The Wheel Weaves

Calamity.

I sit here writing this post inside a spartan, alien environment they call "Ubuntu Linux". This particular demon within it is called "Post Blog Entry". In celebration of Pakistan's premier Network Service Provider re-blocking Blogger.com, I make this post in a small wire-frame of an application, devoid of the colour, beauty and texture of Windows.

For those of you one-buttoned souls who collectively look confused and think "What colour and beauty???", I envy you. But my evil minions tell me that 99.99% of people visiting this blog come forth from within the belly of the beast, none other than the monster from Redmond.

Enough of that crap. Time for some other kinda crap. Think of a bathroom. Ok, fine, if it bothers you, a small room. You have the door at one end, and a light switch at the other. The room is around 4 paces in length. To turn the light on, you must enter the room, leave the door open so the light from outside allows you to see the light switch, turn it on, and then go all the way back to close the door. To leave the room, you must choose whether or not to make one extra trip to the door. i.e: You either open the door first, then go turn the light off, and then go out the door, OR you close the light, and try and find the door in the dark. Now imagine you, being your paranoid self, always open the door first before turning the light off. One fine day, after a hard days work, you're tired and decide to visit this room, and on your way out, get lazy and turn the light off first to brave the darkness through the four steps to the door. You reach out, unconsciously count your four steps, and curve your palm to the shape of the door knob, still reaching out for that familiar metallic round shape, and all you feel is... air. ... What would you do? Would you panic? Would you wait, stop, turn around, take four measured steps back and expect the wall with the light switch again? Would you run , and keep running, until you reached the wall, a wall, anything? Would you cry, stop, kneel down and rest? Would you not bother running, sit and think? Would you feel the floor, feel it's texture, try and recognize it? Would you think it's a dream, and try to wake up (luckily, I cannot recall a dream I haven't been able to immediately wakeup from the moment I realized it was one). These kinds of simulations really tell you a lot about yourself. If I had a better way with words, I might have explained it to those who don't already know. I find it insulting to the readers, and arrogant for me to explain things that I feel are best explained just be simple reference. For those who don't, you'll have to wait a little longer :)