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.

What is fun?

There was this group at the stadium. The Dhol guy was obviously its epicenter. He played his dhol, the group sung and danced to his tunes. They were visibly having a good time.

Security: Sir, you cannot play it here.

The group looked at each other. One of them volunteered to be the mouthpiece.

Mouthpiece: We are just having some fun...
Security: I appreciate that Sir. But, we should also allow others to watch the game and have a good time.

How can she be so naive? We want to have fun and we have fun. It ends there. The others better learn our style of fun. Or, they can go to hell. How can she expect us to think about others?

After an animated discussion among themselves, the group decided to move away. By that time, the whole section of the stadium was watching them. The dhol guy was convinced that he had gained a huge fan-following. He did not want to disappoint them. He played his dhol while moving away.


The group found themselves a new place. The dhol guy let his music flow. Security of that area approached them with the same set of expectations as the previous one. The group was quite agitated this time. They let loose a large amount of curses in Hindi and a few in English. The security guy presented them a saintly face. He made a great effort to show that his thoughts too were saintly.

The dhol guy realized that he should let the security know that he was not pleased. He said - "You got it? You got it? You got it?". He was repeating himself for a very long time. May be the quantity of booze he had consumed did not help him in remembering that he had already said what he was about to say.


This way, the band kept changing its location only to face a different security with the same set of demands. The group moved around all through the match in search of the right security who would see nothing wrong in their style of having fun. They were not very lucky that day.

What is fun if is fun for others too?

Green Country on the Green Day

Saint Patrick's Day. Surprised to find that Green has so many shades. People were dressed in their greenest best. Green dress, green fake beard and green hat. I was reminded of the Pakistan Cricket team's stalker for obvious reasons.

May be people preferred Sprite to Coke, Dutch Heineken to Kiwi Tui, Subway to Mc Donald's on this day.

Green was everywhere. Even the showroom dummies wore green.

Garbage bins and bags were green.

On second thought, I think they were always green.

I remember my green laptop - Sheesha. There was this on-going gag that it belonged to martians. Sheesha would have felt happy on this day.

Me?

Met R the other evening. He was walking with a distinct limp. Had the formal hi-how-do-you-do. Nodded at the customary “Are you still in your first job?”.
He then went on – “Hey, you know what? I did a big mistake man. You remember H? My boss received his resume and he asked for my opinion about H. I thought it was you and gave a, you know, glowing review. I said that he is among the best resources available”.
“Wow! Do you think so? Thanks man. H too is good at what he does”.
“He is. Why I am saying this is because I messed up with names and faces”.

What R said may be far from truth. It may be the greatest overstatement of the year. But, it feels wonderful to hear something like this about yourself.

R is recovering from a recent surgery. Get well soon buddy! By the way, were you on medication when we had that conversation?

On a totally unrelated note, the lime drink I got yesterday tastes like paint. I should stick to cola. I prefer antiseptic to paint.

Kiwi sense of humour

Quite impressive :)

Samples:
The Crowd Goes Wild [Youtube],
Flight of the Concords [Youtube],
The Unauthorised History of New Zealand [Youtube],
Pulp Sport [Youtube].

Tale of two shoes

Have you ever thought why you did certain thing the way you did it and not a certain other way? Well, I do it all the time. I got the boots alright. Why didn’t I notice that it is hard soled and it is so noisy that people turn around expecting to see a horse when I walk? I wear my headphones and pretend not hear anything.

I had in fact admired those noisy army boots when I was in NCC. That was like a million years ago during my under graduation. It was a short but horrible experience. I learnt a few things about myself before I was kicked out of NCC. I cannot shout even if it is to save my own life (I prefer to describe the situation as that of delicate vocal cord). I cannot walk straight, let alone marching.

I hope I had chosen a less-pointed pair of shoes. Scared people jumping out of my way, is all fine. But, why don’t I see many wearing pointed shoes? Is it true that they belong to the 80s fashion?