Jurassic Park

What goes around comes around? Right now, I’d probably say yeah, sure it does.
I’m not sure what one might interpret on reading the title of this post. But never mind, some of you might just need a grey matter workout, so read on…

A couple of things that made me feel like a dinosaur (I do not connect with extinct, lets be very clear on that). Ganesha Pooja, one more of the days I look forward to because of the delicacies! This afternoon as I was having lunch at my aunts place, I realized, I no longer had the appetite for the kozhkattai’s (that’s a sweet, FYI) that I had a few years ago. It wasn’t to do with the fact that I had lost appetite but more to do with the fact that I had lost my appetite mentally. The fact that I’ve been doing a sort of roller coaster ride with respect to my weight, was weighing on my mind. (Maybe I could collate the data over the last 6 months on a bi-weekly basis, remove some numbers and send it to the IIM’s as a question for next year’s CAT!). First sign of aging, I’ve started worrying, about the signs of prosperity around the waistline (Oh yes, you will hear the groan of the dinosaur).

The arrival of several roars at once broke my reverie. My cousin and his horde of friends (spanning ages 6-8) came in brandishing their respective AK47’s (with mechanical & human audio effects) at god alone knows what. Right now, holidays such as this one are days that provide breakpoints the code of life constantly running in the system of the universe (Forgive the IT effect). Second sign of aging (where’s the parachute, I want to jump off this flight!), you look back at childhood as if it were a part of history lessons in classrooms today (Now, the dinosaurs even whipping its tail and raising dust off the ground). I love putting in these seemingly relevant statements like punctuation, only because I know fully well that in the time spent in trying to put them in context, you’d figure as a reader, that its simpler to assume them to be in context rather than figure it out (Boy, I read that a few times!).

What goes around comes around? Right now, I’d probably say yeah, sure it does.
Redundancy works eh? After the sumptuous meal, I settled before the idiot box flicking through the various Tamil channels (I wasn’t in the mood to watch Animal Planet, the dinosaur was still out there) trying to figure out what was worth a watch. I ended up watching BABA, one of the few abstractly sensible movies of Rajni that flopped because it was low on SQ (Stupidity Quotient).

As I was sipping my coffee, my cousin ran up to me to ring the bell a third time.
“Can you teach me Hindi?” I’m not sure if I’d have made my high school teachers proud or lead them into a state of eternal shock. I wasn’t a total dunce at Hindi (I can speak well, that’s for the ones sneering out there), but if there was anyone who could screw up grammar, with the small and big ki’s and all the hieroglyphic-like symbols, it was me. I cant recall the number of time’s my mom has tried to explain Hindi grammar, but it never got to me. Teaching my cousin this afternoon as I looked back, almost no one in a right state of mind would have had me teaching Hindi. But what the hell, what goes around comes around, just like the dinosaurs…