what vexes me (part I of many)

of the 11.7 million things that vex me , one of the things that vexes me on the road is when two cyclists or idiot people on bikes have conversation with each other on the road while riding parallel to each other.

How stupid can anyone get ?

It vexes me .. terribly vexed.



Anyhoo .

Apparently in Chennai when something's really cool , people remark - cool ! sex on toast.

which is equivalent to my good shit / good sex man!

Good sex makes sense.

Good shit doesnt.

Sex on toast is just wierd.

Typical Day at Koshy’s (Part I of many)

Amount of time spent there : 1.5 hours.

Number of people one waved at connected to theatre : 3.

Number of people one waved at not connected to theatre : nil.

Number of times one made racially discriminatory / politically incorrect statements : several.

Number of times one made Chippy agree with one that one’s feet look gorgeous : 7.

Number of times one made Chippy agree with one that one’s new bag is gorgeous : 4.

Number of times one laughed loudly and most un-lady like : innumerable .

Number of times we used hand sanitizer : 3.

Number of things we did / said together which proved existence of some strange psychic connection : 2.

Number of times either one of us left to use the bathroom : nil (surprise , surprise!)

Number of times either one of our ‘concerned’ mothers called to find out where we are and how much longer we intend on being there: 1.



Orders : 2 plates of smilies (twice ) ; one black coffee , please.



Bitch , bitch , bitch , laugh , laugh ; say not so nice things about people and laugh some more.



Amount of time spent having serious conversation (not bitching) : 14.6 minutes which included conversation about not-so-dead goldfish.



-That goldfish is dead , Chippy.

-Where? Turns around to look at fish tank

-That big fat one. Its not moving.

Both stare at fish tank for several seconds.

-There , Dee . It just moved.

-Yeah. Maybe it was sleeping or something.

-Don’t make statements like that . Poor thing. Its not dead at all.

-Yeah. Sorry.



Time spent arguing over how to split change and how much to tip : roughly 4 minutes.



Home time.



In one’s opinion , ‘twas an evening well spent.

Of Buddhism and Bad Plays

Directed by Lilette Dubey. Zen Katha is a play that talks of Prince Bodhidhrama and his travels from India to China where he grows spiritually . The story is of a man who leaves his Brahmin roots to become the founder of the martial arts of Kung Fu as we know it today.

As I wrote this article about the afore mentioned play for my Q Jam fortnight update, I made a mental note to try and catch the play myself .Seems interesting.

It was a sign , surely , as Balaji called me and asked me if I could usher for the play .. bring someone else along as well , he said.

Yay! Two free tickets to play…..

So I went to Chowdiah a little vexed , make that terribly... because everyone I asked to come with me cancelled out in the last minute. Finally Priya said she’d come .

God bless that girl.

The play was terrible . We couldn’t sit through half of it. We left at the interval.

The actors played more than one part , which was disasterous as they couldn’t act at all….let alone do justice to more than one part.

The acting was way to dramatic and unnatural.

The script was discontinuous . I didn’t understand how Prince Dharma jumps in and out of being a Buddhist and being a Hindu Brahmin in different scenes. Maybe it was some cool flash back thing that I didn’t get .. hmmm.

Too much gyan. Every other line had something to do with space, time and planetary forces. That got a little corny after a while .

Low energy on stage , bad acting coupled with an uninteresting script. Priya and I couldn’t take it anymore.

Balaji was apologetic for asking us to usher for a play like this one. Don’t worry about it .. I said , at least I got to meet Sandhya Mridhul ... ok .. so maybe that isn’t so cool.

In my opinion , Lillette Dubey should stick to acting , direction isn’t really her forte.

But then again , no one asked for my opinion.