Commonsense is defined as “good sense and sound judgement in practical matters”. And there lies the rub. There are two adjectives there – ‘good’ and ‘sound’.

The minute we add adjectives like that, the whole matter becomes subjective because what is good for one need not be so for another and what is sound for one need not be sound for another.

And that is commonsense at its best.

I rest my case.

This topic was suggested by Maxi and me for the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where currently eight of us write on the same topic every Friday.  I hope that you enjoyed my contribution to that effort.  The seven other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order,  AshokgaelikaaLin, Maxi, PadmumShackman and The Old Fossil. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, or not at all this week, do give some allowance for that too!

Whine Bar Mark III

The inspiration for this post has come from Grannymar’s posts. She has this wonderful ability of taking ordinary daily events and making very interesting posts about them.

I decided to emulate her with some of the things that strike me as odd, and realized that by right they should be classified as whines and so, with Conrad’s permission, I have decided to use his Whine Bar trade mark to post some whines.

A friend of mine belongs to a Religious Sect and she sent me an email with the beginning ‘A retired Indian devotee….’ I could not resist the temptation to mail her back and ask her for details. I asked her if he was a retired Indian, or a retired devotee or what? The background to this banter is her ribbing me about my current occupation – that of a retired hippy. She of course believes that it is an oxymoron! Now, there is something for a Retired English Teacher, David at ‘From the Magpie’s Nest’to whom, I might as well ask if he is a retired Englishman or a retired teacher or what!

Having got rid of that mail, I read the newspapers and came across some really odd things like underpass, foot over bridge and a few others which offended my sense of the aesthetic. So, I shot off a couple of letters to the editors, knowing fully well that they will not be published. I asked of course, why words like subway cannot be used and whether a bridge can be under something or the other, besides whether there are any arm over bridges to his knowledge.

Then came the icing on the cake. Another friend sent me a mail in response to my post on love as to why I did not delve deeper into the phenomenon of lust. I have assured him, that Conrad’s hawk eyes will not miss the opportunity to respond via a comment on this post to that query, as I would rather not respond. I hope that Conrad does not let me down.

Before I sign off, let me recommend a wonderful book by Lynne Truss called Eats, Shoots & Leaves.

“A panda walks into a cafe. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and fires two shots in the air.
“Why? asks the confused waiter, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.

“I am a panda,” he says at the door. “Look it up.”

The waiter turns to the relevant entry and, sure enough, finds an explanation.

Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves.”

Since Conrad believes that a lot of exchanges should take place in our blogs, I leave this post with the fervent hope that my readers will respond with their own whines of similar nature.