Who deed this tiepo??

We all make typos. People write dude as dudo or please as peas. But we only laugh at the guy who writes droop as drool. The delicate art of good typos require a healthy disregard for proof reading, a sloppy attitude, a sense of humor showing up at the inappropriate times and also pinch of bad karma. Everyone does it but only the clumsiest masters it.

My first embarrassing encounter with this concept was in one of my English classes where the teacher was reading out a report of mine to the class, aloud. Somewhere in between the passage the line went like this, “Under the scorching summer heat, the farmer’s buttocks (read as bullock) were put through unimaginable hardships to satisfy the landlord’s greed.” Needless to say, it was well accepted by my friends. Since then there was no turning back. Nearly every line in my chat conversations has a typo. Every blog of mine are proof read by people from as far as New York. Yet the lesson is yet to be learnt.

Corporate typos are in a different league all together. Here one wrong move and you lose all the respect you have earned through the years. But quite of then can out a smile on the receivers face. I was once describing a error in an IM conversation to a guy in Denver and then said,“Can you help me with this tissue (read as issue)?” The guy aptly replies, “Isn’t the problem potty-trained?” But people can be ruthless too. Once a not so liked entity mailed colleague of mine saying “where are the rest of the packages? Find me the hole (read as whole) thing.” The barrage of jokes which sprouted out of that was pretty nasty.

Then there are the ones which you see on the road, which are due to complete ignorance. But the funny is the wrong spelling is write spelling for something completely different. Check out the snap of this cobbler's stall. That guy got some explanation to do.

Lucky are those who just get to laugh at someone else’s typos. But of all those awkward situations we get into, they do make a not so great article worth reading.

70’s Longing

For the last few weeks I was on one big “70’s movies” binge. The list included Midnight Express, Chinatown, Saturday night fever, sudden impact, Dirty Harry, Grease and many others. Was time spent worth it? Well let’s just say it was badly required after watching scores of zombie, vampire, and doomsday movies. How much of that can a simple mind take? But let’s leave that for a more depressing night. Let me get into bit more of my sudden interest in these movies.
One thing about most of these movies is that they are comparatively uncomplicated and clean. The plot is hardly ever like a walk in a maze, yet it doesn’t make me yawn either. The characters are easy to recognize and the villain is as complicated and sinister as some of the college going kids of our time. They just come and shoot you instead of getting into all the disgusting, blood splurging ways of today’s slayers. They had this accepted cheesiness in then which is so loathed today. I mean they could approach a girl and say “can we be friends?” and not get stoned for saying it. They didn’t have the prop up of today’s computer generated graphics yet they had the brilliance to still be enjoyed by us after 40 long years. They have this uncanny characteristic of make me feel nostalgic about them even though I wasn’t even born when these movies came out. Somehow they make me remember the days when life was all about coming back from school and going out to play with my friends.

Call me stuck up but I do wish we still lived in times where they played Bee Gees in the discos.