The Misadventures of M and his Mouldy shorts.

Murphy s Law : Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse
My Corollary : Left to themselves (in your scooter luggage space) your shorts are likely to sprout growth


This post is a dedication to the first person who decided to comment on one of my blogs. My reference to fungus in my previous post as a tool employed by Murphy to torture my existence has instigated the morbid curiosity of the "commenter". Thank you, your interest is much appreciated.

My misadventure dates back to my 11th grade, a time when winning meant everything and losing was a habit. It was the semi finals of the APSE zonals basketball event and we had won 2 games to get this far... both byes.

I was captaining the side at the time and to safeguard my ego i put in a couple of hours extra with SAI and ANT at our practice session the previous evening.We stopped for a drink on our way back from practice at JUICE SHOP, SAI and ANT had lemon while I had BUTTERMILK (note: i am introducing the protagonist of the misadventure).

The next morning I was up early....got my scooter running without the silencer falling off...reached the venue on time....Hell i even aced the warm up session before the match. At this point i must quote Murphy again "If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something" - I did. The game was set to start in a few minutes and everyone changed into their team jerseys, everybody except me of course because i had forgotten to bring my shorts!! I could nt get a pair from any of my team members so i had to ask the opposition... They declined as well....But weren't as polite.

The thing with being "Murphy's chosen one"is he always shows you a glimmer of hope, which eventually proves to be just a sadistic and painful tease prior to the final blow. In this case it was the pair of sweaty shorts i had left in the scooter the previous day after practice. I m not really good with the chemistry behind what i discovered but it smelt awful also it lead me to believe that sweat or maybe my sweat has an effect on buttermilk to induce growth of mycological interest. My black shorts were covered with this fuzzy white "fungus" and besides the fact that its texture was comparable to ANT's beard at the time it looked absolutely alien. I emptied a bottle of water on it,aired it out for a few seconds and ran to the court.Think of an exquisite fabric say cashmere......now think the exact opposite of that....thats about as disturbingly accurate as i can get.

So there i was the captain of the side taking the jump-ball ready to steer VM to its first APSE basketball final( ) in my dripping,mouldy,putrid,fungified,smelly shorts.

We won and just like everybody else i think the shorts had something to do with it.

Note: I occasionally wonder if it would have made a difference if i had stuck with lemon!!

The Murphy Mantra.

We' ll have to start with the Murphy Mantra:
"If anything can go wrong it will"
The MATHI corollary: "...Really, it will!!"

Most of you may view this blog as an absolute waste of time gigs and cyberspace...... It is.

Murphy has been following me with his magnifyin glass fryin my butt for a good 8 years now, since the time that I first stepped into the bus stand at luz corner.I was waiting for the infamous 29C along with an elderly gentleman(who I'd like to think of as an incarnation of Murphy himself) , the only difference was that unlike me he did nt seem to mind waiting. He watched me mumble,scorn and pity myself as I watched all the other buses go past and in one defining moment the man turned to me , chanted the Murphy Mantra and walked into the bus. He had passed on the baton of ill fortune...The cape of hazard... The belt of misery....The beacon to the trodden path..... And I was the chosen one....

Since then Accidents have been aplenty and my life has been replete with both embarrassing and painful(I mean physically painful!!) situations..... Mad cows,Crashed cars,Fungus,Sexually offensive bus rides,Encounters with stray dogs,Public evictions and so much more..... I invite you to be a part of the Tragical Mirth that is me.....

I love my life every painful detail of it......I still remain the eternal optimist only not a lucky one!!