Learned a new acronym, SAD – single and desperate. Hey, stop sniggering I am not SAD. I am glad not Gladwell of the Malcolm tribe. This week, if the head hunter is right, I will be going in for a job interview. It’s been exactly four years since I had a job interview. It’s always fun. There was a stage when I used to shit in my pants and sweat like no ones business. Hope this one will be different. I saw some kickass creative from India today. Awesome stuff guys, when and where do you creative brains think? Wherever it is, hope that it doesn’t end up like the g-spot injection. “Hey do you want to get ideas in the loo? Shove some botox up!” What’s this world coming to dude? Is there any injection to cure the world we live in? No, weed is definitely not the answer. Pass me that joint will you, while I deliberate on this. Cheers.
Last night they discovered a human in the sewers, screamed the headline on Daily Vermin Times. Ed Rat paused to scan the headline and sipped his morning tea. He was in charge of the highly successful Human Extermination Programme. He came from the highly acclaimed family of rats that had unleashed Plague on the frail human race centuries ago. At that time rats used to be in the sewers and the humans used to be outside. Maybe they too had a Vermin Extermination Program. How ironic, thought Ed. We were destined to rule the world. We withstood their poison and laboratory tests. In fact, the tests made us stronger and resistant to the diseases. Now look at them hiding in sewers away from us, fearing us. The telephone rang. Ed woke with a start from his reverie. There must be something wrong, he thought. My room has shrunk, there are metal bars everywhere. It looks like a cell. I can see my cousins in another cell. They are all playing with something. What's this lump on my hand? What&#
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