He had the ability to argue with anyone on anything at anytime. If everyone agrees on something being white, he interjects with a "Its not white enough". If everyone agrees on something being black, he interjects with a "Oh! Its more gray than black". I am sure if someone says vehemently to him that the earth is spherical, he would argue till the other person agrees that the earth is cylindrical. Mind you, I am not telling you that he is argumentative ass (I refer to the good old A for ass type of ass and not the current American version). He is not a flame thrower charging at you from the top of a mountain but is more a person trying to playing with other's tolerance levels. The time I have spent with him made me realize that people do have low tolerance limit. Everything is fine as long as he does not touch upon their sensitive topics. But once that happens, there is no turning back and everything he says seems to annoy the receiver.
It is good to be in his company but one has to be watchful to never let his words enter your ego. Once that happens, you better stay a mile or two away from him.
He expresses his disdain at the many activities that the world has turned into a fad, especially in the realm of physical activities. The words he uses to describe people who monitor their calorie loss, distance covered and many other parameters as they run with their mobile phones stuck in the arm band can make one run out of the room in mirth or shock. He also has an array of stinging words for the fad Yoga is turning into. The other day, he was mock coaxing someone to do Pranayama for betterment of his health. I tapped him on his shoulders and said "Hey, that's easy. All he has to do is to talk to you for 10 minutes and his breathe will quicken to such an extent that it will be even more effective than Pranayama".
He laughed and was quiet for 15 seconds, which might not get into the Guiness book of records but can certainly be considered for the Limca book of records.
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The sound of the gong only came on once a day. But one day, the gong disappeared. People searched high and low, right and left, here and there but of no avail. They plopped on the ground with a frustrated "Where's the gong?" Prompt was the response "It's Gong with the Wind"
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The sun stared at us from the sky. It seemed to be singing Heart's song
If looks could kill
you'd be lying on the floor
you'd be begging me please please
baby don't hurt me no more
If looks could kill
It was so hot that people's habits were changing. Usually they looked downwards to find an appropriate location to sit down. But these days they upwards at the ceiling in search of a fan. They had to sit within a radius of 1.5 metres around the fan. These were considered fan-tastic positions that provided one with a little sat-isfaction.
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