Hail Pel!

This morning, a number of people in the bus would have thought me demented. The cause of this thought is a book written by this gentleman called Pelham Grenville Wodehouse. For the sake of convenience and relief to my fingers (which are still at loggerheads), I shall call this person Pel.

And this is what Pel said (about a very tall, lanky character in the book) that made me burst out laughing:

...Nature, stretching Horace Davenport out, had forgotten to stretch him sideways, and one could have pictured Euclid, had they met, nudging a friend and saying: "Don't look now, but this chap coming along illustrates exactly what I was telling you about a straight line having length without breadth."

I just could not stop laughing. His name should have been Pel 'genius' Wodehouse!

The phrase 'work-life', is sounding more like an oxymoron by the minute.

Music

I've been listening to songs from this movie called Shankarabharanam. There's something about them which makes me listen to them over and over again.

Mesmerising.

PS: Apparently, a lot of people do not think like me. I claim so, because this song has been nominated for an award (says Amrita).

PPS: HAHAHAHA!

Phone people

There must be some rule against people who think that their cell phones are incapable of transporting their voice entirely to the other party; and end up yelling into the phones for all they are worth.

And people who do such a thing in public buses that are chalk full, should not be allowed.

I spent the first 20 minutes of my ride standing next to this huge (read gigantic) woman; who I believe, was convinced that the person she was talking to was stone deaf. Assuming all of us to have faulty ears too, she proceeded to describe, in great detail, the precise way her blouse must be stiched. For fear of being labeled indecent, I shall refrain from reproducing her side of the conversation.

She then went on to speak to her cook about how many spoons of oil must be used in food, because she needed to watch her weight. I have a strong feeling that if the cook had hung up on the other end; the lady in question would'nt have shut up long enough to notice that.

There is another very interesting section of people that I shall describe in a while. There is a certain piece of equipment called the hands-free; the purpose of which is rather evident. One might use the contraption when both hands are tied up with say, hanging onto the bus for dear life; or maybe when one is working in the kitchen or the garden or wherever else. The idea is simple. The section of people mentioned in the first line of the paragraph, do not comprehend the correct meaning of the phrase "hands-free". They use the thing when their hands are free. Most often, when they have a comfortable window seat in the bus, the phone rings - the thing is whipped out, attached and used. It is quite hilarious..

Perhaps we must blame the manufacturers for such discrepancies. Perhaps the meaning would be clearer if they called it Hands-not-free?

Song?

On the first leg of my journey (complete routine: share auto - walk - bus - walk some more - bus - walk a little - home - phew!) back home yesterday, I got into one of those share autos who have the very noble intention of providing value for money. This, usually takes the form of music. Much as I appreciate the thought, the kind of music (?) I was subjected to yesterday, made me want to banish all auto-drivers with such intentions. I have a feeling you'll agree with me after reading the lyrics:

मैं कपडे बदलकर जाऊं कहाँ;
और बाल बनाउ किसके लिए ?

I rest my case...

Humph!

Lately, I've noticed the population of people who stare, shoot upwards. As a result of which, I keep checking to see if I've suddenly grown a pair of horns or perhaps an extra nose..

>:P

Here's to Yasaswini, for the 1560!
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