Sunday, August 06, 2006

 

The Boomerang Theory

A boomerang is a remarkable thing. For those who are hearing the word for the first time, Boomerang, noun is a sort of toy that Australian aborigines play with whenever their tummy gives a warning. They aborigine throws it; it flies, hits some poor dumb animal, curls and comes back to him. The native then gobbles up the creature, belches, farts and continues whatever he was doing. It will now be evident that this is not an ordinary toy and should have a statutory warning – “Only for 15 years and above”. But then we’re talking of aborigines here, the people who wear leaves in the age of Calvin Klein and Ralph Laurent. The lesson which the Boomerang attempts to convey has meaning which can teach a lesson to every generation – “That which goes is bound to come back”. Something happened the other day which made me a member of the Boomerang Cult. Which made me aware of how fast trivial news could spread and how fast it could come back to the cornucopia of the same trivial news. Which made me Public Enemy Number One and forced me to go into hiding from a very good friend of mine, with a heavy fist.

It all started a few months ago at the technical festival of our college. I was carrying on an amicable conversation with a friend of mine. Under social obligations, I mentioned to him that there was Something Cooking between that heavy fisted bud of mine, who I shall call Good Boy for security reasons, and a good girl who I shall call Good Girl for those very reasons. This friend of mine, let us refer to him as Primary Messenger, mentioned this piece of gossip to another fellow – Boyfriend (the etymology shall become clear in the passages to come). Boyfriend had a Girlfriend (but natural) and passed on the news to her. Girlfriend now had a talk with Roomy, who incidentally, was her room-partner, and she got to know about Good Boy and Good Girl as well. Now Roomy talked to a friend of hers, say Final Messenger, and no prizes for guessing what the talk was about. Obeying the principles of the Boomerang Law, Final Messenger called up Good Boy (it’s a small world, they were friends in school) and ragged him no end. And now the Boomerang came back and hit me bang on the head as Good Boy on hanging up, called me names not suitable to be printed or seen by decent eyes.

Smarting under the mental blows I had received, I indulged in a little Soulful Thinking and naturally thought of nothing but the latest application of the Boomerang Theory. The whole incident though, also made me wonder on the kind of conversations carried out by my fellow Homo Sapiens. Let’s start at the beginning. My conversation with Primary Messenger was too trivial to discuss. So next up are Primary Messenger and Boyfriend. The conversation would have been something like this –
Primary Messenger – “Saw that latest Angelina Jolie clip?”
“Oh yeah! That was so hot.”
(Pornographic details follow)
“By the way, old buddy. Did you know Good Boy and Good Girl are an item?”
“Really! God help them!”
Now college jocks have nothing else to talk about. But I still wonder why Boyfriend, who barely knew Good Boy by sight, mentioned the fact to Girlfriend. The only conclusion I can come to is that people who talk for 16 hours a day are desperate for things to talk about. So this conversation would have gone along these lines-
Boyfriend – “Sweetheart.”
Girlfriend – “Darling”
“Precious”
“Dearest”
“Have I told you about Good Boy, a fellow at my college?”
“No, but please do. I love the sound of your voice.”
“Sweetheart.”
“Darling.”
“Well as I was saying, Good Boy is going out with Good Girl.”
“How sweet.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Absolutely. Is Good Girl good-looking”
“Huh! Oh not at all.”
“Really? Why is Good Boy going out with her then?”
“Well…”
“Humpfh”
“Ok. She’s good-looking but not a patch on you.”
“Really. You mean it.”
“Oh absolutely.”
“Darling.”
“Sweetheart.”
Whew!!!

Ok. So I’ve just thrown up. But now I’m back. And we come to the feminine side. Here the reported conversation is pure speculation as I’m attempting the impossible – trying to understand female psychology. Just imagine – who talks to a room-mate about her boyfriend’s acquaintance’s girlfriend? But then Girlfriend is a girl. So here goes –
Girlfriend - “Roomy. Isn’t this dress to die for?”
Roomy - “Eeeeek. Oh yesssssssss. Where did you get it?”
“The Clothes Shop. The shopkeeper was so cute. (Giggle giggle)”
(Giggle giggle)
(Giggle)
(Giggle)
“Have you heard the latest?”
“No.”
“I was talking to Boyfreind today…”
“Ooooooooooohhhhhh”
(Giggle giggle)
(Giggle giggle)
(Giggle)
(Giggle)
“Well anyway, there’s this boy called Good Boy at his college. And you won’t believe this, he’s actually going out with Good Girl, someone else at Boyfriend’s college.”
“No way!”
“Oh yes.”
“How amazing! I think I’ve heard about Good Boy. My friend Final Messenger knows him.”
“Your friend, eh!”
“Er… yes. Come on, Girlfriend, he’s just a friend, honest. I mean he is very cute but…”
“Oooooooohhhhhh”
“Oh come on!”
(Giggle giggle)
(Giggle giggle)
(Giggle)
(Giggle)

Well that was the best I could do. Girls, if this is not how a feminine conversation usually takes shape, please let me know and I’ll promise not to become a chick-lit writer.

So now Roomy informs Final Messenger of this latest development. In other words the boomerang has turned. And it begins its homebound journey as Final Messenger calls up Good Boy-
“Hey As*****! How’re you doing?”
“Great, you piece of s***! What about you?”
“Forget me! You dog. Why didn’t you tell me about you and Good Girl.”
“Good Girl? Well, uh, you see…”
“Cut the crap. *#$@ *&#@#.... (and so on and so forth).”
You don’t know how great it feels to be back on home soil!

That’s almost all there is to say, except that the Boomerang boomed me out when Good Boy came within shouting distance of me.

I guess the whole episode shows the power of human expression.

That’s all, folks!

Comments:
brilliant post, minus the intended profanity and the giggles. just dont let any female read this.
 
Well brilliant article yet my version, closer to reality would be:

Roomy is insane about Final Messenger(FM), cries (almost) every night coz FM is just a friend. Girlfriend is bothered by the sobbing. Tells Boyfriend about it. Goes on to talk to FM again who mentions Good Boy is in Boyfriend's college. Boyfriend says he's heard of Good Boy. Girlfriend wants to know how. Boyfriend says (yawn...) "coz of a rumour which might be true". Conversation over.

Boyfriend is bugged by Good Department people including Freaky Guy. Boyfriend ignores. Theories are cooked and served on blogpans. Boyfriend is sick.

~Boyfriend
 
The so indulged Good boy and the story teller...both r appreciable... rather about the Good boy, who is also a friend of mine, only from this post i came to know the actual boomrang has returned in this way[:O]....
its amazing....
 
As witness to the results ofthis accidental experiment, and tabulator of results, I hereby proclaim the Boomerang theory satisfactory on basis of experimental grounds.
p.s. Do you think I can get a Nobel peace prize if the committee saw my theses? Many more such (ahem) incidents could be averted.
 
just classy. dis one is ma personal fav.
 
Regarding you, Srishti
just classy. dis one is ma personal fav.
 
dis 1 is gr8, not dat dis is da first time i'm reading it! it's truely amazing! i still remembr da jokes ... (giggle) (giggle)
 
someone told me bout this blog... pretty much captures the essence of hostel life n the stupidity of mentioning, even in the tiniest way, about a guy n a girl. n yes sagar, u can go ahead n write chick lit... cute shopkeepers are every girls fantasy. :p
 
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