Elevatorz..

Having been at blogspot for this long I have transcended into the know it all, rare, reserved, sporadic writer, yep thats wat I am making up for not writing. So for the lack of anything exciting to write about, I am going to write about elevators. I am laughing just thinking about it. Have I ever mentioned before my thoughts are a single coherent streamlined flow of genius during a spell of boredom. Now that I have praised myself lets start with the elevation.

So this started with the game elevators at which I currently am a bottom dweller. And then all these random thoughts started barging in, Adnan sami’s thodi si to lift dila de, to my brothers childhood dream of becoming a liftman (oopsie did I just reveal something), in his defense that is the closest thing he knew to a rocket scientist at his age so I salute his ambition, not to mention the liftman in our building was a nice guy.

The green person in me along with the supposedly health freak (yea somewhere deep deep inside) always hates using elevators, on the other hand I think escalators are even more wasteful energy wise.. But you are not reading all this for that very blah elevator personal social financial ialisms. So I will get to my regular metapsychospiritual spin on things. Ok I gotto choose first where to go with this, the whole lifes ups and downs-nah done to death, but theres always life beyond the grave, so I will stick with it.

Elevators basically are the fastest, least effort ways to get to destination and who does not like short cuts, not that it’s a bad thing necessarily. Each one of us buying lottery tickets, gambling in vegas, submitting super spammer surveys always hope they strike it rich. But besides that very literal meaning there are many other elevators, mood lifters, the indulgent death by choc varieties, the ambiens of sleepless night, the super cheery understanding always happens for the best spouting friends, all of us have our own…

And then there are the free falling types, when the carefully built house of cards collapses right in front of our eyes. The no fault of yours train journey, the wrong time when they went shopping, the solid real old company we invested in, yep we got on them not knowing the elevator was heading down at a sickening speed. The only consolation is it shall stop even if it crashes, after all its not a space ride with no end in sight…