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Okay this morning when my Sony music player refused to talk for yet another time I got the rather commonplace enlightment that humans have indeed a keen behavioural simmilarity with flies........now lets not get into that Neo-Darwininan controversy as somehow I never managed to gather up sufficient appreciation for all those philosophical litany......as few years of biology at high school had done wonders to my study of life.................the point is the similarity lies in the fact that both humans as well as the flies have a
rather shameless affection for light.........in our case the light is in the form of brands..........and in both cases the realization often yields a deeply frustrated sigh or a cynical reflection about why everytime it always has to be you.....but trust me.......you are indeed not alone!!!
However we still crave for brand names........but the saddest reality of life is however bright the light may seem....the tunnel is always long........as a result we do have to put up with shameless 'brands' that we all see in most of the peoples' jeans........Donalad.....Donald......Flu........Scud......Klone(okay I have one).......even Poison......Thunder and scores of
such tailoring mishaps that somehow bear the not so prominent vestige of this cowboy attire that has jabbed into this country of heat ,sweat and dust......and rather extreeme waistline of its citizens........as there lies...as you may have noticed two categories of people.......one upto the age group of 30......having a rather thin waist line....and beyond 30....you never see what lies beneath....its an endless ocean of flabs...!!!!!Oh yes there always lies few exceptions!!!And the most bewildering part is how most us actually seem to hide these fashionable misfits with all the diligence we have.....lest we fall down from the status of prosperity!!!But still it is our nature and somewhat right to crave for the brands........we die to put somebody's name on our underwears..........think carefully and thats rather gayish......but what the hell thats the elite threshold of fashion.......because Tommy and Calvin told us so........and there are certain individuals who come up with pretty original
explanation as how he have actually degenerated to use those 'brands'.....Bapapi for example(okay folks that is meant for a certain someone....I am sure he will remember)........but then again in all probability I have incurred the wrath of quite a few
fashion fanatics with a goatee and a ponytail clad in a Hawaiian shirt and green trousers that somehow remindes me of some complex genetical accident.....as if you have seen this movie Kate and Leopold....there is a particularly impressive dialogue that just because a dog is colourblind and cannot possibly see a rainbow doesnt mean it does not exist.......so aversion towards the more popular brands will either fetch the title of being colourblind or a man without tastes........boring in a nutshell.......so all we can do is stop being the dog and actually put up a convincing show of appreciation as men clad in sarees walk down the ramp with the defaint clamour of a dying emperor...........so this morning when my Sony music player refused to co-operate all I could do is to flutter around the same light and refuse to give it to the local electrical repair store and electronics engineer that I am.......resort to the rather primitive but effective solution of few calculated slaps at various parts of the player and restarting it with the same cynical sigh and wish someday I will get the best model of Sony music player!!!
rather shameless affection for light.........in our case the light is in the form of brands..........and in both cases the realization often yields a deeply frustrated sigh or a cynical reflection about why everytime it always has to be you.....but trust me.......you are indeed not alone!!!
However we still crave for brand names........but the saddest reality of life is however bright the light may seem....the tunnel is always long........as a result we do have to put up with shameless 'brands' that we all see in most of the peoples' jeans........Donalad.....Donald......Flu........Scud......Klone(okay I have one).......even Poison......Thunder and scores of
such tailoring mishaps that somehow bear the not so prominent vestige of this cowboy attire that has jabbed into this country of heat ,sweat and dust......and rather extreeme waistline of its citizens........as there lies...as you may have noticed two categories of people.......one upto the age group of 30......having a rather thin waist line....and beyond 30....you never see what lies beneath....its an endless ocean of flabs...!!!!!Oh yes there always lies few exceptions!!!And the most bewildering part is how most us actually seem to hide these fashionable misfits with all the diligence we have.....lest we fall down from the status of prosperity!!!But still it is our nature and somewhat right to crave for the brands........we die to put somebody's name on our underwears..........think carefully and thats rather gayish......but what the hell thats the elite threshold of fashion.......because Tommy and Calvin told us so........and there are certain individuals who come up with pretty original
explanation as how he have actually degenerated to use those 'brands'.....Bapapi for example(okay folks that is meant for a certain someone....I am sure he will remember)........but then again in all probability I have incurred the wrath of quite a few
fashion fanatics with a goatee and a ponytail clad in a Hawaiian shirt and green trousers that somehow remindes me of some complex genetical accident.....as if you have seen this movie Kate and Leopold....there is a particularly impressive dialogue that just because a dog is colourblind and cannot possibly see a rainbow doesnt mean it does not exist.......so aversion towards the more popular brands will either fetch the title of being colourblind or a man without tastes........boring in a nutshell.......so all we can do is stop being the dog and actually put up a convincing show of appreciation as men clad in sarees walk down the ramp with the defaint clamour of a dying emperor...........so this morning when my Sony music player refused to co-operate all I could do is to flutter around the same light and refuse to give it to the local electrical repair store and electronics engineer that I am.......resort to the rather primitive but effective solution of few calculated slaps at various parts of the player and restarting it with the same cynical sigh and wish someday I will get the best model of Sony music player!!!
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well i could have.......but you know the list never ends........
eeesh ......Donalad.....(sighs)....hey also frgt about "balaram"...
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