The Brain Blog

Mish mash of notes of formulas, and mathematical nonsense are scattered across the room, bath towels and filthy laundries lay clumsily on the bed that never received the treatment it deserved. Stack of CDs and DVDs were arranged verociously in between a bucket of pretzels which never belonged there. Countless number of papers dealing with hocus pocus figures are just nothing but additives to the whole collection of heap. And right in the center of the room like a spider at the center of its web waiting, sitting rather awkwardly on a 3 legged steel chair, the man of the room stares attentively at his 15 inch flat panel monitor, mind gleaming brashly over the topic to croon forth.

Somehow behind that brashful gleam, an element of uneasiness lay dominant, pounding every seconds of it like a death clock ticking, shutting off any activity to the mind except those death numbers that never seemed to die.

A glass of freshly squeezed orange juice serve nothing but to abet any blockade to the mind remain powerless to this commanding force. Even the cold night air sweeping into this claustrophobic room is defenseless from this annihilator.

The mind is in a total shutdown.

The man takes in a breather, yet to no avail. Perspiration beads across his forehead, the cold night air feels warm like an invisible wall, with thick incense that could make him gag. The whole sensation feels so inviting as a headache. This vomiturition of uneasiness has blatantly pushed the envelope of vociferant into a voracious vexation.

A Heartfelt thanks to IBM for making the mind go all numbers.

Exhibit 1 : The man of the room stares at his computer screen with a mind full with numbers.