Chase's Rule For Success
Trust only those who stand to lose as much as you when things go wrong.



The person entered this non-descript room, non-descript as far as the stale furnishing was concerned, but rather lavishly adorned in any other aspect. Two more entered in after.
A glistening white formica table centered the room, graced with two beautifully carved wooden chairs. The first person was asked to sit on one of them. A brite bulb threw some light on the scene, a scene which was happening rite below it, a scene which would have made heads turn and faces sweat.
The bare skin of the person exposed naked to the air-conditioned room felt the cool chillness sweeping right past; felt the warmthness of the bulb invade every tiny pore. Sweat gathered, only to immediately disappear. Shadows danced on the floor.
A man approached. With his cold, metallic, hard object. It held inches above the body, searching for the right spot to enter. Location found, a liquid was rubbed there. Cool to the core, it immediately numbed all sensations.
It hovered about the skin for a while.
And then plunged in.
It started making waves inside. Sensations, unique and unknown were produced. Signals that coursed to the brain asked it to make every effort to stop it. But to no avail. The mind prevented it.
And then it squeezed. And it ejected. Ejected every ounce of liquid in it. And they coursed throughout the body.
Somewhere in the back of the brain, and mind, an ecstatic pain screamed. Screaming blindly.
And then it retreated. It left.


Sounds like the beginning of a ahem ahem .... novel. Read on.


He opened his mouth. Words came out. Words that didnt quite register in the mind. But words that sounded something like:

Ok. Now please show your other hand so that you can take the second shot.

Yeah.
It was me.
Just getting my required immunizations.
One of the pre-requisites for my stay in the US of A.
The first one was the first dose of Hepatitis B.
And the second one was for MMR - Measles, Mumps and Ruebella.
Actually, I didnt scream. That was just for effect.
I am not one of those guys like some who scream "Eeek" at the sight of the steel of the needle, scared to death as if they have just seen a Boa Constrictor or something. (That snake is quite rare, BTW.)
Happy mood now.
Got my passport today (with the VISA stamped on it), and will be getting my (my cousin's) digicam tomorrow and Broadband in another week.