My friend and ex colleague Balu, whom I have had the privilege of knowing for the past almost half a century, recently sent an interesting article on the brains of ageing persons in our WhatsApp group. For those interested, the article can be read here.
After reading that, I couldn’t resist a response – “Balu, it is all very well for people with brains. Totally useless for someone like me without a brain.”
Balu, being Balu and not one to leave matters hanging in the air, responded – “It is four much.”
That frankly stumped me for a while. Since I have already claimed that I don’t have a brain, and in reality, one that works like a tubelight, it dawned on me that it is a double superlative of “too much”. On further enquiry, I find that it is quite common but, something that came for the first time to me.
I doffed my topi to Balu and responded with this quote.
Wisewebwoman has this hilarious post up which I strongly recommend to my readers.
I quote one paragraph from that post – “And if you’re a man reading this, imagine binding up your dangly bits in wire and rigid satin and teetering around in six inch (or any inch) heels. And thrusting all of yourself outwards in enticement. How long would you last?”
While this made me laugh out aloud, it also took me back to my first job as a salesman and a very wise old man who was my Supervisor, coach and mentor. He gave me a great deal of advice and I benefited from all of them but among them, there was one particular piece of advise that I not only followed all my life and continue to do, but also something that I passed on to many young men who too were starting their lives as Field Salesmen.
That advise was to wear comfortable underwear and footwear. These two important pieces of a man’s attire made all the difference while on field work which involved a lot of walking, commuting by bus and train and also often talking to customers while standing in crowded shops / offices etc. And, I am talking about the days when the fashion was to wear tight fitting trousers called drainpipes and pointed shoes. You can well imagine how uncomfortable it would have been with ill fitting underwear and shoes!
In my blog post yesterday, I had included a video clip of an interview with Kevin O’Leary of The Shark Tank fame. In that interview, towards the end, O’Leary justified the student continuing to study to get his Engineering degree and he adds that getting the Engineers’ Ring is a much desired thing among Engineers.
This one statement took me back to 1966 when I had to work in an Engineering Firm in Mumbai during my summer vacation as an intern for eight weeks as part of the requirement for my MBA degree.
In that firm, I was attached to an Engineer as my mentor who had a ring on his finger about which I was curious but, considering his formidable position and my own need to be on his good books to get a favourable report about my internship, I had kept quiet till the very last day of my internship.
The last day finally arrived and during my exit interview he asked me if I had any questions and I asked him about the ring. He smiled and explained that it was a ring that he had acquired in the USA having qualified as an Engineer there. I thought it was weird as I had not heard anything similar anywhere else but, kept the information to myself.
This interview led me to an explanation in the Wikipedia which finally explained the phenomenon.
Terra is the latest one among many on social media to share this image on her blog post.
After reading her post, I went to check just how many books I have in my collection remaining to be read.
I found that I had eleven in my Kindle and thirty hard copies yet to be read. One more landed up this morning making it thirty one.
This trait is called Tsundoku in Japanese! I have blogged about this phenomenon before and have mentioned some other bloggers who too suffer from this affliction.
I am now determined not to buy any more books till I finish reading all the books that await my pleasure.
Please wish me luck.
Do you too suffer from Tsundoku?
PS: One of my very few regrets in life is that I never learnt Japanese. They seem to have words for just about every quirk in human life.
Just twenty minutes ago, I got a surprise call from an old friend SB. He wanted to check if everything is alright with me as he has not seen any blog posts from me for quite some time. I was touched and thanked for caring.
I assured him that all is well with me except that I haven’t come across any topics to write on. I also thanked him for giving me this opportunity to write at least one, this post.
I am grateful that I have such good friends.
I hope that now that the hiatus has been broken, I will get back to more frequent blogging.
Thank you SB.
There was a bit of a domestic problem yesterday and we had to outsource home delivered lunch. I was alone at home and was entrusted with the task.
It has been a very long time since I ordered for any food to be delivered at home and the place that I wanted to order from, apparently had closed down a long time ago. The telephone number that I had with me was useless as it had been discontinued.
I therefore had to use an app on my phone to get it but was unable to. Luckily for me, one of my resident geeks, my son, landed up and was able to order and I did not have to starve.
I however had to be at the receiving end of some gentle ribbing for being so clueless and undergo a tutorial about how to order online using an app on my phone. Phew!
Just as the Father’s Day was winding down, I received a cartoon from a friend which cheered me up quite a bit and which I promptly shared with my daughter in love and son who too cracked up.