Deep Sarcasm

Apparently, chance has a bone to pick with me. Other than the fact that it’s going about the whole thing the wrong way, its attempts to “number” me are becoming quite amusing. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, continue reading.

This post would never have been written was it not for my logging into Google analytics today and finding out that it had happened yet again. Somehow, the number 666 keeps showing up in the most random and unexpected places I happen to look - granted, analytics is chock full of numbers and it would be quite probable to find all sorts of symbolic numbers - but hey, I never said this is a supernatural occurence. Besides, I’m not a Christian and it’s not like this bothers me in the least.

A good number of visitors

But wait - that’s not all. It couldn’t have been, otherwise I wouldn’t have made this post - it’s too small a coincidence to bother writing about. The whole point of this post was to point out how much fun it is to find that number in the most random of places and maybe take advantage of it (or at least try to, heh). Therefore, ladies and gentlemen (or whoever is reading this blog - cue the crickets), I present my lunch coupon from DPSMUN 2006:

Mmm...lunch - Note the serial number

Incidentally, there’s a story behind this one, though the narration hardly does it justice. Or maybe it’s just the fact that this post was based on a mere two coincidences…perhaps I would find the number of the beast more often if I actually looked out for it.

For chronicling purposes, I must write down that I met Dhruv yesterday at Priya (after mistakenly going to the wrong place due to not listening on the phone), where we didn’t exactly do much, other than commenting on the random puddles, cowdung, beggars, dead pigeons and dogs eating said pigeons in the marketplace. We did discuss some ideas and planned some stuff, but more on that later if and when it actually shapes up.

It’s a miracle they managed to keep the cows out of the movie theater.