IS there anyone in class? Are you paying attention? I am talking about the fixation with classification of the classes. Whether in a teastall in Dehradun or a pecan farm in Decatur, the 'middle class' is now the hot topic du jour. Lets call this obsession by a new moniker - Classifixation. Take that Merriam. Or Webster or Oxford or whoever is keeping count. I am in the meantime completely nonplussed by the turn of events in where the use of the word 'class' has gone beyond the classrooms into the mainstream and into the deep waters, as in Akula Class vs. Typhoon class (types of submarines to the untrained yokels). Add to that the working class now can be seen boarding First Class and Coach Class is full of the immigrant class which makes for a quagmire in the flying class. No one knows which color is their carpet so to speak (as in the dirty scrap of cloth lying in front of boarding gates in all manners of hues and shades). It used to require a first class in ...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!