karcasm

okay. i just invented this word. super proud of it. yes it rhymes with two other words.okay, maybe more with one word than the other, but depends on how you look at it. so after sitting idle for nearly a month, gloating on my graduate status (not sure though), i finally took action, put a lot of thought into it and came up with it, behold..........."Karcasm". i know, the cheers wont die down, its deafening. okay, to the point now. a very scarring incident took place a few days back. 

one of my friends, who shall remain unnamed, finally convinced me to come to this art of living thing that he had been part of for the past few months.  he made it really easy for me, held it my own clubhouse, my own complex. having been called at 6, i promptly show up at 6 40. i find about 15 people sitting in this hall, and a lady, girl or whatever, in the grey area-female was talking to them. seemed to be recalling a personal incident or something. i located my friend and asked him bout the music show or "rock" show (fingers motion) that was promised. he said i should have a seat and that it will start pretty soon. i had a seat, more indian than western style, that is yoga style, minus shoes. and it starts.

trust me, it was absolutely like those tv evangelist who shout and make weird noises, sing and stuff, ofcourse minus weird noises. this guy shows up, humongous smile on his face (govinda would have blushed). he looks around, picks up a guitar (he was given an introduction,but not important), starts strumming and asks us to sing along. i did do some chorus, and didnt get the words at all. apparently that made us all feel better and open! and ROCK show over! 

cut to next guy. this one has the patented smile, and was in a talkative mood......

the rest, next, time, bored already......

still havent found what im looking for...

the search is on. i've wandered many a country,city,even towns.none of the experiences have been as rewarding as yesterday night. though i dont claim to be well versed with etiquettes , public urinals are the most baffling for me.  the moment i have entered one, usaully during a movie or in  a trip to the mall, the first thing i look for is an unused urinal, or should i say a private urinal in a public one.what an oxymoron.  and ofcourse, by unused, i mean barely used, or to be more specific, not looking like an execution wall, with a little everyhwhere!

another observation that baffles me is the one off hair.yes, go ewwww, but ive seen it. how, no tell me HOW does that happen? were you wearing the male chastity belt or the lashings took time opening that caused that? WHY? 

no better feeling than when the stars are out at night,u along , looking up at them, for you dont need to look down. this is earth, urea, fertiliser.does it matter that a dog was here before you? oneness with nature. 

washing hands.WHY? im always carefull.

die alone

If there’s one problem i have with the ad agencies today is the spate of depressing ads shown off late. I mean yes people get old, yes things get taken from you, life slows and you settle down with what you have saved for so many years, taking up some hobby as shown by Harsha Bhogle, actually scribbling on the canvas, getting better as he retires (has he retired?). But why show that in an ad. The running theme of these insurance ads seems to be to scare the living daylight of a healthy earning member of the family,  making him feel he might be dead if the bill for the water heater is not paid for the next 20 years. Every ad will have a shock value, a scene where the character has to give this grave mute expression, and then come up with the solution, being the investment. Two ads that really stick out like 2-sore-thumbs-up-god-knows-what are the HDFC Standard Life Insurance ad where they didn’t even leave the little boy, playing with a car, out of the inevitable miseries of life. I mean, the sentence “Agar aapke papa gum gaye to?” is probably engraved on the boy’s mind till date, giving him recurring nightmares, having to checkup on his dad every night, instead of it being the other way round! The other ad, who’s name fails me, which again has me checking the pulse and breathing of every sleeping relative, is where this wife come home after shopping and sees her husband literally passed out on the verandah chair, still, with the paper lying open next to him. She approached cautiously ,fearing the worst, just to find him startled to life.

But everything’s not so grey after all. The Asian paint’s ad, with the elderly couple reminiscing about a cycle incident about their child or grand child,cant really figure out, is so sweet that if that could some how be used as an insurance ad, it would be the silver lining to the dark grey clouds that are the insurance ads today.