Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Red ants

Talking to people can be either a very pleasurable experience or mostly a very annoying one. And if you know a person long enough he will start repeating the stories. With the same enthusiasm!!! I am not saying I am a person who doesn’t follow this rule. This is a thumb rule of knowing people. People will repeat stories and there is nothing you can do about it.

Now zoom out a bit think of a wedding where we are being nice to people (because it’s a weeding). In this wedding people have a different problem they will talk about the most non interesting thing and you begin to wonder what kind of craziness occupies the mind of people. I have lost hope in humanity. Imagine u have only 10 minutes of probably your entire life to spend with this one person, just a normal person who will probably never cross your path ever again, and you talk about the crazy world of stomach related problems. How does this person get about in his daily routine? What happened to his social skills?

I have a firm belief that the world is going to blow its self up because of poor interpersonal skills.

A Wedding in itself is a very crazy place to be in now compound that by the fact that its an Indian wedding. Now hold your breath we are in a Gujarati wedding. The weddings of the people of the Indian State of Gujarat speaking a peculiar language called Gujarati is a delight.

Here’s how you know if you are in a Gujarati wedding, just look around and see if you spot a lot of over weight men wearing gold chains with the top button of their shirts open. Still not sure look at the women are they wearing a lot of florescent pink and florescent red and florescent blue. If you are still not sure look for the rhythmic dance in a circle where people will pretend to have sticks in their hands bang them against his fellow dancers make believe sticks.

I respect the people of Gujarat for their ability to burst into the Garba (folk dance) at the drop of a hat. The dance usually involves all members of the family dancing with a lot of enthusiasm. They probably don’t know what it looks like (that’s my theory). Well at least the food is good. ohh wait. All food items are sweet.

Now lets put it all together Talking to a Gujarati about his bowel movements in a wedding which severs only sweets. A place where one needs to wear shades to protect your eyes from all the florescent red, blues and pinks. And yes the rhythmic dances.

I REALLY LOVE MY FRIENDS

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Maestro

The mindless new sounds leaped out of the composer’s brain to jump into reality. They appeared out of nothing. The composer didn’t know he was doing this. He slept. His notes just leapt out while he slept.

The composer could understand why he wasn’t able to blend it all together. He slept after working for 36 hrs straight. He couldn’t crack it. His notes knew what the problem was. The guitar and the drum kit had a fight in the morning about the importance of beat verses the lead. They refused to work together.

The drums met the guitars in the middle of the imaginary dance floor where they had their dance down. The dancing began as the wind instruments looked on. The calculated steps of the drums were eating into the lead of the smooth gliding of the guitar.

The composer woke up as if from a very noisy dream.

The wind instruments reminded the warring tribes about the Union Regulations. They grudgingly got back to work and fixed the tune.

A compromise was reached just when the composer decided to commit suicide at his inability to create a tune in a week. He set up the chair and fan arrangement. It happened right there as he climbed the chair. A rush of energy as the music jumped into his consciousness.

He knew how to make the music work by them itself.

Another Addition to the long list of substandard music.

Room With a View

The pipe sprang up.. leaping a a good 20 feet before being noticed at the impossible it was doing. The pipe had enough waiting around. It wanted to jump. People around the pipe just freaked out. They thought of ghost demonic possession. The pipe wanted to play snake.. So it hissed around a bit.
Nobody knew what was happening. There was pandemonium.. People screaming .. Little girls crying.. News papers tossed into the air.. looting etc..
The pipe was havin fun. It crawled up the wall. And jumped out of the window. IT jumped into the wild..The wild had little to offer except the bushes.. To hide. He started burrowing. He borrowed for hours for days and it just seemed right to burrow. He didn't even know if he was going done anymore.. He didnt caer.. he just kept burrowing. He finaly hit a glass wall.. he saw many people inside.. and strangely many pipes.
He saw them but dint know how to get in.. He waved he banged but nothing..The world inside didnt look very diff.. he saw spinning discs in the air.. for no reason. beings inside sat on park benches and read the news paper. the sky was green. The grass was yellow.. This was magic land.. Magic had become the norm hence became boring.

Every one knew why things were happening nothing mystical.

The pipe got bored and left back to the surface.

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