The first time I heard Kolaveri D, I thought it was a nice hummable piece, which I could blissfully put out of my mind unlike the horrors of Justin Bieber’s creations. They haunt you for days. Nevertheless, I thought Kolaveri was a decent song, but soon the song was everywhere, every street, every channel, radio, internet, virtually and literally everywhere. That is fine with me, but what was really surprising, is that it has still held on. They say public memory is very short, tell me about it. I still see the song almost everywhere. What irked me the most is an advert that is about drunk driving and it just says ” Why this Kolaveri?” Seriously, this tops it all. Sometimes I think we are a nation of extremes. We want all things good or bad in the largest possible quantity. So much has been written about that illusive century of Tendulkar ( the 100th 100) that when it will finally happen, I wouldn’t really think much of it.
A few days ago, I read an interesting piece of literature. And yes, magazines on the barber’s desk do count for literature. Well this magazine, lets call it Health for sake of social sanctity, it run this nice little story about how excessive use of internet porn makes people lousy at bed. I was surprised to read that so many people actually admitted at being lousy. Who does that? Even if you are told its anonymous, why would you admit such a thing at all? Maybe it makes people feel special (!! welcome to the 21st century ). So music, sports, sex, and well being social, we are really extreme at it all. In a country that thrives on containment and austerity ( look how contained our batsmen are in australia), its a strange paradox.
Well, we all love our little paradoxes, don’t we ? To be very frank, we think they are essential to our very existence. As I pondered over thoughts of national importance, my important part of brain was busy guiding my barber on how I wanted to look, and what was needed to be done. I am not usually that concerned, but I somehow feel the need to be in control when I am near barbers, tipsy women, and traffic police. Dangerous situations, all of them. My barber would agree, if he had time from humming Kolaveri.