Quiz Time

I have recently caught the bug called quizzes. Thankfully it is well after I have graduated from school. I never liked quizzes then, and even now, the facebook version of these is something I tried to avoid for long. But now when I have nothing to do, absolutely nothing, even taking these quizzes seems an option. So here I am pondering over the result of one of my recent quizzes called “which drink are you?”

For those who do not know, I like the idea of drinking and two years at school gave me ample time and opportunity to pursue this love.

The result of the quiz turned out be ‘Jack Daniels Tennessee Whiskey’

To give it more meaning the result came with further explanation which read as follows:

You are Jack Daniels Tennessee Whiskey! Definitely a classic, you adapt to all situations---from quiet nights to loud parties--you fit in! While you have a feisty side, there is something unmistakably smooth about your character.

What much can I make out of this, beyond that these are some real flattering words!!

Now the truth, forget being this drink I have never even seen it, and let’s not even get to the having had it part!

If there has to be such a quiz and an answer sought, I know it hands down. It’s the drink to which I have dedicated my two years at school. It’s a separate matter that it comes @ Rs 175 for a full bottle that too after the extreme inflation that India was recently struggling with.

The truth is that I am a super cheap, yet legendary drink. And I am only too proud to claim that I am that. I am an Old Monk Rum. Liked best when mixed with a little Thums Up. Does this quiz even have this drink, MY DRINK as an option.

So my advice to those who make these quizzes. Agreed, highly idle people like me take your quiz, but you’re getting it all wrong. You’ve just announced me as something to which I do not even have the remotestestest… (super emphasis) connection.
Buck up guys!

Starry Starry Night

Yesterday night I was sleeping in my four year old nephew’s room as he’s away at his granny’s place, marking the start of his summer vacation. I went to bed at around midnight, and as it hasn’t been too long since I got back home from school, midnight isn’t a time when I want to be sleeping. But, given the norms of home I generally choose to be in bed to ensure peace and avoid any kind of fireworks.

I lay in bed, not knowing what to think about, but the next instant I knew what will be on my mind till I fell asleep, whether I want it to, or not. The sight of the ceiling was such that I couldn’t help but gaze. Ladies and gentlemen, I had with me in the room that night, stars and the moon, only for me. So what if there is a moon and the stars out there in the sky too.

Lots of thoughts came to me in that one instant, a slightly prolonged one though. The first thing that flashed in my head were images from a few weeks ago when I was comfortably nestled in an environment where gazing at the star studded sky was usual affair. So often did I lay comfortably in the greens and spend hours chit-chatting with friends, or just gazing at the sky while hearing sum random rambling in the background. Lately, I even managed to fulfill my long cherished wish of spending a night by the beach, sky gazing. The picture of me conveniently resting in a hammock, firefighting the mosquitoes, while my gang is discussing what’s up for the next day, kept returning.

In the next instant I was wondering at the sense of artificiality that prevails in cities and metros, one being Delhi, the nation’s capital. The ceiling of my nephews room has been laced with “glow in the dark” stars and that's his version of star gazing. Why is it that we want a perfect world? The convenience of sleeping in a room with a super comfortable bed and air conditioning, but then we want the stars too. And when I looked close, I figured out that the stars had been put up in a manner that one could actually spot a constellation or two. Is it a matter of parents wanting everything for their children. Why can we not let some things remain exclusive? There is only one moon and the fact remains. The moon for me is all about aspirations, something that you long for but can never achieve. There have to be the unattainables! Until we let the kids know that there are things that are still beyond reach, how in the world would they want to get them?

Now as I think it is just a ‘product’, a tool to earn revenue, most likely, for some Chinese manufacturing firm and I like a true “I have nothing to do” person am trying to read too much into it. But, it does certainly concern me that this attempt at making the world perfect might just be one of the many other things that are being undertaken by the ever so caring and concerned parents of the affluent kids of today. The kids who might just grow up thinking that the world is perfect and then one day they will, eventually they will, realize that it is only as good as the world, there is no “perfect world”.

Sorry!

I just realized that it’s been over a month since I posted anything on my blog. It’s not that I have not written anything, in fact, lately I have been writing far more than I usually do. And today, when I was going to post something, I felt that this failure to blog deserved a comment first.

When I started blogging not too long ago, my blog is only about 40 days and 6 posts old, I had thought, being my ambitious self, that I would blog regularly. Regulary as in regularly.
Here I am, not being able to maintain any sense of regularity as early as this. Whatever I write these days, I follow it with a question to myself, that is, 'Would people be interested in reading this?'. For some strange reason the answer that I hear in my mind is a no, and thus I drop the idea of posting that piece of writing.

But today again I promise to myself that I should write more often on my blog.


P.S. This is also a sorry note for my readers, who also helped me realize that what I was doing was not all that right. Thank You!