How cool is it to be remembered by a single name only, e.g. Kaka. Makes you feel great. And after 1000 years, people start wondering if it was your first name or your last name. So, what is Moses’ surname? Or was Moses a surname? If I’m not wrong ‘Christ’ was only the title given to him and being content with Jesus Joseph sounds very Tamil. But if you had surnames like Arantes do Nascimento or Luíz Nazário de Lima, it is always advisable to stick to a single name. He too might have had a lengthy surname which the dim wit historians in 1 A.D found it difficult to write and record. I never call anyone ugly; however I take strong exception when it comes to cockroaches. Even worse is the flying variety. I also happen to call people a cockroach/jhingoor/zurral when I am not exactly glad with them. Did you know, they can live for eight days even after being beheaded! They can also survive nuclear attacks! A few weeks ago I saw a cockroach commit suicide. No kidding! It was walking on the wall and it suddenly jumped off it; never to get back up again. Something to be happy about when days are extremely boring. Another thing to do on a boring day is listening to music. Continuously, say for 4 hours straight and then I get fed up of the constant chiew chiew between the ears and I finally stop it. Somehow the silence sounds much better. Things like orkut and cell reminders absolutely take away credit from people who put in efforts to remember your birthday! Tch. Never tease the nerds. There used to be a nerd in my school who was a few years junior to me. Everyone called him big dick since his surname was Mahadik. Juvenile humour. Today, he’s doing something with NASA and he has a planet named after him, (no kidding! Do a google search!) and we are where we were, very down to earth. And after 1000 years people will think Mahadik was his first name. The dilemma of a good guest begins when he starts thinking what does he get along with him for the dinner. An empty handed walk-in might look like me walking into the college canteen which forces us non bovine creatues to ruminate its food . Well, it’s a semi-formal dinner, so I decide a cake for dessert would be a good pick; at least it requires minimum brain racking and is not bound to ‘fail’. “Oh cake! Which one? Looks great, but I can’t really eat it, my trainer has told me to avoid all such on my diet.” Hmm…simply wonderful. A good guest should compliment Mrs. Host about her culinary skills, appreciate the weather, be friendly with master and miss host and most importantly not being sloppy drop his spoon while having dinner .The excusa oblongata of the brain suddenly becomes devoid of thought, think think man! “Told you aunty, no ghee on my rotis, look what it does to my fingers!” “Is my copyrighted lame humour good enough to avoid this situation? Hmm hmm?” “Oh, take a new one.” Thank you master host, you will be a considerate host someday in the future. Dinner is done, the diet is instantaneously forgotten and I get the smallest piece. Hmm…simply wonderful.