The Only Dumb Guy

August 21, 2009

Scene 1:

Wise Guy 1: Listen… I have developed a tool to make money in the stock market.
Wise Gu 2: Really? It is incredible.
Wise Guy 1: Even I couldnt believe it, but I have tested it with all the historical data I could find. It is flawless!
Wise Guy 2: Wow!

Scene 2:

Wise Guy 2: (Recounts Scene 1. Then…) Wise Guy 1 is a genius.
Only Dumb Guy: It is impossible. I do not believe it. Let me see the tool.
Wise Guy 2: What do you know? You may have a Masters in Finance. But not only does Wise Guy 1 have a Masters, Wise Guy 1 also works in the field.
Only Dumb Guy: But I know better. (Tries some more to prove the point. Then…) It is impossible. I do not believe it.

Scene 3:

Wise Guy 1: Maybe we should test it in real time.
Wise Guy 2: Maybe I can spare a thousand.

Scene 4:

Wise Guy 2: There is a small glitch in the tool. It needs to know the future data to work correctly in the present.
Only Dumb Guy: I told you so. Did I not tell you so?


Only Dumb Guy: Who put the kitchen tissue, Bounty at that, in the toilet bowl. WHO PUT IT THERE?
Wise Guy 2: I did. One won’t do any damage.
Only Dumb Guy: (Fishes out the tissue, throws it in the trash. Says no word. And yes, IS MAD.)


Wise Guys are those that are so smart that they can argue with common sense, albeit without common sense.

The Only Dumb Guy is the one that argues with Wise Guys.

Just As Remembered

August 12, 2009

After a long time, we had a nice vacation. It was lovely to see my brother and his wife. Not only did I have a great time, it was also filled with moments of discovery.

I had an opportunity to meet some friends who have become homeowners for the first time and it was a pleasure to see their excitement and happiness. It was quite refreshing to see people whose achievements bring them a sense of purpose and fulfilment, and not a superiority complex or a show-off mentality.

Drinking does not affect your senses as much as fatigue and hunger does.

Why is it that every friendly face, I run into at home, seems to belong to some multi-level marketing venture or the other? Is it only on vacations and occasions where I may not be able to meet them frequently that I can hope to meet the genuinely friendly ones?

Claire Robinson is My Next Food Network Star.

At long last, after five years, I had “the” Intimate Encounter and it lived up to every expectation and memory of mine. Clink clink!


August 3, 2009

You can run all over me and I will take it in good spirit. Except when you do it in my home. Because that is the place I come back to cleanse myself of bad experiences and that is the place I want to keep free of conflicts and competition. That is why I make a bad host sometimes to some guests.

While on the topic, I must mention a person that won me over with a simple gesture. His name is Ramesh Sivampillai.

He had once come to visit me with his wife. He came during a stressful time at work. Though it was a weekend, I had to work; and help a collegue find a place to live and drive my guests around.

I was shuttling all over – back and forth. I worked, cooked, drove and more. The stress, I would work off by cleaning my home. There was one thing that I would obsess about. Keeping the vanity spic and span. If I saw water around the basin, I would immediately wipe it clean and arrange the things around it neatly.

Then what I started noticing was there was not a drop of water around it and everything was spotless and right on spot, even after my and their repeated use of the vanity.

Ramesh saw me standing there perplexed. He said to me that he had seen how I was particular about keeping it a certain way and so made sure that he cleaned it and left it exactly as I did.

Now there is a guest after my own heart. It was not that I was obvious – because if I were, what excuse do some guests have to trespass on my space – mental and physical. It was just that he was considerate and thoughful enough to be a – no, not good – a great guest.

You might ask – did that not take away your method of destressing? No, it did not. That small, but understanding, gesture took away all my stress that the calm lasted the entire weekend and longer.

Here is to people who are a pleasure to host!


In case you are wondering, yes, I do have OCD.

Blind Leading Who?

August 1, 2009

I do not know if it is just me. I cannot hear well without my glasses. Seriously.

My lenses are not that thick, thanks to hi-tech, or should I say high index, material. So my husband would not believe that I was dependent on my glasses because I was as good as blind without them and not because I was habituated to them. That was until he accompanied me to my eye exam.

The optometrist put up a card with letters of varying sizes on different lines and asked me to read the smallest but most readable letters from the board. I did well. Then he asked me to take off my glasses and try again.

Now I said I could not read any. He asked me three more times. I thought to myself: now why did he keep asking me – did he not believe me? He said alright in the end.

My husband was sitting there and he told me to put on my glasses and look at the board. What do I see? A single, big letter – E – on the one-by-one foot board.

The optometrist had been showing me a different card with increasing sizes of letters each time he asked me if I could see.

Even I had not realized I was this visually challenged.

No wonder I cannot hear without my glasses. What? You do not believe me?