ORGANIZING RANDOMNESS

I met someone in Chennai last month. He told me that he has seen only doordarshan in his entire life. No cable, no Tata sky, hell not much of big screen as well. Just the traditional antenna lying idle in the terrace with some crow shit. And then, something suddenly struck me like the low wavelength doordarshan antenna. Everything about his character suddenly made sense to me. And somehow, lot of it had to do with the fact that he has seen only doordarshan through out his life. And then, I suddenly gazed upon myself. I was a couch potato. At least when I wasn't playing or fooling around. A special bond definitely exists between I & TV. A bond, which is way more stronger than C-H bonds in the benzene ring :P. I still remember the moments where I've been watching Cartoon Network from morning 9 to the evening 7, only to stop as Dad would then be back from work. Its still very vivid in my head. The 2 Sharjah knocks by Sachin to lead India triumph is still so much in vicini...

So, is it a comedy piece? Is it a melodrama like the countless yesteryear classics? Is it a Gautham Menon fantasy ride on the Indian Railways? [Gosh, only he can come up with such stuff] Well, I'll go ahead and call it chaos. At some point in time, our minds tend to find some order in randomness. And well, I want to share one such incident. Now that I am 'jobless' and/or 'unemployed' for the next six months, I've decided to attain individual salvation. Yes, I've decided to become part sanyasi [not inspired by Nityananda :P] ; the first step being to flee from Chennai. So, I had to catch this train at 10 50pm to Pune this Wednesday, and by all means, I reached there like an hour early. After a few phone calls, I finally became idle only to be abused by a Bihari couple for no rational reason whatsoever, in what seemed like Bhojpuri slang. Frustrated a bit, I could think of only one thing that could cheer me up - Saravana Bhavan's Pure Filter Coff...