Thursday, May 04, 2006

Thursday's Child

These days, Thursdays make me feel like marching through the aisles between the cubicles in office, and singing, in the deepest, loudest voice* I can manage, Enjorlas's heroic, *thundering* One day Mo-o-o-r-r-r-re!

I so need a new job.


In other distantly-related news, the new ad on television is one of the best I've seen in a long time. My heart goes out to that Bharatnatyam dancer doing the whole neck-wiggling-eyes-rolling routine, while directing runway traffic. It bleeds for the poor maestro, bravely waving his baton, trying to fix a traffic bottleneck and by the time we get to the batsman, using his bat dhobi-style to wash clothes, I'm crying big splashy tears into the nearest cushion.

And while we're on the subject of advertisements, will someone please tell me, what on *earth* does 'Thande Ka Tadka' mean??

*Which, if we'd ever spoken, you'd know, is NOT deep, NOT loud and not even REMOTELY heroic.


Ph said...

As for me, I would stay at any place (or with any person) that allows me to sing. I had strict instructions growing up to NEVER, EVER sing. And if you've heard me sing, you will know why. :)

4WD said...

Thande ka tadka ... is when you pour cold stuff on hot stuff and mix it up. It could happen in your tummy, if you wanted.

Chronicus Skepticus said...

Ah, no! Ph, if you feel like singing, you must! What is family for, if not to be audience?

4wd, ummm...I didn't *actually* understand that at all (especially the part about it happening in my tummy!) but errr...okay!