Yesterday rowie and i spoke on the phone. Rowie was at a cake shop in lion kingdom, trying to find that one black forest that would be the least fattening for her ass. And she said, so hows it going. And I said, yaah, OK OK, good good.

I was trying my experiment number 2 on her ( although philosophers say it is the wrong way to go about things)

Expt number 2 is to see what happens to the brain when you refuse to acknowledge it is thinking of that dangerous droopy-smiley icon. Does it stay zipped like that dead man’s heart on that cardiograph, as in does the brain wave stay neutral. Or does it go haywire and agitated – upset that you are getting away with a lie. ( On some days, my brain is totally out of control, its own person, doesnt listen to me, agrees to things, go to places i would normally refuse to do, etc)

Anyway, technically, what one is supposed to do is to tell the brain the truth – yes, putts im aware you are droopy, heres how we can cheer you up – remember that hammock on that beach in Goa and that  potful of honey? No cell phone, no nothing, just you and the sun and the sand and the life that is a breeze. Thats right, keep remembering, and watch the droopy become smiley and a toothy grin. Its called showing your brain who the boss is (it is you).

But in reality, Rowie said, oh yeah? And I said, thats right yeah, so how was your day.  And she said , OK ok good good.  And that was how a nearly lousy day was rescued by a belly laugh and ok ok good good ended up becoming a code for a crappy day.

This really happened. It did.

Btw, current experiment 1 has been to keep changing caller tunes every week and trace the song, which gets maximum sources to call me back. Not going anywhere, that one.