thing?
July 31, 2009 at 5:03 AM
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