Let’s test the Boilerplate Rhino.
Nirad C Chaudhuri once said that he had not seen a single countryman of his capable of holding his drink (He started drinking at 50 to…
, 19:00 minutes).
Gospel truth. Yours truly surrendered at 26. Regularly gets scolded by the wife for dancing after one downed beer can!
Jest, I don’t. For the life of me, I don’t understand why would a person down a bitter-sweet, smooth/sharp concoction on own volition only to tingle one’s fingers! Touch your bloody laptop charger plug for that.
Back to business: The daughter’s school has EWS quota for pre-nursery (not my term). At sixth standard and post corona, the classes are on MS-Teams. Not a blink. Being the bugger I am, see her class albums through the years. Obvious faces have disappeared. New admissions took place, he/she dropped out, she says. Taak englis is all the way. Classes begin and the frantic chorus of ‘Ma’am, ma’am’ is non-stop. Most of the boys will grow up to lose their idol-worship, or rather their confirmation rote, to froth over coupling of the two human species. The other species will play its part, and be suitably outraged.
Now it begins: Two to four decades later, we join a class. Are we any different? There are still the gods and there are still the underdogs. No one gives a damn.
Mark Twain comes to the rescue: “When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.”
:)