c'est la vie !

I’m one year experienceed in the IT industry, doggonut , something to gloat about I must say! “Experience”, the much hyped term these days seem very abominable to me, partly cos im here for the lack of a better idea. A couple of days back ,one ennui filled afternoon ,I was immeresed in a g-conversation with a dude from college, the talk invariably turned into our hoo-hum vocation, with nothing of substance to talk, my teeny-weeny creative gland or rather the dork-shit-is-wht-i-blog gland started working overtime and that arbit chatter resulted in the character Slothy Moo. Hmm , as i write this i see Stalin's ghost looking up from above and sneering.

SlothyMoo(S&M) is a stupendous cow, like “stupendous man”. Any resemblance to Sam the anthropomorphic Dog and Max the hyperkinetic rabbity thing of Sam&Max or SadoMasochism is , well coincidental(so I believe). S&M spend four years in the farmlands of Basavangudi under the watchful eyes of a big black bull. The grass there was green and resplendent and the fellow cows around S&M were like her, grandualar freaks. All she did there was chew on some arbit shit and once every month spit the cud, in a nutshell she could say ‘life was bliss’. There were other farmlands around her which were occupied by other denizens of the green. This blissful life was shattered on one eventful day. What happened changed the course of her life forever.
There came a day when a lotta pigs descended on the grasslands, the pigs as you all know are highly intelligent creatures, with all the worlds knowledge inside their small smart-ass brain. They came in hordes from different parts of the city with lucrative-grazing offers. The braggart pigs said that after they finish their tenure in the basavangudi farmlands they would be taken to groovy farms enclosed in glass, with an AC to boast and what more they would be given extra green-notes to chew on at the end of every month. When the cows heard this they started pransing around in gay abandon but there was a glitch, they had to undergo a test. “Oh boy! What are they going to judge us on, what if we don’t pass the test!” , they quipped to one another, but the test was pretty simple, they had to cud out all the grass they chewed in the past three years. “Ahhh that’s pretty simple, no big deal” said some of the cows with thick inch glasses. So with great emanating force they puked out all the slime which was well appreciated by some of the pigs .The farmlands also sported some nice,opulent, glamorous chicks who gave new meaning to the term “bird-brain”, they didn’t care much about the pigs and their lucrative grazing offers, they walked around nonchalantly without a care in the world. Some cows decided to cross the oceans, for they blindly believed in the saying “grass is greener across the oceans”.
S&M was impressed by one such grassland and their tempting punchline “we are different”! They came singing this song :

All ya cows grazing in the farmlands,
Join us and u will not despair
The grass we offer is toothsome and not bland,
You will live a action-filled,joy-ful and truly imaginative life ,free of all dire.

Even though Sloth was her midlle name ,she did manage to impress the pigs with all her slime and thus she began her new life. The first few weeks were great fun, the cows who joined in with her were given sugar cubes to chew on. The farmlands were beautiful, wht with all the fountains and shrubs and manicured lawns and coffee beans to smell and see, but to get there the cows had to cross a mighty bridge. Little did SlothyMoo and the other cows know that all the sugar coasted grass they were fed initially would come back to bite them. Slowly the pigs turned into the king and tyrant, they started imposing absurd rules. It seemed like the pigs who ruled the grasslands were going 360, it was a perfect instance of democractic-to-communist rule.Sigh! The once, i-can-chew-when-i-wish farmland turned into a you-have-to-chew-for-9hrs one and what more they even monitored the cows and prepared an attendence bark.The cows started voicing their chafe ,but they were ignorant to the fact that a lot more was in store. SlothyMoo was in despair, “This is not coming out the way they promised!”, she cried to her fellow cows but inspite of all that they hung on and ‘that’s the way the cookie crumbles’.

P.S :( The stroy ends abruptly. The continuation is being worked on, all characters are ficitional and any resemblance to anybody living or dead is purely coincidental.)