It's the End of the World As We Know It, And All I Can Think Of Is Bak Kwa.

So the fifth line has been cut.

Considering that I was affected here when the SeaMeWe-4 line was cut, and that I felt the effects of the sudden loss of Internet immediately, I wonder what would happen if this was truly an act of sabotage intended to cripple the world.

Reading Cormac McCarthy's The Road - a novel about a father and son in a post-apocalyptic United States adds to my anxiety. I don't know if I should panic or be elated like a fanboy dreaming of the Post-Apocalyptic Steampunk world to survive in ala Mad Max or The Matrix (RL). But it complicates matters a little if I'm stuck in India.

Which gives me an idea for a post-apoc story of Singaporeans stuck in India and desperately trying to make it back home. Here is my plan for the end of civilisation as I know it if the stock markets and world order crashes as a result of the sabotage of oceanic fibre-optic lines:

1. Establish a safety zone around and within MICA.
2. Venture out after enough supplies have been gathered and
3. The trip back home has been planned effectively
4. Get weapons along the way.
5. Survive brigands and warlords.
6. Fight off the zombies/mutants/monsters/old gods
7. Live on till we make it through Burma, Thailand and Malaysia.
8. Rebuild back in Singapore.

On a lighter note, we had our Reunion Dinner at Mirch Masala, which is a decent meat-serving restaurant here in Ahmedabad. We had Leigh's favourite Murgh Makhani (butter chicken), kebab platter and cheese naan. They make a mean cheese naan there.

We had discussions on The Competitive Nature of Harshal In Regards To Badminton, Thesis on the Bunch of Cynical Bastards Badminton Team: Being All Fun and Polite Games, Wondering The Necessity of Exaggeration and Hello, Hi, Who's This? Leigh's Phonecall Overheard.

Then we returned to MICA, had drinks (non-alcoholic, chai, coffee, nimboo pani which is limewater, coke or Bournvita which is like hot chocolate) at MICAFE sometimes called TT (Tongue Tickler - this place is a confused place because it has so many names), then moved with Bertie to Chhota where we (Leigh, Me and Bertie) sat for the next 2 hours or so talking about random things.

Leigh has all the photos of the "celebrations", Nuria has the photos of the food. Check out their blogs on the sidebar. I've also come to the understanding that the French people are having a sort of parallel situation to ours, and it is uncanny how things develop (dare-vhere-lope) in a similar fashion for people of different cultures/nationalities. More on this when I return back home.

I need to sleep now. I can't give any more years and longevity to my parents. Goodnight everyone, happy Chinese New Year to one and all.