Funny people

You know who the funniest among the lot?
- The guy drunk silly trying to convince you, and probably himself, that his drunken state has not affected his judgement.
- The seasoned flirt casting his magic.
- The traffic conscious guy trying to cross the busy road without zebra crossing.
- Kids, in whatever they do.

They all are earnest in what they do. It is just that I have this seizure of giggle watching them.

Freaking Freezing

Rain, Flood, Storm, Twister, Tornado, Hail, Snow, Bad hair day – name it and it is now in New Zealand. For the records, bad weather makes me crazier than normal. I tried this new mustache and I drew comparison with Hulk Hogan. P was laughing his head off at the comment till the dot under his lower lip that he deliberately leaves behind while shaving was described as ‘beauty spot’. Ha... Ha... Hulk Hogan was forgotten instantaneously.

Walking back from work, I thought the water level in the Viaduct Harbour has risen considerably. Is it real? May be I am just hallucinating as usual. For some reason, that reminded me that I cannot swim. I have spent all my life in the costal area and I cannot swim. I know that living in coastal area does not make swimming skills mandatory. The point is – I cannot swim. Damn.

Milord!

Ages ago.
At the School.
Moral Science classes.
Was taught not to judge others.

Right now
At the work.
Performance appraisals.
Am asked to judge others.

Just wondering... Is my job immoral???

This world is weird.

Piece of brilliance found by the road

"Laughter is the best medicine". Can there be a more incomplete statement? So incomplete that it is sometimes misleading. It is a relief that Cancer and AIDS patients are not prescribed laughter as cure to their disease.

Then you come across a statement that puts everything in place. Isn't it brilliant?


Some statements are so incomplete that you remember them for their sheer stupidity. Years ago I saw a poster naming some politician as the 'Leader of Tamil race'. I was like - What the heck. Where did this joker come from, who proclaims himself as my leader? By the way, when did Tamils become a race? But that is a different blog-worthy debate by itself.

Getting back to our topic, why would somebody volunteer to be my leader when I do not need one? The statement on the poster should have been more specific. It should have been more precise by naming him the leader of a bunch of idiots and losers.

Hmmm...

You know what is the scariest of the scares?
It is sitting in the couch, alone in your apartment, watching some stupid sitcom, laughing so loud that you are scared by your own voice...

April Fool!

Morning. Promised myself that I will finish off work and leave office on time today.

Looked at the watch while leaving office. 9 PM.

May be I April fooled myself.

It is not just April. It happens every month. Almost everyday.

This foolish life sucks. Damn.

Coincidence

From apartment to Foodtown. From Foodtown back to apartment. I tailed this kid and her father. I didn't plan to, it just happened. Coincidence. That is the word. Coincidence. The kid was so chirpy and was swinging holding her dad's arm, it was kind of pleasant to watch. I was not stalking. Not them. I was stalking the TV presenter. That too only at Foodtown. Actually I was just curious to see how his funny mustache and beard looked like in real.

The other day I saw a couple of Smashproof's at Lim Chhour. It was P who recognized them. I didn't even though their Brother is the current NZ chart topper. Check out Gin in that song. Wow. What a voice she has got. When you have goose bump hearing a voice, you got to be impressed. I certainly am. These Roses is another sample.