What an unimaginative title! The moment I typed it down, that was the first thought that came to my mind. It must be something in the air. But with every passing day, I find that there’s some serious problem with me when it comes to expressing my emotions and feelings in words. A point will come when just hand gestures and facial constrictions will have to do for me.
For instance, someone asks me, ‘ did you see the news of how the lover killed himself and his girlfriend? What is wrong with today’s youth?’ I, with a deadpan expression, say, ‘Yeah man, it’s weird’. And to say the least, ‘weird’ is the word that crops up in my mind while describing the magnitude of an event or a person.
So weird it is, man! Maybe I should start reading Charles Dickens. Or, just leap off to Salman Rushdie. I once sat with Satanic Verses. After half an hour I felt like someone was hurling me through a time-warped zone in continuum. I couldn’t even go half, as far so as to figure out what all the brouhaha on beheading Salman Rushdie was all about. Now, that didn’t make any sense. But given the fact of me having the ‘dry day’ syndrome for several weeks, I’ll let it pass.
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