The night a day ago…
Earlier tonight, two very adamant males in this house decided to go against the popular wisdom of switching off the television set, tube-lights, their playlists and sleep. One argued that he needs to keep up with the news (however inane) and the other insisted that he be left in the sufism of his excel workbooks.
Now it is ~2. I see my dad splayed all over the sofa. I have been listening to this song ‘Kun Faya’ close to 9 times over. It has a homing sort of appeal – the “Kun faya kun faya kun…. kun” part of it. It spirals in some way, with minimalistic words and intonations – more for the breeds who pride themselves on their bathroom singing capabilities. You can’t go much wrong with it.
Have you heard of this band – Lonely Island? The feat they achieved with Akon. That song, yes. And then this guy – who believes that Disneyland is a part of UN and holds on interviews like -
Ali G: But what harm has violence ever done?
Media analyst: Oh… death!
Ali G: Yeah, but apart from that.
This guy I read, wanted to become a bad ass ghetto boy.
All these guys would be written along with – “He just lurrvvvvs music” or like “This humor will take my life” which makes me emote a pukish sense of wonder on how doped a country is America!
But then we have Wilbur Sargunaraj, so I can’t actually complain.
The time when I was in school, I was a part of a perfmance arts club, where I rose from my modest renderings of the christmas lamb to the tree around which Krishna and Radha pranced to the soldier (among many) who died in the most remotest of Mahabharata battles. Frankly, the play director didn’t give a shit when I most sincerely inquired if I should keep my specs on or not.
When I asked for a more meaningful dialogue than a timed “Ah! – I am hit!” -
Teacher: Hmm… You should go solo as Lalu Prasad Yadav. You have a round face.
Me: Whaaa…?
Teacher: Uhm – Yaa… and also, put some whitener on your hairs. Chalk dust should also help.
So while other folks walked down the stage as the great warrior Arjuna, Jawaharlaal Nehru, Mahatma Gandhi and Martin Luther King – I had to stick saw dust in my earlobes to enact the most celebrated CM of that time.
Since then I have done enough plays on the earnestness of the CM – interviews with dummy reporters as a part of School’s annual day functions that I ~half qualify for the full dowry which you shall give to your daughters, you parents.
A blog need not necessarily make sense all the time. I actually slept after this and woke up in morning to realize I was 20 minutes late for my call to explained the excel soaked in Sufi music. I feel a need to gaze hard at this monitor to make the number reshuffle at his end. How hard can magic tricks be after all?
Uhm – How do you color condition cells in excel?
