Perpendicular Bisector

You know, it is always a wise idea to shut up when you aren’t sure of how effectively you can put forward your ideas to a crowd whose ideas are, well, bad to begin with. Which is what I’m doing nowadays. Especially when the crowd comprises wiser and more intelligent Fulbright scholars, well-versed in Design etiquettes and possessing just more than sufficient knowledge to hit nirvana. Make no mistake, even if the suggestions coming from their side might seem like much constipated horse excreta to you, you are chickenshit. A blind man in a deafdumb world (whatever that means).

//This first paragraph is meant to drip with biting sarcasm to certain people if they happen to read this piece and ‘get  it’.

Then it hit me, after all these days. Perpendicular Bisector.

That one-issue edifice of hundred percent success. Tushar, Kevin, Joshua, Madu (was he there? Not sure.) and me. Seditious, irrevent essays written by Greek letter-adopting pseudonyms. Printed ‘on the sly’ in Shijo sir’s lab, and posted in notice boards when the coast was relatively clear. I was Qwerty Subramaniam, Tushar was Mudd i guess, and somebody was Firefly. Looking back, we were supposed to get our asses kicked by Princi, yet absolutely no action or inquiry went into the incident. I personally sniggered and derived much satisfaction whenever anybody stood by the board and said, “Whoever is doing this must be punished. How can they do this without any approval whatsoever, etc. etc.” I remember Sony madam and Elizabeth madam standing there, fuming. Sadly, we failed to capitalise on the sensation it created, and never quite came together to cook up a new issue.

Ah, the minimalist Glory of it.