Software companies employees know only one thing to do - KILL. When they have work, they kill the codes and when they dont have work, they kill time. I am no exception and perfectly fit in the latter category and can boast of a good 23 month experience in that. Infact never did I know that my experience would be put to use last week when I had to spend an entire night at the Ahmedabad Airport to board an early morning flight to Chennai. A mobile on roaming, a laptop with a drained battery and an empty tiffin box, I had nothing to pass the behemoth 7 hours that lay ahead. Fortunately a Higginbotham's book shops open doors invited me to have a look at the plush shop with an amazing collection of books. A person like me in a book store is analogous to a Japaneese in Bihar, the combination just is nt correct.
As I passed through all the Roys, Browns, Archers, Sheldons, Sharmas and Puzos, I saw Mona Lisa smiling at me from the covers of "Famous Paintings of Medieaval Era". The smile is supposed to be very mysterious and for ages, historians have failed to decipher the reason for the famous smile. Keep Mona Lisa before me and I ll think she smiles thinking she has seen the biggest sloth of the generation, keep her in front of you and she may laugh at the inaneness of you since you are spending your valuable time doing the least value addition job available to you,hehe. That day she was smirking as my hands fell on the Pakistani President s Memoir "In the Line of Fire". The moment I took the book and read the first line - A national bestseller, I looked at Mona Lisa, she was smirking more. As if it was telling me, the book is all crap right from the first line.Its all fallacy.
A cuishoned stool was available exactly between the two shelves and i found myself sandwiched between the two books. As I was reading the book, I kept on looking at Mona Lisa and all the way i found her smirking. The first few chapters were on the initial life of the President and giving it the least importance, i skipped it faster than I count currency notes. I looked at Mona Lisa, her smile i presumed to be a sign of pride on my intelligence on giving least importance to the Paki Presidents child hood life. The chapter on Kargil was more ludicrous than the best of Jerome K Jerome's classics. Musharraf s sense of humour has to be lauded as he keeps on iterating something that over a billion people know is false i.e. Pakistan having won the Kargil war. This time when I looked at Mona Lisa, she was smiling with me, giving me a feeling that we both are enjoying the serious writing as an attempt for farce by Musharraf.
Throughout the book the president wanted the readers to believe that Pakistan had no selfish interests in supporting USA in the fight against terror. A formal reading itself made me a huge fan of the President's ludicrous writing. Hardly had I laughed so much reading any other book all my life. I saw Mona Lisa, this time her smile seemed a laughter for me as if we were laughing together. I was proud that Da Vincis creation was giving me good company on an otherwise boring night at the airport. This blog is not an attempt at being a critic of the book, in fact I sincerely recommend it for people who need daily dose of laughter. Read the book and you ll roll off the floor laughing for sure. But the article I ve typed to show how my thoughts were matching with that of an artists creation that night. I finished a few chapters and looked at Mona Lisa, her eyes were having a faint degree of sleep. I closed my eyes too and the ruckus sound of the Airport Authorities awakened me after a few hours sayhing "Pls proceed for check in". Rubbing my eyes I saw Musharaff peeping through his book towards me and when I saw what my companion is doing, the book was nt there. I kept the book on the shelt, smirked and went for my check in.
As I passed through all the Roys, Browns, Archers, Sheldons, Sharmas and Puzos, I saw Mona Lisa smiling at me from the covers of "Famous Paintings of Medieaval Era". The smile is supposed to be very mysterious and for ages, historians have failed to decipher the reason for the famous smile. Keep Mona Lisa before me and I ll think she smiles thinking she has seen the biggest sloth of the generation, keep her in front of you and she may laugh at the inaneness of you since you are spending your valuable time doing the least value addition job available to you,hehe. That day she was smirking as my hands fell on the Pakistani President s Memoir "In the Line of Fire". The moment I took the book and read the first line - A national bestseller, I looked at Mona Lisa, she was smirking more. As if it was telling me, the book is all crap right from the first line.Its all fallacy.
A cuishoned stool was available exactly between the two shelves and i found myself sandwiched between the two books. As I was reading the book, I kept on looking at Mona Lisa and all the way i found her smirking. The first few chapters were on the initial life of the President and giving it the least importance, i skipped it faster than I count currency notes. I looked at Mona Lisa, her smile i presumed to be a sign of pride on my intelligence on giving least importance to the Paki Presidents child hood life. The chapter on Kargil was more ludicrous than the best of Jerome K Jerome's classics. Musharraf s sense of humour has to be lauded as he keeps on iterating something that over a billion people know is false i.e. Pakistan having won the Kargil war. This time when I looked at Mona Lisa, she was smiling with me, giving me a feeling that we both are enjoying the serious writing as an attempt for farce by Musharraf.
Throughout the book the president wanted the readers to believe that Pakistan had no selfish interests in supporting USA in the fight against terror. A formal reading itself made me a huge fan of the President's ludicrous writing. Hardly had I laughed so much reading any other book all my life. I saw Mona Lisa, this time her smile seemed a laughter for me as if we were laughing together. I was proud that Da Vincis creation was giving me good company on an otherwise boring night at the airport. This blog is not an attempt at being a critic of the book, in fact I sincerely recommend it for people who need daily dose of laughter. Read the book and you ll roll off the floor laughing for sure. But the article I ve typed to show how my thoughts were matching with that of an artists creation that night. I finished a few chapters and looked at Mona Lisa, her eyes were having a faint degree of sleep. I closed my eyes too and the ruckus sound of the Airport Authorities awakened me after a few hours sayhing "Pls proceed for check in". Rubbing my eyes I saw Musharaff peeping through his book towards me and when I saw what my companion is doing, the book was nt there. I kept the book on the shelt, smirked and went for my check in.
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