Off lately (in my second innings), I am not finding anything eventful in Mysore… so coming back from Bangalore after nice, SPIRITED weekend.. I start hating this place more than anything… some peaceful guys out there claim “given a chance they will shift to Mysore…” I want to ask,”what is there in Mysore??”… There are no traffic jams (you can’t checkout any girls stranding in traffic signal), there is no pollution (what u want to do with nice unburnt lungs….live more… yaaa.. yaa…and do what?? Work for few extra years…), it is calm (as if you gonna practice singing), our college is here (means what… you, baaching geddes)… anyway sucking decision, sucking job…so i am here now.
Ok..ok..was talking about Monday… I usually get these MMS (Monday morning Syndrome)… may be even you people get it… my symptoms are clear.. I usually go into virtual hangover of weekend and start countdown (in nano seconds) for next weekend… And to add spice to my pain, here in this office I have to wear a neck tie and full formals on Mondays… which gives me feeling that I am attending a wedding reception’…
[I think I got the next thread here…I am too good in connecting things].
Marriages, receptions are good place to meet people… but i am not much a social animal (I attend these functions for free food) But apart from eating food, i consider, it is my social responsibility to scan the mosaic picture of function…… girls wearing nice sarees (ya… she was looking cute) and more girls wearing nice sarees… On the other side, ‘conscious’ guys walking around ‘restlessly’ to bump into some girls… if the guy is little sensitive then he will start imagining himself standing as ‘groom’ and one of the saree girl as ‘bride’…(hee…hee…imagination at work :)…. and what more can you expect in such function… or may be these functions are meant to trigger such things…. (but for me… its all about Food.. nice free food:).
I was trying to avoid people… (as i knew few) so my concentration was on her… yup on her… that Saree, ear-rings, her talking, her bubbly walk…oh my God!!!… she was looking like goddess [really… ask Totu, if you don’t believe me]. But the strange moment was, when ‘dummi’ introduced me to a girl (sorry but I can’t remember names)… and that girl wanted to ‘see’ me it seems, (that is some real wish never seen among mammals…) Huaaa…huaaa… I felt, am I a Dinosaur or a King Kong, which she has never seen and wanted to see ONE… (which made me conveniently forget her name)… And apart from a simple ‘HI’, i forgot all the possible words which I did learn in last 25 years… (Hold on, boss… not that I was dumb stuck) but what to talk to her..? or How can I build a conversation with someone, who made me feel that that I am RARE Dinosaur, which is wandering in reception !!!! [blank…blank…]