Lunch

One day in my usual best, sleeves rolled up, napkin on hand to help my ‘kin’ to wake me up in case I end up taking a ‘nap”, I guess that’s what napkins are for. Pahadey papad or simply a mountain of papads, Rice and Sambar with a frugal drop of ghee, for those of you who are not blessed enough on their tongues to acknowledge the supreme taste, supreme-er than the taste of chicken supreme pizza, this culinary delight is a gastronomical surprise with few explosion that take place even after 2 hours of indulgence with gaseous results which is often misinterpreted as a fat man’s fart, pahadey papad is simply a delight.
While in my tryst with this set meal I looked up towards the roof simply to hold back my mucolytic nose from dripping down, its actually an expert’s maneuver to not let that drip down, it also gives an interrupting heavenly indulgence, you will realize this only when you surrender fully to divine offering that’s in your plate. But this time, I really was interrupted with what I saw on the wall, No, it wasn’t a lizard it was a idiotic box which once was a pride of every drawing room( I never saw a envious neighbour though) has now lost a million tones of weight from all sides due to over indulgence and now hangs quietly on a wall, thin and boring. Boring, but not this time, they were airing a footage of a shoe that actually thrown on the president of USA, more so in a press conference!!!

What a marvelous piece of work! FBI and CIA had to train Mr.Muntadar al-Zeidi properly, oh yes, he is a CIA agent, give him a press identity card, make him sit at a perfect position, shoe had to be size 10, (I have been informed Mr.Zeidi wears size 9, his actual size!) it had to be Turkish make (after all they sponsored the event), a Javelin thrower( a Russian Olympic gold medalist) trained him because distance to a subject is directly propositional to weight of the object and velocity is inversely propositional to lenght of the arm and its swing,,, where does all this lead to? Inexplicably simple, it was all a set up!!! You are asking me ‘why?’ My reply is ‘why not?’, CIA were after him for a long time, here ‘him’ is Mr Bush and FBI was planning it over every candle lit dinner!!! When his first term was over, he wanted an extension! They coxed him to go with a promise to get him a house on the beach with a peach porch and a pink sherry to drink, Stars within reach on a clear blue sky, Dinners by the sea with a flickering-ly lit up candle light, days in the sun, absorbing as much of sun and sweat, full with a set of interestingly idiot audience with an IQ slightly higher than that of a monkey to applause on his every antic... ALT –CTRL –DEL !!! The idea didn’t workout cause he wanted a pink Cadillac as well! . Monkey of a man that he is, he winked at it as he winked at the queen of Great Britain. Won he second term to office with full support of unwitty votes. So, why now? After at this time? now he wants the the white house painted in pink! because, long after he is gone he wants history to be written about him and he be known as a man of peace and love. Insensitive to sensibilities of common sense, what exactly is common sense for that matter? , With his legendary attention span which is estimated to be slightly lower than a fish's, explains us many unexplained questions on how commonsense does not work. my boggled brain still does not accept the unrealistically curvious and jarringly kinky attitude of Ape Man-read Mr.Bush.

He simply screwed up my sinful indulgence and turned it into ordinary lunch.I had made elaborate arrangements for this day, had arranged for a prepaid taxi to pick me up, I don't eat a Meal and drive, safety first!! Totally disappointed, Cold yogurt with sugar could not console me. I decided to wage a war with my self and repeat this delightful expedition again, but this time television will be in snooze mode and Bush will no more be in the White House.