Live in love

One minute of joy and love is eternity, so are one good thought, one good deed and a big laugh. Add more of this. I am bad in maths, you add up. Live in love.

Footprints in the sands of time

Footprints in the sands of time
Measured steps to be washed away by a thoughtless wave

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

GREAT INDIAN BABBLERS

  • * Indians are unstoppable babblers, chin-wagging everywhere ... wherenot. Often you can see guys hanging on footboard in a bus, discussing most trivial matters oblivous to the fact that they are precariously hanging and only a misplaced foot is separating them and a hospital bed.
    * Another place where people indulge in this national obsession is the toilet. Yuck!!! Of all the improbable places. Guys standing side by side and exchanging views or whatever without being bothered by the nauseating odour leaves me tongue-tied. People talk everywhere except where there are supposed to, ie Parliament, from where they walk out at the slightest pretext or indulge in brickbatting.
  • * Enter the cell phone, the mother of it all. As if we did not have trouble with our mandible movers.
    * One chap boarded a bus and started talking to a man to whose house he was anyway going to. By the time the orator finished he had almost reached his destination.
    * Another started dictating a letter to a fellow who was dismissed from his job. And no prizes for guessing who was sitting next to him listen
    ing to this tripe for half an hour. One way to escape from these strange characters let loose on civil society is to plug an earphone and lose oneself to music. But if you are listening to FM radio, that is a subject fit for another story.
  • Got to go, can hear my cellphone ringing.

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1 comment:

Prabhakar said...

We are a nation of talkers. Hilarious piece.