La la la...hmm hmm, tee dee...

Drip. Drip. Drip.

No, that’s not the rain. It is, in fact, a dripping shower. It just struck me that I have some sadistic tendencies. Where did that come from?, you say?. Well, lemme tell you…

I would be the first to admit the inadequacy of my vocal talents. That is to say, a diplomat would probably say my voice is…interesting. And everyone knows how diplomatic diplomats are. (Hey! So that’s why they’re called that, huh! They’re diplomatic…hence they’re called…diplomats [or is it the other way around?] Brilliant! Who came up with it?!) And then add that to my penchant for singing in the shower. Well. You get what I’m trying to get at, I see.

And no, it’s not just me. Lots of people sing in the shower, regardless of the torment their voices cause to their fellow creatures outside the hallowed walls of the bathroom. And I wonder… what inspires them to break into song in the bathroom?

Is it the echo? Bathrooms usually echo, you know. Try talking on the phone to someone who is in the loo. Ok, strike that thought out. Yeesh. Anyway… So maybe, by some freakish twist of fate, the singer’s yodeling echoes back and sounds like a sweet melody drifting down from heaven.

Or… is it some residual primitive-caveman-type instinct for singing in the rain? That could be it. They even made a movie about it, didn’t they? So, maybe in a rain-like setting, i.e., the shower, our less civilized and rather primitive, baser instincts take over… and we break into song! I mean, I can really imagine one of my half-chimp forebears coming out of his cave one morning and stumbling across a water-fall and taking his first ever shower. In his great joy, (for he has discovered the great wonder of showers even if not the comforts of indoor plumbing and hot water) he must have started doing some imitation of singing, which then promptly buried itself if his sub-conscious, only to emerge several millennia later with the re-discovery of the luxury of the shower, and yes, this time with indoor plumbing and hot-water! Wow! That sounds like quite a theory… and I’ve even made a load of dingo’s kidney sound like something scientific!

And then there’s the whole issue of the choice of song/tune. Some days, I find myself humming/screeching/yelling/yodeling my favourite tune. Which is quite natural, I assume. But then, there are other days when I suddenly stop mid-way through the shower and realize that I’m actually singing some embarrassing little radio or ad jingle. Which won’t get off my head and horrors of horrors! I’m humming the bleddy thing all through the day, and in college too! And it’s quite embarrassing, lemme tell you, even if you’re only humming it in your head and you know that there’s no one around to hear it but you.

Well, I give up. The reason for both singing and the songs we choose elude me! It is a puzzle that scientists will be baffled by both now and a millennium hence, I am sure.

Random thoughts of an idle mind.

Drip drip drip. Raining. It's raining. Not as gentle rain doth drop from heaven, to mangle Shakespeare. But quite heavily and windily. This is a good thing, you know, for the following reasons.

A) We poor, cynical, sun-bleached, dried-up Chennai-ites friggin' need it
B) It gives me an excuse to be far from the madding crowd and not brave the jugles of insane humanity flocking to do their shopping during the festival season in this wretched area where I live
C) I can curl up in bed and read!

The last being the best reason, one may be led to wonder what I am doing here, sitting vertical on my chair, moving my fingers for reasons other than to turn the page. Well, I blame it on culture/tradition/religion. (Has anyone noticed I use slashes a lot?? [Off topic, hence the parantheses]) There's the saraswathi pooja going on so I can't read today! No, not even "fiction novels", to quote one of my teachers from school! (as opposed to what, NON-fiction novels?!)

Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes...the whole "I can't read" rant. Right.

However, devious little addict that I am, I have other ways. He he he HEEE! (Evil laugh. Thunder and dramatic lightning in background.) I came online of course! There are sure to be a couple of jobless individuals such as myself with whom I can chat on the messenger. Then there are the blogs. Now, I do protest that this was not my intention--the blogging part. The credit for that goes to one of my friends who suggested it. So here I am, typing merrily away and wasting webspace.

Ah! This is the life!

Well, the witching hour draws closer and as I am quite a witchy witch, I shall go scare little children and dogs. Good night and wicked dreams!

My First

Yay! Thank you, thank you, for all that wonderful applause and effusive enthusiasm. I, Jan, am here to lead you to your salvation from boredom. All right, that's enough applause for now, thanks. Well, here I am. My first blog. My blog the first. Le blog premiere. Ok, ok...I'm just sounding it out. No need to get so impatient.

The weather's perfect for a blog, even if I do say so myself. Come to think of it, why can't I say so myself? Omnipotent as I may seem, let me say this. I am not responisble for this spell of good weather. No, really!

Ah. Now that I am over that spell of conceit, vanity and whate'er you will. Well. The intro to my blog. If you know me, then you will probably have your doubts on my sanity confirmed here. If you don't know me...well! You're in for a treat! Come on into to the dark, mysterious, and dubiously wondrous world of the not-all-there mind.

And let me warn you....anything said in this blog may or may not be my own. So, you can't sue me if I steal miscellaneous jokes/witty remarks/ observations/philosophical statements made by you. Once you have said it in my presence, you lose all your rights over it. It'll be mine, MINE, MINE, MINE!!! See?

Well... Ahem.

As I was saying.... Welcome to my blog. And do be careful, would you? You might wander off somewhere here and lose your way/ yourself/ your mind along the way. And let me warn you... some freakish creature might jump up and bite you if you arent careful.

Other than that, welcome to my blog again and have a nice time!

-Jan

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