"No matter where you go, you're never too far from a grumbler rumbler" - Ancient Chinese proverb
"Procrastination is but effort wasted on small talk. Effort which could have yielded result if better applied..." - Anonymous
Don't bother about where it started or how did it all begin. You begin conversations, you end conversations but grumbling, like a dream has no beginning. You just find yourself in the thick of it, either your ears bleeding under the assault of it, or your cheek muscles and tongue working overtime with the vocal chords bantering the whole wide world with an unending barrage. And so...
The shopping arcade was huge, really big and for people like me who navigate through swamp and forest much more easily, this sea of humanity and materials was a nightmare to be negotiated with.
"This place looks more crowded than a watering hole. Look at the number of people milling around the place. Can you believe its a Monday? Bah, they seem to have no better business i say! Everyone, everywhere is so f#$%ing materialistic. That guy Keynes has brainwashed the whole wide world. You've got to have much more than you need, what makes him think he's right...??"
"Yes i know its wrong" i admit quietly and we keep walking. How far, how long, how many aisles to negotiate, i know not. It could very well parallel the quest for the holy grail, and i was looking for something nothing less precious. Nothing short of frankinscence condensed in a bottle, packed for young men who wish to conceal their more natural fragrances because its no longer cool. Yes, the quest was for a bottle of deodorant.
"Look at the variety of cosmetics in this place. Hey, take a look! Fairness creams for men!" Both of us laugh but the laughter is short lived. "The guy who applies fairness creams isn't a guy at all. What makes him think he'd have any better chances with the women if he looked fairer. He'd be more of a fruitcake if he aspired to look fair. The women'll have him for a handyman, good for carrying bags and suggesting makeup and knot those backstrap blouses! Hah!"
"There's just so many deodorants, perfumes and the blah out here. What makes them different from one another? Nothing, i say nothing! Eau de cologne condensed into an aerosol and masked with some layer of fragrance cheaply made, nothing like the original attar (Eitra to be precise). These Westerners think they can make us look like fools, sell their flim flam to us. Hah, i'll show them who's the boss!!"
"Then what the fuck are you doing at the deodorant's column with me mate...?" Patience was being tried and because i'm a man of few words, i tried to finish it in a quick stroke! Silence ruled for a few minutes, and...
Beauty can manifest itself in many forms. Art, music, and nature. And right 'fore me was a living, breathing work of art. It seemed she'd walked straight out of a Raja Ravi Varma painting albeit in a modern form. Nevertheless, Ravi Varma wouldn't mind claiming it to be one of his paintings which he'd gifted to a witch!
STOP, HALT, ALTO, HOLD IT RIGHT THERE...
These magic spells had their effect, and everything around me came to, or atleast seemed to come to a standstill! Except her, and unfortunately, the grumbler rumbler with me..
wishawishawishawishawishawishawishawishawishawishawishawishawishawisha....
Some strange whispering sound, something like a weird hum or a drone could be heard. As the enchanted Ravi Varma painting walked away, the sound only seemed to get louder, until...
"Oi, do you hear me? I'm talking to you, yes you! Romantic goof, i'm talking to you and there you are, enchanted by her swaying hips! I say you're just short of melting into ooze here. One word from that female and you'd be all jelly feet 'fore her. Are you a man or something? I thought you were a man, a man of character, spine and spunk and there you are, gushing away like the Ganges just because you saw a female! Heh!"
"All said and done, was she not beautiful? Was she not praiseworthy? I'd say i could pen a sonnet or two for in praise of her doe like eyes..." i was still in Neverland and the grumbler rumbler was trying its best to bring me down.
"Pshaw! You call that a beauty? That's the work of make-up, some delicious dressing and the right choice of fittings. She's wearing the right kind of apparel which makes her look fabulous. She's surely just another bimbo!"
"Bimbo or no bimbo, wasn't she praiseworthy? Wasn't she the Kamalanayana of Kalidaasa?" Why on earth am i still trying to reason...?
"Kalidaasa? You're squandering the good name of the poet over such rubbish! Two inches thick of makeup and a vanishing cream to make it look all original. A cummerbund and an enhancer to keep everything in proper shape and curve. That's a 40 D she's wearing!
And as for Kamalanayana, that's the Bausch and Lomb effect! Hah! You're one maudlin aren't you...?"
"Maybe i am, maybe i'm not..." I was trying to riddle with the grumbler rumbler
The shopping done, and it was time for the checkout queue.
"Look at the number of check in counters and the number of people manning it! They're totally understaffed. This lady in line 'fore us, she looks like she's shopping for her winter hibernation. But the looks of her don't seem she needs anymore blubber. She'd make a Sperm Whale feel small with all those layers of lard."
"This operator's a nuisance, can't even handle the barcode scanner. What kind of a place are we in anyways? Should've gone to the medic's and scored whatever came to hand. Hope this deodorant works better than the ones before!"
"God, will this queue take forever to clear? What am i supposed to do here? Cook rice while he clears the..."
The wet sound of muscle and bone crashing into muscle and subcutaneous fat, bone and teeth. Five fingers clenched into a fist driven at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour pack an impact of 200 joules. Kinetic energy meets potential energy and this is the outcome. The cerebrospinal fluid begins to slosh in the cranium, making him sway around dizzily. His neurons fire all at once and as if short circuited, go out. Next, the grumbler rumbler's on the floor, out cold. A crowd gathers gazing at the grumbler rumbler whispering to themselves. Silence...
Point to ponder:
Don't we all tend to procrastinate at times? Rather everytime when we find things not going our way? Well, there are two ways to deal with it. Try and change it if you can, or ignore it and keep moving on. One common thing remains between the two, you don't make noise and ruckus about it!
Life's how you perceive it. Don't bitch about it if you've got jaundiced vision towards it...
"Procrastination is but effort wasted on small talk. Effort which could have yielded result if better applied..." - Anonymous
Don't bother about where it started or how did it all begin. You begin conversations, you end conversations but grumbling, like a dream has no beginning. You just find yourself in the thick of it, either your ears bleeding under the assault of it, or your cheek muscles and tongue working overtime with the vocal chords bantering the whole wide world with an unending barrage. And so...
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| This is what we do to others when we grumble... |
The shopping arcade was huge, really big and for people like me who navigate through swamp and forest much more easily, this sea of humanity and materials was a nightmare to be negotiated with.
"This place looks more crowded than a watering hole. Look at the number of people milling around the place. Can you believe its a Monday? Bah, they seem to have no better business i say! Everyone, everywhere is so f#$%ing materialistic. That guy Keynes has brainwashed the whole wide world. You've got to have much more than you need, what makes him think he's right...??"
"Yes i know its wrong" i admit quietly and we keep walking. How far, how long, how many aisles to negotiate, i know not. It could very well parallel the quest for the holy grail, and i was looking for something nothing less precious. Nothing short of frankinscence condensed in a bottle, packed for young men who wish to conceal their more natural fragrances because its no longer cool. Yes, the quest was for a bottle of deodorant.
"Look at the variety of cosmetics in this place. Hey, take a look! Fairness creams for men!" Both of us laugh but the laughter is short lived. "The guy who applies fairness creams isn't a guy at all. What makes him think he'd have any better chances with the women if he looked fairer. He'd be more of a fruitcake if he aspired to look fair. The women'll have him for a handyman, good for carrying bags and suggesting makeup and knot those backstrap blouses! Hah!"
"There's just so many deodorants, perfumes and the blah out here. What makes them different from one another? Nothing, i say nothing! Eau de cologne condensed into an aerosol and masked with some layer of fragrance cheaply made, nothing like the original attar (Eitra to be precise). These Westerners think they can make us look like fools, sell their flim flam to us. Hah, i'll show them who's the boss!!"
"Then what the fuck are you doing at the deodorant's column with me mate...?" Patience was being tried and because i'm a man of few words, i tried to finish it in a quick stroke! Silence ruled for a few minutes, and...
Beauty can manifest itself in many forms. Art, music, and nature. And right 'fore me was a living, breathing work of art. It seemed she'd walked straight out of a Raja Ravi Varma painting albeit in a modern form. Nevertheless, Ravi Varma wouldn't mind claiming it to be one of his paintings which he'd gifted to a witch!
 |
| No my love, she didn't compare to you! |
These magic spells had their effect, and everything around me came to, or atleast seemed to come to a standstill! Except her, and unfortunately, the grumbler rumbler with me..
wishawishawishawishawishawishawishawishawishawishawishawishawishawisha....
Some strange whispering sound, something like a weird hum or a drone could be heard. As the enchanted Ravi Varma painting walked away, the sound only seemed to get louder, until...
"Oi, do you hear me? I'm talking to you, yes you! Romantic goof, i'm talking to you and there you are, enchanted by her swaying hips! I say you're just short of melting into ooze here. One word from that female and you'd be all jelly feet 'fore her. Are you a man or something? I thought you were a man, a man of character, spine and spunk and there you are, gushing away like the Ganges just because you saw a female! Heh!"
"All said and done, was she not beautiful? Was she not praiseworthy? I'd say i could pen a sonnet or two for in praise of her doe like eyes..." i was still in Neverland and the grumbler rumbler was trying its best to bring me down.
"Pshaw! You call that a beauty? That's the work of make-up, some delicious dressing and the right choice of fittings. She's wearing the right kind of apparel which makes her look fabulous. She's surely just another bimbo!"
"Bimbo or no bimbo, wasn't she praiseworthy? Wasn't she the Kamalanayana of Kalidaasa?" Why on earth am i still trying to reason...?
"Kalidaasa? You're squandering the good name of the poet over such rubbish! Two inches thick of makeup and a vanishing cream to make it look all original. A cummerbund and an enhancer to keep everything in proper shape and curve. That's a 40 D she's wearing!
And as for Kamalanayana, that's the Bausch and Lomb effect! Hah! You're one maudlin aren't you...?"
"Maybe i am, maybe i'm not..." I was trying to riddle with the grumbler rumbler
The shopping done, and it was time for the checkout queue.
"Look at the number of check in counters and the number of people manning it! They're totally understaffed. This lady in line 'fore us, she looks like she's shopping for her winter hibernation. But the looks of her don't seem she needs anymore blubber. She'd make a Sperm Whale feel small with all those layers of lard."
"This operator's a nuisance, can't even handle the barcode scanner. What kind of a place are we in anyways? Should've gone to the medic's and scored whatever came to hand. Hope this deodorant works better than the ones before!"
"God, will this queue take forever to clear? What am i supposed to do here? Cook rice while he clears the..."
The wet sound of muscle and bone crashing into muscle and subcutaneous fat, bone and teeth. Five fingers clenched into a fist driven at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour pack an impact of 200 joules. Kinetic energy meets potential energy and this is the outcome. The cerebrospinal fluid begins to slosh in the cranium, making him sway around dizzily. His neurons fire all at once and as if short circuited, go out. Next, the grumbler rumbler's on the floor, out cold. A crowd gathers gazing at the grumbler rumbler whispering to themselves. Silence...
Point to ponder:
Don't we all tend to procrastinate at times? Rather everytime when we find things not going our way? Well, there are two ways to deal with it. Try and change it if you can, or ignore it and keep moving on. One common thing remains between the two, you don't make noise and ruckus about it!
Life's how you perceive it. Don't bitch about it if you've got jaundiced vision towards it...
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