What do people do at 11 PM? Normal people go to bed and either drool or debug or code or sleep(?) around in dreamland. Since you all know already that I am far from normal, it is quite obvious that my task varies for that hour. When in India, I worked in a project where my standard home coming time was bang at 11 PM and above. I was so regular at those hours that even the stray dogs that used to bark at me for the first few days gave me a sympathetic and apologetic look later on. I would have appreciated the same look and concern on the face of my office superiors...but hey...doesn't that require some heart? :-) My only solace was...the idiot box.
I know I know. Your dirty mind is thinking that 11 PM means that I would watch Hot Hotter Hottest or Mid Night Masala and cool myself with little bit of sleaze and skin. I pity you perverts (:P). After a day full of sitting before a stupid comp and attending meetings where everyone has no idea what they are talking about, thats possibly the last thing I could find solace in. So...it was JUST FOR LAUGHS on Pogo that I got addicted to.
No No. This post is not about the best or worse gags in that program. Its about laughing at yourself. Hard? Not at all. I will tell you how. In my training program, we had a personality development class as the usual charade and in that we had a game where one guy had to tell something about the other. Not a big deal. As usual I got down everything about the other friend of mine and blurted it out on stage. Then came the real shocker.
The lady who conducted the program then connected the handy cam with which she had recorded the whole thing to the TV and showed us what we did on stage. Holy Cow! I just looked like Dudley who had been kissed by a Dementor (Potter season U see). There on the screen I saw myself gyrating at 180 degrees with my feet moving as if I scared them that I could dance at any moment. I was touching my nose, smirking, rolling my eyes, twirling my lips...Oh dear lord...you made me live to this day to see this? The worse part was this all happened when I had not yet opened my mouth and the other fellow was talking about me.
Then the earth shattered. I was talking at the speed of light and even I had difficulty in understanding what the hell came from my mouth. The lady looked at me and smiled. My naughty mind placed a cloud above her which read "The same god who tortured us by creating Jim Carrey and Chris Tucker, for a change decided to mix them into this moron." She requested me to speak slowly for everybody's sake (which I followed only for a week).
The other worse case was when I had my thread ceremony. Out of the blue they decided to shave my cat moustache and I had to wear a veshti. I would bungee jump from the Petronas towers or watch TR's acting(?) rather than wear veshti for one hour. I had a veshti, angavastram and sacred ash on my forehead. Had they applied sandalwood over my chest I could have bagged Nattamai role in couple of Panchaayat tamil movies beneath an old aalamaram and nasungi pona sombhu.
My cousins had hell lot of fun pulling my leg over the belt that I wore above the veshti. I have promised them that I would wear cargos and T Shirt for my marriage. Unless I find a girl who is ready to trade skirt for a madisaar, I guess I will have to stick to bachelorhood. Trust me...before laughing at others, just imagine what would you have looked like in the same situation. Unless you have the heart to laugh at yourself...you wont find it funny.
As for my case is concerned, I watched the video of my thread ceremony once for 15 mins and switched it off with immediate effect. Why? Simple. I do love watching horror flicks....but this one was for real...and starring me :-)