Friday, February 23, 2007

CPR

The last time I left my blog alone for this long, I got to the point where I found all my entries embarrassing, and after the one year it took me to figure out what my password was, I deleted the damn thing.

This time, I decided not to. No, not because I'm more shameless than I was four years ago - I more shameless than I used to be four years ago, but that's not it. It's not that I don't find the posts embarrassing. Nope, I do. Sometimes. But not as embarrassed as I should be had I been the director of "Ghost Rider", watching which Shrik and I laughed our heads off a few hours ago. And I haven't suddenly thought of anything earth-shattering to post, either. In fact, this post won't even rattle my own laptop screen, which finds itself mounted on a slightly loose hinge, and will have a natural frequency of about a tenth of the other laptops my colleagues have. I have not marinated in the bath, thinking about gold crowns, and therefore am not in a position to say "Eureka" like Shakespeare, or Archimedes, depending on whether you're a Bertie Wooster or a Reginald Jeeves fan.

The thing is, I have nothing better to do right now.

There. I've said it, and I hope it makes you feel better about yourself. Anyways, to fill in the gap since November, I still continue to have no life, my bike continues to be my significant other, my camera continues to be my mistress (I don't care what Freud thinks of my zoom lens), I continue to have accidents, meet weird people, have strange conversations with my weirder friends- often lubricated by alcohol - and when I find time from all this, try to pretend I'm working so I get paid at the end of the month so I can fill up my bike's tank and load film in my camera. In fact, nothing has changed, except that I'd become too lazy to write. I'd become too lazy to wash my clothes, too, but you don't have to wear your smelly blog to work.

Anyways, since I'm trying to revive this blog, I shall try to write about something. Now what shall I think of... hang on, I shall just ask Shrik.



Bad idea.

This is what just happened:

I leaned over to Shrik and jogged his brain a bit.

"What's the weirdest thing you can think of? Quick! One word!"

Blank look.

"One word?"

"All right, a phrase, then. Quick!"

Shrik looks at the wall for a while, and brightens.

"Martians hate pink."

See? Bad idea. But in the words of the immortal Adolf Hitler, "es muss gemacht werden", which, in a less ominous-sounding language, translates to "it has to be done".

Why would martians hate pink? According to Dr. John Gray, Ph.D, we would. From when we were babies, we were clothed in blue, and our sisters in pink. Unless you were brought up by a mom like mine, who, though she assures me that she did want a boy and all, still used to amuse herself by dressing me up in frocks and doing my hair into what she claimed was a ponytail, but what, from photographic evidence, looked suspiciously like a bonsai coconut tree. I was three. Ha ha, mom, you almost had me going there for a while. Twenty-five years, to be exact.

But we digress. Why do men, even the funny green ones from our neighbouring planet, hate pink? I'll tell you a secret - we don't. We love pink. We just don't like it on ourselves. There was this girl in college who used to wear these plain, pastel-coloured salwar-kameez in the lightest shades of pretty much all the colours, and she looked breathtakingly like a cool afternoon breeze. Now a cool afternoon breeze is not much if you're in Haridwar in December, but this was Trichy. In the summer. Not that cool afternoon breezes can be seen, but if they could, they would probably look like this girl. And pink looked lovely on her. My favourite was lime-green, though. See, there's another colour. I, for one, would not want to be seen dead in a lime-green salwar-kameez, but I don't hate it. The same as pink.

So there, Shrikman.

26 comments:

arjun said...

Sentiman, you are one of the weirder friends I have, and I said QED after reading that post. However, Shrik is certainly the weirdest (another view further reinforced by this post).

Brewtus said...

"We just don't like it on ourselves"

Govinda will disagree with you there..

shrik said...
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shrik said...

Senti, you don't have to justify why you like pink - you're not a Martian. .. Or are you?

Gina said...

Quisque comoedum est

Senthil said...

Arjun: Hah. A pot calling the kettle black. Blog, and it shall be proved.

Brewtus: Damn, yes, he would, but then, men don't like pink on Govinda, so he really doesn't count. One of those outliers.

Shrik: What, just because I have antennae?

Gina: Revera linguam latinam vix cognovi...

Vaish said...

Welcome back, T! Very interesting post, indeed. What this written in a 'goobay' moment?

I think Shrik should write his own Hitckhiker's Guide to the Galaxy :P

Einalem said...

Hey! I have just discover your blog and I realized you're a really interesting guy....by the way, all this research began when a friend and I came up with the "cogito ergo doleo" phrase...and thought that we had invented it...silly of us!... it was so frustrating to see we had not!! ^^

...meet you should be an enterely exhilarating and unforgettable experience...

It was great to read you...

shrik said...

Vaish: Whaaaat!?

Einalem: You're right about the unforgettable part.

Einalem said...

And what about the exhilarating part? ... :P

I have just realized "Sentiman" is some years older than me...lol...I am 17...but...althought I think "Sentiman" is an interesting guy..and I would like o meet him!^^

Senthil said...

Akka: Yeppp, this was in a 'Goobay' moment, all right. Not very, but a 'Goobay getting up and stretching its wings' moment. :)

Shrik: You really should. Start with the hitchhiker's guide to the Konkan, and take it from there.

Einalem/Melanie: Thank you very much, madame! (*Blush*) And one thing I have learned is that we live in an age where anything original one thinks of saying or doing, someone else has already done. Rather depressing, but there it is.

Einalem said...

Hey! finally you're here!^^...
You must be right...but, It's so sad to know you won't never be original..."Cogito, ergo doleo"...

I have always thought that I belong to the 19th century...a noble? a proletarian?...who knows...

shrik said...

Senti, there's a thought. Wanna go on a long hitchhiking trip? Would be quite exhilarating...

Kartik said...

Now who the hell was this "afternoon breeze from Trichy"?! I am VERY interested to know.

dharmabum said...

i join kartik in his curiosity - though i am sure the afternoon breeze would by now be a mother of a couple of kids :)

so, ghost rider wasn't good? thats is really disappointing. am still gonna try and watch it though - atleast for eva mendes ;o)

talk of meeting weird people - it happens so often to me i don't consider it abnormal anymore. in fact, i get bored otherwise!

welcome back - but as i can see from the date of this post, it doesn't look like u r gonna write regularly anyways :(

Ra.Ge said...

Thanks for the good laugh!

Ra.Ge said...
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Chimera said...

ah, resurrections can be so soothing, and i'm glad that u atleast know the pinks and the lime-greens , most guys I know can't recognize any hues beyond the usual colors -red,blue and green.
tell them 'turquoise' and they look at me as if I've misspelt tortoise :D

tangled said...

Another person to come by because of the doleo.
You are very funny, sir. Please do post more often.

s.w.a.t said...

i likey thish!

shrik said...

Time for another round of CPR man!

Anil P said...

BTW why would anyone think that Martians would hate pink?

shrik said...

Anil P: Well, why would anyone think otherwise?

Rachna said...

How about some m-t-m resuscitation this time? You're too good to stop!!

Senthil said...

People, thank you very much for your faith, boredom, and everything else that makes you come visit my page. I shall endeavour to give satisfaction, though delayed.
Plis to keep coming back!

Anonymous said...

Too sweet! I think I finally met someone in my mindset, though I'm not yet as talented a writer.