Of late, pink seems to be the only thing you can be certain of. Quite like the lyrics in this great song, pink seems to be a new obsession in India in these days. The color seems to be all around you now, appearing at the most unexpected places and situations.
The phenomena can be easily explained - it is mainly because Valentine's day is just round the corner. The patron saint of lovers seems to have been officially inducted into the Hindu pantheon of 330 million gods and his feast day celebrations now joins the ranks of Holi and Diwali. But do we really need so much of pink around us? Close to my office, a grotesquely large billboard of a shopping mall in a baby pink background has been recently put up. I can think of card and gift stores flooding their premises with pink colored mushy objects, I can even excuse jewelery stores and saree shops putting up pink colored posters - but ads of Dell laptops in pink font seems to be taking it a bit too far. What is completely inexplicable is why the Confederation of Indian Industry chose to have shades of pink in its newspaper ads. Where will this all end?
My relationship with pink is now at a very precarious balance and this onslaught may upset the whole thing anytime soon. Long back when I was a teen I was given a fuchsia colored T shirt as a gift by a relative. I was too polite to protest and had meekly worn that so as not to offend. Ever since then I have been trying to keep myself as far away from such clothing as possible. At times it has been losing battle. Somehow or other pink colored accouterments seems to be infiltrating my closet. The only thing that is holding the ground in Pink's favour at this time is salmon and rose wine.
All I can now say to pink is not to try its luck too hard.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Quick Gun - Woebegone!
Woebegone? Well not really! But that needs a more philosophical treatment and at the very least deserves a separate posting of its own. In this one I would rather focus on the "Quick Gun" part. If I have managed to keep the reader interested till this point - let me start by saying that I am suddenly finding myself in midst of allegorical references to and association with fast drawing and sharp shooting in the last 24 hours.
Yesterday morning started with this Times of India editorial that talks of politicians in our country who are drawing really fast and outgunning their opponents. An interesting perspective I would say, and had uncharacteristic levity for an editorial in a national daily. Later in the day, after a lazy mid morning breakfast I managed to catch the last scene of the classic spaghetti western The G, The B and the U on the TV. Before R could chide me for watching this movie for the nth time, I saw G drawing faster than B , shooting B, his hat and gun down a grave in a cemetery. Then with U's hands tied behind his back and head in a noose, G rides into the horizon with four sacks full of gold. Truly classic I would say and I could watch it n more times!
That brings me to the last and concluding part of this post where in later in the night I am the protagonist and true to my style I drew faster but probably the other guy won. Before the reader starts getting ideas I should clarify that the armament in question is housed in a leather wallet and not in a holster. Yes, I am referring the piece of plastic that claims to give priceless joy to its users. The reader is requested to turn her mind away from scenes of desolate desert cemeteries to scenes in restaurant tables when the wine has been drunk, the food is past the oesophagus and table is being cleared. Now here is where the script has a twist. When it comes to the part where the plastic needs to be drawn out, the script has been repeating with exact precision in my case since the day I started earning. I have a unique record of consistently winning the draw. Now there are situations where the script clearly identifies who needs to draw the plastic out - but these situations do not need a fast draw contest. I am talking of those situations when things are not that clear and easy. These are times when the dining encounters are not planned in advance and each gunslinger in the party has enough firepower behind the plastic. At these times, when bill is presented, the suspense may surpass a Mexican Standoff. The question is then who draws first.
In all these years I have not been able to figure out what winning is and what is losing. Yesterday night I found myself in a similar duel - and I drew faster!
Yesterday morning started with this Times of India editorial that talks of politicians in our country who are drawing really fast and outgunning their opponents. An interesting perspective I would say, and had uncharacteristic levity for an editorial in a national daily. Later in the day, after a lazy mid morning breakfast I managed to catch the last scene of the classic spaghetti western The G, The B and the U on the TV. Before R could chide me for watching this movie for the nth time, I saw G drawing faster than B , shooting B, his hat and gun down a grave in a cemetery. Then with U's hands tied behind his back and head in a noose, G rides into the horizon with four sacks full of gold. Truly classic I would say and I could watch it n more times!
That brings me to the last and concluding part of this post where in later in the night I am the protagonist and true to my style I drew faster but probably the other guy won. Before the reader starts getting ideas I should clarify that the armament in question is housed in a leather wallet and not in a holster. Yes, I am referring the piece of plastic that claims to give priceless joy to its users. The reader is requested to turn her mind away from scenes of desolate desert cemeteries to scenes in restaurant tables when the wine has been drunk, the food is past the oesophagus and table is being cleared. Now here is where the script has a twist. When it comes to the part where the plastic needs to be drawn out, the script has been repeating with exact precision in my case since the day I started earning. I have a unique record of consistently winning the draw. Now there are situations where the script clearly identifies who needs to draw the plastic out - but these situations do not need a fast draw contest. I am talking of those situations when things are not that clear and easy. These are times when the dining encounters are not planned in advance and each gunslinger in the party has enough firepower behind the plastic. At these times, when bill is presented, the suspense may surpass a Mexican Standoff. The question is then who draws first.
In all these years I have not been able to figure out what winning is and what is losing. Yesterday night I found myself in a similar duel - and I drew faster!
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