Bellicose

I resolve to use the word 'bellicose' atleast 5 times in this post.



It's one of those things that happen just because they do. You have no control over it. So I deem my brain excused for spawning such a random word when I woke up this morning. This is quite unusual as I hold my brain responsible for a lot of things. Anyway, during the course of the day,I'm sure I came across the word many more times. I was seated in my bench in the class before English period, cursing my time table as usual when the guy right next to me suddenly shouted out "There she blows!" I stared at him blankly for a few seconds. I had hardly expected to hear what I thought I heard.



"Bellicose?",I conjectured.

"Tomatoes?", he responded.

"Huh?"

"There...she...bloooooooooooooooooows!"

He drawled out the last line with the same sense of altruistic consideration as someone would use while communicating to a retard. At that point I considered myself a retard for assuming that a retard like him,at some point of his sordid,Moby dick watching existence, might have come across a word like 'bellicose'. At that point, even the rotund, sweltering,perspiring,reeking football that is, our English teacher might have thought me a retard as I continued to stare blankly at the guy while every one else stood up to wish her a good afternoon( while mentally damning her to an eternity afflicted with lice and itchoritis). She proceeded to reprimand me with all the passion and spittle advanced senility has to offer, an event after which I found myself drenched with an ungodly mixture of ungodly fluids formed in her body. Too much information? Feel free to object.



I have also come to realise a few things about myself. So convinced am I that these are true, that they've ceased to be just theories. They're laws - Noor's laws if you will.

First, my capacity for consuming vodka decreases by about half a bottle roughly every 18 months.
Second, The amount of space I require, to walk from one point to another is roughly double that required by any other ordinary person.

Yes, it is true. I cannot walk straight. Hell, I can't even stand straight. The nerves that proliferate to the various parts of my my body object to my standing still for more than a few seconds. They send signals to my brain which, happy as it is to be distracted, sends signals to the my legs to move. Thus, I find myself incapable of standing still. For this I blame my brain. More for remembering class 10 biology than making me fidget.

So, to end this post, I'd like to say....
"Bellicose,bellicose,bellicose!" Hah!