13 5 / 2012
13 5 / 2012
Why is a rich man always framed in a rape case, while a commoner 'surely must have done it'?
Why do we drop someone whenever we give them a lift?
Why do we have minutes of a meeting that has lasted for a few seconds?
Why do we want to wear full pants when you’re 10 and shorts when you are 70?
Why is it a problem when the rubber solution is spilt?
Why is my phone always inferior to the iphone?
Why don’t we get a chance to use logarithmic tables in day-to-day life?
(another one of my old posts from the old, now redundant blog.)
13 5 / 2012
With a special talent that did not confine itself to the boundaries of tempo, tune, beat and anything remotely musical, I was spared the task of joining the Mar Thoma Syrian Church, choir.
This was the first chapter of the book titled. ‘Lack of talent can be a blessing. For you and others.’
This meant that Bruce and I had to play other roles. And there is no better time than December to put your kid through these testing times. Honestly, I loved it. At least back then, I did.
And for once I knew something by heart. The flow of events during the Christmas Eve celebrations.
- Carols in English by the choir.
- Carols in Malayalam by the choir.
- Carols in English by little ones.
- Carols in Malayalam by the little ones.
- Enactment of the Nativity scene.
- Carols in English by the elders.
- Carols in Malayalam by the elders.
- Cake distribution.
For 1-5, 7-9, the odds of me and Bruce making it were quite similar to the ones Dravid had of making it to the one-day team.
No. 6 could surely accommodate us.
Joseph - Possible.
Mary - Not Possible. There were pretty girls and that too many in number.
Baby Jesus - Not possible. Too heavy for one of the pretty girls to lift.
A doll from one of them would be more apt. And they know their dolls.
Animals in the manger - Possible.
3 wise men - Quite Possible.
Really did not know or was bothered to find out how these roles were assigned.
Had to get through it, quick and easy.
Joseph was chosen, excited kid smiled.
Mary was chosen, excited girl smiles, some twitch their lips, as only little girls can, some boys who could pass of as the former breathed a sigh of relief.
Mary got the doll, quite right I would say, mother brings her kid.
The animals were chosen - was still not there.
One wise man -some kid
Two wise man - bruce.
Third wise man - brijesh
See Papa, ‘wise man’
Start walking the entire length of the church till you reach the front.
The rest are already there, in their positions playing a game of ‘mental statue’
Join in, offer the gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Say ‘statue’ in your head and pose.
Some enthusiastic uncle and aunty join in.
They sing better than some in the choir, who glare at them from behind song sheets.
Some more songs. Ends with a Jingle Bell… each bell jingling in a different manner, depending on who is rendering it.
The uncle who has to rush out for a smoke has already reached the , “ … in a one horse open sleigh…”
The Malayalam speaking ones did not proceed beyond, ”jingle bells…”
The boyfriend in the choir or the girlfriend in the congregation or vice versa, while standing on their toes and arching their necks, emphasised on, ” oh what fun it is to ride…”
While fools like us, wanted to get out of our sarees that was deftly modified into a robe. Get home quickly and have the awesome palappam and chicken stew.
13 5 / 2012
Calendars, diaries, pen stands, car stickers, innumerable text messages all screaming out in unison and harping on one point - 2009, is here.
Decided to stay in this year. As if I did paint the town red otherwise. Cannot believe that its been 12 months since I went to Jindal. And the lost kilos have returned back like a homing pigeon. By the looks of it, it’s here to stay.
Coming to this year. Sid wanted to go to Sri Lanka, I had no inclination. Neta was away in London so no threat from there. Vivek wanted to go out and kick some ass with his wife. Chandru called, he wanted to chill. Now that was enticing.
The flight to Sri Lanka with Sid on it, landed a few kilometers away from the intended destination in Goa. Neta landed in time with his wife from London and headed to Goa, no news of kick-assing Vivek.
So Chandru and me decided to take it easy.
No house-parties. No club parties. No beaches. Just treat it like any other night.
The hairy beast was in his elements. He cajoled and coaxed and I found myself inside Screen 1 at Big Cinemas, Wadala (yes, it’s no longer IMAX) standing up to the National Anthem and preparing to watch the Hindi version of Ghajini. It was 9:30 pm.
We weren’t the only ones who had decided to take it easy. Indeed, there is safety in numbers.
Liked the ending of the Hindi version better than the Tamil one. Asin is as irritating as she was in the Tamil one. Yes, I know she is a big star and all, I have shot with her, but somehow she does not come across as natural. There is so much effort that comes across looking fake. If you do not understand what it is that I am talking about, please refer to Genelia D’Souza in Jaane Tu….
Anyways, movie over. Back home. More chatting. More Pirates of the Caribbean… followed by some sound sleep…
Wanted to start off the new year by doing something different. Sat and thought. What it is that I haven’t done in life. Bungee jumping, sky diving, swimming the list was long and endless.
But what it is that I can do, sitting at home, with the hairybeast for company…hmmm…
Eureka - fully clothed and sans the bath tub - I got it. Change the name. No longer will he be known as the HairyBeast.
I did this to him. The Phillips Trimmer had never been put to such a test. Ever.
Happy New Year everyone.
This year, I aim is to do some things I have never done in my life.
12 5 / 2012