Sometimes I really think that there’s no better life than to keep writing funny stuff, you know – the kind of things that make the readers smile, laugh, giggle – basically, in a summarizing sense – the kind of stuffs that make people feel happy and good and light and all that. Sometimes I also think that there should not be any serious stuff to read at all. Books on religion, engineering, sex, history – all of them – should be funny and hilarious. Imagine reading a book on VLSI that is full of adult jokes – what fun would that be! Or, imagine the Prime Minister of India cracking jokes after jokes – and more specifically some truly innovative ‘Sardar’ jokes in every LIVE press conference on TV. I actually like Bush for that – I mean this guy is funny, so what if it’s a natural talent! In fact I like the people of USA too, for they really had the sense of humor to re-elect him as the President few years back.
Have you guys read this classic called ‘The Catcher In The Rye‘? Do read it. It’s funny and in an intellectual sort of way. I have read about 40 pages and I already wish when (if at all) I would Ibe writing something as charmingly funny. I say ‘charmingly funny’, because that’s exactly the kind of humor this book presents, the kind that comes out without jokes – it comes out simply from the author’s guts, or may be his nose, or probably from somewhere else. Who cares? Even Weight Loss‘ main substance was a very strong, very deeply -rooted comic flavor beneath it. By the way, did I tell you guys that between ‘Weight Loss’ and this ‘Catcher book’, I gulped another 459 pages cool stuff?
This book was Vol 1 of a something called – ‘The Non-Fiction Collection‘. It feels so good to boast about books when you have finished reading them. It feels good especially when you aren’t one of those intellectual types who can swallow 1000 pages in one go, as smoothly as a fatty would would eat fresh cheese. It’s so much like telling the world that ‘hey listen you intellectual ass-holes- I can read too. Listen. Listen. Listen’.
It’s rather difficult to compose a voluptuous post without any focus, without any story, without any message, which still ends up being readable. What makes you guys like shit anyway? On second thoughts, all of us have always had a soft-corner for shit and other things shitty. Eh, cummon, just accept it. Actually, never mind.