Patriotic standees

    After the reader has been apparently bored to death with The Definition of Desultory files Part 1 and 2, all the writer can warn them is of more drivel to follow. However, this post has been peppered with an interesting incident...

    Have you noticed that movies with a cult following, especially among college youth(Hell, I'm actually talking about movies now) always tend to have a male narrator in the background? A narrator whose voice sounds indifferent, bordering on sarcasm? Whether it's Ed Norton's rant about his inability to believe what was happening around him in Fight Club(It's a great movie yeah, but...) or Morgan Freeman's deep, emo drawl in The Shawshank Redemption,  the junta digs narrators, can relate to them, can think of them as people standing on the same side of the silver screen as they are... Why all this crap? I just saw RocknRolla... Hell yeah!
    Was walking down Gandhi Marg, wanting to withdraw some money from the ATM, and I saw two guys, about my height facing each other and, and... wait for it... and standing still. Now that's saying something, for no trivial reason is Gandhi Marg called the milky way. To stand there for more than a micro second translates to hell for your hair, mind. The pestilence stricken multitudes of crows and pigeons who will kill to take a shot at you with their A-holes are not to be ignored at any cost. Coming back to these courageous men, they stood still as stone... had not moved a bit. At a distance I could see a third friend of their's running away at a distance...
   These two freshers had my attention as I walked on, twenty yards away... What were they standing there for? Is this some mundane ragging thing? To stay and get shit on? Can't be.. It would be too obvious for a prof who was passing by.. The third friend was now calling out to both of them, almost swearing at them for missing the start..
The start of what?
   The two seemingly idiotic, almost gay guys held their ground as people passed on, looking incredulous.
The start of what, again?
   I suddenly remembered something. The Cricket World Cup final.
Hmm... Connect the dots...
   And lo! From yonder(Krishna Bhawan Common Room) drifted the melodious tune of the... Indian National Anthem.
Shit
   I froze. Out of shame and respect.
Jaya Jaya Jaya He...
   

The DoD files II

   Should have been more careful... Remember that mom had sent me this book on Kushwant Singh. So this man is fascinating, to say the least (both good and bad). So with all enthu, I borrowed some "Why I supported the emergency" (See, he is fascinating...), written by him and ahem, it never caught my attention for a few days until I decided to light an incense stick  to ward off some highly strong (and exotic) "washed clothes" vapors which were drifting around... I place it on top of a piece of paper for heat insulation and the book below the whole arrangement. Little did I know that the tip reaches about 800 degrees C and the damn thing would burn through the paper and through Rajiv Gandhi's head, the cover of the book...

    And recently, I was struck blind by a screen shot of a  facebook user's profile on whose wall was made some very interesting observations. The wannabe Buddha started off with stating that he had known the "Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the other side" joke for the past 15 years and that he had never thought about it in a different way.
Death.
Any of you ever thought about it that way? The other side? Of life?
Death?
Huh? Gotcha...