Writing......

I sat and waited. Organized my thoughts, sharpened my pencil. Sipped my Café Mocha and took a long drag on my cigarette. And then I glanced up to catch my reflection in the window. And found myself still wondering…why can’t I come up with something interesting to write about...? Something to comment on…something creative and stupendous? So that, all ye folks would clamor for more. Well, at least those were my Big B’s (NO NO NO, I don’t mean Amitabh Bachan for Chris’ sake, I meant the Big Boss of OKC!!) orders for me. And now, I sit here with a daunting task ahead of me.

          Maybe I should write about hike in oil prices in the US? Or about who is going to be the next to “stain” the White House? Or Vajpayee’s visit to the US and its repercussions on the Indian economy? What about writing about Priyanka Gandhi’s newborn and discuss what star he was born under and when he will take the office next and so on and so forth… Like I said, the list was endless.

          Just when I was going to throw my hands up in the air and give up…I suddenly thought, why not write about what you and I like to do on a Saturday evening…drinking beer YUS! The mother of all activities. In fact, the divinest (don’t know if a word like that exists, but I am going to go ahead and use it anyway, even MS-word is confused!!) of all activities.

          Last week, I witnessed wall-eyed, slackly, associates of mine beaten down into a state of near- catawampus by the unremittingly painkilling triteness of their joyless, humdrum lives, dutifully plod through the motions for yet another expressively annulled day in their lives. Drinking beer, reading email, tiring sex, and watching Tendulkar bat on 99 remained the top activities of those I polled. Sushi-man* (the Big Brains behind OurKarnataka.Com (OKC)) actually voted drinking beer against having tiring sex. Now, how many of you men [or women] would do that!??! "After all, drinking the 545,462,465^th beer of your life cannot exactly be termed as a uninteresting moment," added Big B.

          Nil-man* (the creative brains of OKC) when asked about his priorities, vociferously put it this way: “Sex after beer and beer after sex and sex after beer and beer after sex and sex after beer and beer after sex after beer and beer after sex.” Well, I got the point mister!

          Whether he can actually manage it, he wouldn’t say!

          According to the connoisseurs, as our civilization slithers ever-downward into the spinning eddy of oblivion that weakens our self-control, anesthetizes our hearts and congeal our very souls in an impassable layer of black, icy worthlessness, the importance of Beer to snap us out of this inexorable salvo of nothingness can't be underrated.

          According to all-knowing friends, they all opined that Beer attacks the latent synapses of the brain that has been blunted into indolence by staring at the substructure of a just consumed beer mug. "It's results can be startling, even in small doses," G2* added.

Exhibits have been known to actually enjoy life…If only for an evening.

Note: - *The names have been altered to protect the reputation of these people. [you know why?]