This, then, is the immutable SC. Lanky and caring enough to arouse suspicion, SC wields wizardry in the kitchen usually with a halka saa this or that. A sometime poet of might have beens, SC also paints in shades of grey, puts happiness to shame around his many children friends and reads fat books with gusto. In the four years that I have known him, he has failed only twice to recognize a movie within the first minute of viewership. He conducts quizzes and asks bloody impossible questions.
Now if you want to know what is wrong with him, you will have to mail me. It will be juicy, I promise.
8 comments:
Hee hee heee! Great writing, and great choice of subject! Considering that SC defies definition, pretty neat job, I say!
Ok, what, what, what?!?! :)
Ah! SC. The problem with thyself is thy simplicity. For thou, all differences are similar and everything in this world is juxtaposed.
Asha/Manoj:
Yes, it hurt endlessly to paint a less than grotesque picture of our man, but there has been no dearth of exemplary kindness - sometimes didactic - coming from you folks for me to emulate. So...
Vaish:
I'd love to dish out more dirt but I am somehow not too keen on being skinned alive with a blunt knife, in case SC comes to know... :)
S!
A silent countenance, to describe the gentleman in reflection, would be an overkill, perhaps?
Anon buddy,
I did not quite get your drift, though I think I'd generally agree with you anyway. :)
S!
Allo! No post in over a month? Where art thou, S! ?
Vaish:
Edifying the relatively incomprehensible SC & saying all those nice things about him have exhausted me.
Perhaps a few weeks more of Darjeeling tea, not to mention other stronger restoratives, should be sufficient to get the grey cells working again.
S!
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