Tickle Tickle
It was sometime around october 2003 ( could be a month earlier too... Date doesn't matter) it was close to midnight ..... Bang!!! A skull was knocked on to the hard and cheap mosaic floor by a guy in lungi who used to say back them in Saamy style " Naan Professional illa Porukki" For the benifit of the folks who don't know tamil it means " I'm not a professional. I'm a rouge". The Skull was not alone it had a torso attached to it & the torso had limbs. Some noteable attachments to the skull was hair, eyes , ears & all features that defined a face. It contained an invaluable piece of treasure inside it. I knew the skull from my child hood, infact I had grown with it. As a matter of fact it was MY SKULL... & I'm not even dead. I was totally knocked out by that hard knock from a 'Friend' I had a Golf ball in my head. My lucky stars Tiger woods was out in the woods hunting tigers ( Not tiger the animal but the tiger the fruit. Puli rather. )
My crime - To see my friend happy.
Theses are the things that happened before the knockout was delivered. We were sitting on the floor and talking about world econmics & the role of India as a superpower in the next 5 years. OK thats so far fetching I presume. Well were not talkin about that but were talikng about the gals we saw when we went for dinner (I'm a honest person still) . My friend was in a gloomy mood so i wanted him to cheer up. I belive in humor in its various forms Visual, auditory etc etc. But with this guy physical humor worked out well.
Just my index finger was enough to set him ROFL. I mean it he rolled over the floor and started laughing. I felt an immense feel of happiness inside me. Trust me folks if you want to be happy to the entire sense of the word try making others happy. I wanted my friend to feel ecstasic. Then I started to play my fingers like an adept guitar player (I don't play any instrument other than a bike horn). He was dancing in the poise of a Michael Jackson. It was all musical & really classical. Well single handley ( rather single fingerly) the concert went for about 3 hours. The final ending was a big BANG. ( Mudhaal patthi paarka - See first para)
Lesson learnt: To get your senses knocked over tickle your friend for 3 hours !
My crime - To see my friend happy.
Theses are the things that happened before the knockout was delivered. We were sitting on the floor and talking about world econmics & the role of India as a superpower in the next 5 years. OK thats so far fetching I presume. Well were not talkin about that but were talikng about the gals we saw when we went for dinner (I'm a honest person still) . My friend was in a gloomy mood so i wanted him to cheer up. I belive in humor in its various forms Visual, auditory etc etc. But with this guy physical humor worked out well.
Just my index finger was enough to set him ROFL. I mean it he rolled over the floor and started laughing. I felt an immense feel of happiness inside me. Trust me folks if you want to be happy to the entire sense of the word try making others happy. I wanted my friend to feel ecstasic. Then I started to play my fingers like an adept guitar player (I don't play any instrument other than a bike horn). He was dancing in the poise of a Michael Jackson. It was all musical & really classical. Well single handley ( rather single fingerly) the concert went for about 3 hours. The final ending was a big BANG. ( Mudhaal patthi paarka - See first para)
Lesson learnt: To get your senses knocked over tickle your friend for 3 hours !
posted by Arun at 8:35 PM
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