Monday, July 30, 2012

Making of the Boring


I am heavily low profile. I am not a fancy major guy. I am a gawky 24 year old. I am rarely on Facebook. I rarely trawl malls and try out new brands, new restaurants. I avoid pulp fiction and Hollywood blockbusters don't excite me overmuch. Dating a celebrity is not my idea of a great evening out. And no, I don't go to Hard Rock Cafes to party or Bahrain for F1. I don't even own a Blackberry or an iPad. I haven't worn a watch in days but am almost always on time. And no, I don't consider myself famous, never did.
Now doesn't this make me the perfect bore?
I worked in one company for my livelihood, wrote for my pleasure. I walk into bookshops, sit in a corner and read. I roam around a lot because it allows me to escape the ennui of routine. You can recognise me anywhere by my faded jeans and white shirt. A grey waistcoat and sneakers complete the ensemble.
I listen to all music, enjoy them all. From Bryan Adams to Kishore Kumar to Raghu Dixit to SP. But yes, I love music where the words touch my heart. I love Sahir and Kaifi. I re-read old classics. But I enjoy watching Tom and Jerry too. It bothers me when Inception tests my intelligence, and my patience. But that doesn't mean I watch Kya Super Kewl hain hum. I would rather watch ZNMD or Kahaani. Mystery and magic are what I seek from life.
So rarely do I go to parties that people have stopped inviting me. The company of one thoughtful intelligent person excites me far more than people in the collective trying very hard to enjoy themselves. I find the world a charming place, best savoured on one's own or with someone you love.
Even then I am deadly boring. S&M doesn't titillate me. Mozart may. Alcohol makes me drowsy. And the current obsession over food I find gross. I eat little, speak less, grab the passing moment. Neither greed nor gluttony excite me. I wouldn't notice if Gordon Ramsay was in the kitchen. It's the person I am with who makes it happen. I never eat alone. The only food I miss is what I don't get. Ergo, nostalgia food. I miss food from little known places that have shut down. I remember a city by what I ate there, usually happenstance street food.
I believe our hearts teach us how to react. A book, a film, a song may move me to tears at a special moment. On another, they could leave me untouched. That's why it's so tough being me. You have to carry your moment with you. Trees, dogs, cats, birds, flowers, squirrels running on the fence, the sound of laughter work any time for me, and the delight of walking through unknown streets, empty fields, unseen dreams. I love them all and wish I could pass on the memories to those I care for instead of the trinkets we gift each other and so easily forget.
And evolved the JD. And I am not a DJ. The reticent – boring JD.