Hey guys.
I know I know. Don't even start. My hibernation has extended for long enuf. Now to get down and dirty. Well I cant be blamed for my abstinence you see.
The whole work scene, the travelling, yours truly getting the knot (tsk tsk - for those who didnt come for the wedding, u better run to Timbaktu, cuz I'm comin to get you.
And for those who didn't get the invitation - well, I'm off to an anonymous place, on very important NATIONAL DUTY, which does NOT offer cell phone or email reception....),
and a lot more stuff !
We, the mankind of planet Earth - meaning us, always look for something extra in whatever we do. Never content with what we have...
We go to a restaurant - "Can I get some extra fries on the side please". Or in the case of us Indians, "Can I get an extra cup of sambhar please". (Drooling for mom's sambhar...)
We (by we, I mean the ladies) go to a beauty parlour - "can I get some extra massage time" or probably "can I get a free mani/pedi with that package?"
We go to the office, we tell our subordinates, "Can you stay back and finish that report. Its gotta go in tomorrow morning."
We go to a shopping mal, "Boss, can you throw in an extra pair of earrings with that necklace?"
Extra - Extra - Extra
Well, I think the word was coined precisely to perfection. From the word EXTRA-CT. We always try to extract more than what we need / deserve / want.
Plus - Plus - Plus (from the word SUR-PLUS)
Now, this word has taken a lot of wrong turns into meaning something totally different than what it used to be.
Say it once, its a social network. We cant be satisfied with one of em and so we ask for the plus. #+1
Say it twice - you have a social disaster. Let me explain.
In a far, far away land (now, even though I am this close to that place, it seems far off. I think Sunshine (I have been out for so long, I forgot how to tag a blogger in the post... Sniff... Sniff... Sob... Sob...) can vouch for that - OK DONT KILL ME PLEASE), known as lala land (for obnoxiously obvious reasons), there was a young man who was over-worked and needed a little time off. So he went to a "MASSAGE" parlor for a regular, body soothing, relaxing MASSAGE, to say the least. All goes well, but the man is suspicious about why the MASSAGE parlor needs an agent (or so he preferred to call himself), standing outside and calling out (lets say MARKETING) the place. It has a huge Billboard for god's sake!!! Anyways, once he went in, he was at the counter trying to select the right kind of MASSAGE, (receiving weird stares from the masseuse').
Thus goes the conversation :
Receptionist : Good Evening sir. How are you today?
Young Man : Hi. I'm fine. How bout you?
Receptionist : What kind of MASSAGE can we offer you today?
Young Man : A body massage please.
Receptionist : Very well. Will that be a FULL BODY MASSAGE?
Young Man (scratching his head and thinking if there is a HALF BODY MASSAGE) : Ummm... yeah... I guess.
Receptionist : Ok sir. And duration? Would it be 2 hours or 3 hours?
Young Man (Hmmm...Why the hell would a body Massage take that long???) : Whichever one.
Receptionist : So I can put you down for a MASAGGE ++ (Read : Massage Plus Plus)
Young Man (being a part of mankind and always wanting some extra TIME (Get ur head out of ur ass)) : Yeas sure... whatever.
Receptionist : Oh Very well. What race would you prefer?
Young Man : !@#$% (WTF???) aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!!! #Facepalm
Thats when it hit the young man what PLUS PLUS actually meant. Well for the record, thats when the young man knew he could run so fast in his life.
It was a miracle !! His feet were taking him 'EXTRA' fast - thankfully.
So, folks - next time you wish for an EXTRA / PLUS, be careful. You might just get what you wished for !!!
Peace.
P.S. It wouldn't have taken Einstein or the CSI to figure out that who the YOUNG MAN was.
