D'OH is not an accepted word in the OED. D'oh!

There are tasks which expect a far greater impulsiveness to begin than they are worth in terms of either the physical work involved or the outcomes of doing them. Room cleaning, changing your bed sheets and regularly shaving are, for a true -girlless- bachelor, but a few of the examples. It is that what has given us generally introvert and reclusive nice guys the epithet of shaggy scags. A good test for the degree of this bachelorness is to see if you can spot the yellow flowers of the bright floral design through the sad brown hue tinting the sheets. Pushing the limits of endurance- you may call it euphemistically, but it is just a symbol of our proud lethargy.

Engineers create technology, they say. Well, mostly they just use them and complain about them with the added liberty of having the right to call everyone else a layman. But, the invention of the century, The Mobile Phone, is a notable exception. Now, that is not true of all who claim to have an engineering degree, but it is a good pointer. An engineer, albeit to a lesser extent than his non-technical college going cousin, is one who is constantly engaged in his mobile doing only the most mundane of all tasks that a modern mobile supports- messaging. Or, it could be one who constantly checks his pockets during a conversation ostensibly expecting an important call while actually concerned only if his extremely valuable gadget is right where he always keeps it.

Fortunately or otherwise, I belong to the same tribe. Both of them, I mean. In short, huge push needed to change the brown rag on my bed with my mind preoccupied with the obvious whereabouts of my cell phone. That one fine day, at 2 in the morning (or night), I gather all the impulse I need is enough for me to lapse into self congratulatory celebrations for a week. But, I decide to change the sheets. The old ones go into the bucket, the new ones are neatly folded up on the chair- time to get to work. Blistering Barnacles, this mind sailor has lost his beloved gadget. I remember taking it down to sangam, damning the clothes I am wearing for not having a single pocket and also evolution in general for not having humans evolve out of Kangaroos, coming back and discussing that beautiful story called "Double Dhamaka:The Matrix and Final Destination Combined" and thats when I lost them. The train of thought and the phone.

Part irate and part worried, I hastily decide to finish the bed thing and then go find my phone. Arms reach to the chair, eyes staring at the wall ahead- I pick up the sheets and CRACK!!. "D'oh!"

There it is! My dear little er, the relationship is a little complicated to put in words. I am overjoyed at finding the beauty, but she is in pieces. "The lunatic is on the grass" said Roger Waters too. Ah! the damn game of irony that fate plays.