It is a cliche, I know. It has been used more frequently than common sense, is not. The last sentence is an example of, what I like to call, the ‘writer’s sadistic pleasure’. Sentences with nots, despites, fractured thoughts, likes, as much as-s and so on, which never seem to make any sense unless read 2.42 times, belong to this category. Among the authors I have read recenty, Douglas Adams seemed most adept at this art.

Coming back to the cliche, I was referring to the title of this untimely post. Untimely, because it still has not been a month since my last one. 

Typical of me to go off in arbitrary directions, related to the topic at hand but not incisive enough to bring closure to the topic being discussed.

Why a cliche ? Or should I ask, why an understatement ? Cliches have a near perfect record of ensuring delivery of the point being made. Is it not rhetorical, at this point, or any for that matter, to ask about the origins of a cliche ? This question mark, however poses an interesting, question testing one’s knowledge of grammatical correctness; is one expected to leave a space after a ‘?’ or not ? / not? However, a more appropriate question would be, do we try to comfort ourselves by consciously or unconsciously looking for faults in those ‘above’ us or by constantly revisiting our ‘elevated existence’ above others ? This query is not without relevance, as I just got off the phone with M.V. Harish (not Alagappa) and we discussed, pseudo-thoughtfully, the views of an 1) IIT alumnus – Electrical engineer 2) Professor at ’phoren’ University 3) Guest Lecturer at IIT-D, who thought the quality of students at the institute today, is bunk. 

Nonetheless, I am not part of that bunk, or set of unshaved asses, as M.V. Harish puts it, and that puts me in the ‘others’ category. Here I am, lamenting about being slotted among the rest and not the best, while my act lies in disarray. I have posts with ‘to be contd.’ tags for crying out loud !! And crying out aloud is what I do when my grand plans attenuate to nothingness, with near perfect constitency.

Where is consistency when you need it ? At one of my recent excursions, my resolve waivered, oh so slighty, at the sight of, one from the ‘other sex’, sashaying down the stage and upto her seat AFTER displaying flickers of a brain. Maybe the occasional SMALL slip is essential to ensure avoiding a complete aversion towards the ‘other sex’. Though I still believe once BITTEN (chewed, spat out) and FOREVER shy sums up my chances of ever being in a ‘relationshit’ outside the bounds of family and friends.

Also, at this point in time, I lie way outside the bounds of my dreams, attributed to the lack of hard labour and determination by me. By now, I would imagine, nobody is interested in the reason for the existence of this post and its peculiar, by virtue of being common, title. Simple is it not – so much to do, so little done.