funscopic view of life

There was this bridegroom His bride, he tried to groom She laid on him well with a broom The marriage was on the verge of a doom To make the marriage again bloom The groom took to products of loom He bought for her designer attire And adorned her with yellow metal and sapphire The broom stayed in the corner The threat remained however Then came the apple of the eye of the couple With it came more problems on the double If things go wrong, it is all due to his fault If things go right, it is despite his fault The baby girl grew into a beautiful maiden To be swept off her feet by a dashing swain On the day of the wedding, the man took aside the groom And gave the following advise to avoid future gloom Never try to correct your bride Lest you have wheals on your hide Replace the traditional broom With a vacuum cleaner to clean the room Makes it more difficult to wield as a weapon Even if she is in a difficult mood to reason Remember she is right in everything You better agree or there is ...

 For most men, haircut is an essential ritual unless one has joined the 'Hippie cult'; is making an offering of his hair to a temple or is plain lazy. After a hair cut the 'decent mowed lawn look' lasts only for a few days and then the basic indiscipline in growth surfaces transforming the hair into a forest. If only the hair grows uniformly all over, the mowed lawn look will remain except that the boundaries are shifted a little further on to the forehead, ears and neck. In my childhood the barber used to come home on Sundays. He will come on a Sunday of his convenience and so every male member in the family has a hair cut (whether one needs or not). The barber and his victims squat on the floor. He uses first a mechanical trimmer with squeeze handles. Once in a while the hair gets caught in the trimmer and gets yanked out leaving patches of hairless scalp. Our view of the happenings is through a broken hand held mirror (held by the victim). With the squatting position...

Those were dark times when I felt haunted by a particular co-passenger. To me it looked as if his demeanour had everything 'undesirable' written all over. Our paths crossed several times in that journey. First it was near the security at the entrance to the airport. He rushed past me to reach the Digiyatra gate first and beat me to it by a few inches. To add insult to injury he turned around and gave me a supercilious smile as he scanned his boarding pass and slipped through. The next encounter was near the check in counter. I was behind him in the queue. he finished checking in but refused to clear the counter. I was sure he was having some idle chat with the lady behind the counter while I was becoming jittery. Three times he feigned as if he is leaving- only to go back and ask the lady some other query ( I am positive these were all unnecessary questions). Before my blood pressure could go through the roof, the next counter opened and I was saved from a certain brain stroke....