Dudify this

It's conceivable reality that in a matter of time conversations would start and end at the word 'dude'. Imagine a letter denoted to you : Respected dude, followed by regular blahmatism. Sounds strange, doesn't it? Why does it come into play that much these days? Why is there always a moral inclination to denote fellow dudes , by 'dude'. Believe me, it's like the byword of the language of persistent persuasion.

Think about it. How easy it has been to persuade people when you dudify them, how they can be cajoled into believing that they really are the 'quintessential dudes' , at least in the vicinity, if not in entirety. It has a certain hypnotic effect on men, the reason for which is hard to get. 

Another thing that works in favor of the entire 'dude' convention is probably its gender neutrality. Girls are equally comfortable being passed off as dudes. Dudette/dudess is the official word though. It probably shows their wretched desire to equalize men.( Yes, I'm a chauvinist pig, hands down) However, if I were a woman, I'd have chosen 'dudette' , for at the least it'd have given me an opportunity to feel slightly differentiated, if nothing else. Tiny things you see. 

Imagine one of your friends seeing you with one of those coveted girls, the kind for which guys are willing to ditch a thousand other women.  

After the event, whilst you're cursing yourself about how close you were to kissing her and how you missed the opportunity and all, he calls you up, and guess how he starts : with an elongated, filled with contempt, curiosity and carousal, Deeewed!  Unable to get a hang of the situation immediately, our protagonist replies: What dude? with a genuine pretension of ' I-dunno-wat-ur-talkin-bout' . Your friend on other side replies: Don't you dude me, dude. By this time, both parties are pretty clear on their concepts , as in they know what the other person knows. So, our genuine pretender takes away his mask of unknowingness, and replies with a sly smirk on his face: Oh yeah, dude. The friend , as if, to pat him on the back, says: Deeeeeeewd(h), with a sparkle in his eyes. Translated to Hindi, this would mean : Sahi hai beta! 

It's only to be seen how this innocent word can affect so many lives, say so many things, and still be qualified as slang. Well, I'm sure this would change one day. I'm sure, one day fathers would talk to their spoiled sons: Itne kam marks? Saari dudegiri nikaal doonga!  Corporate meetings would clamour 'Dude' in all shapes, colours and sizes. Mothers would worry : Pata nahi mera dude kab wapas aayega? Thakur would request Gabbar, hitherto much more persuasively : Yeh Haath mujhe dede dude, de na dude? The ageing mother, in Karan Arjun would go : Mere dono dudes aayenege! Mere dono dudes zaroor aayenge!!! 

Went a little too far, did I? The Whole Dude Syndrome dude! Come on dude, you gotta agree. Dude?

Are you on the same page?

Are you feeling sufficiently useless? Do you ogle at the wall clock, waiting for it to strike 12 so that you could guiltlessly ping the two three usual people you'd ping? Has this sudden revelation that 'I was much better off when I was at something' dawned on you too? Do you wake up in the morning thinking ,' how can I waste this day innovatively? Well, bravo. If the questions have had the better of you, I welcome you to the party.

Life has boiled down to the little things. Happiness is no longer in ' getting placed '.( Even though, I won't mind another shot at them.) It's in the tiny things that were otherwise irrelevant. From the anticipation of rajma-chawal in dinner, to the shiver of chocolate chip ice-cream in dessert, anything could make it worth living just one more day. Then there are also the serious things to live for. (h)Our holy parents. (h)Our ambition in life. (h)Our zeal to do reasonably well in life. But as I said, these are the serious things. Not that much fun to talk about. Boring Bhasad, you see. On the other hand, girlfriends are separate institutions. They're commodities to 'die for'. ( Khush?)

'Don't sweat the small stuff, it's always in the small stuff'. No, I'm not taking credit for having penned it. 

So, the little things, Oh, the little things. Stupid little things. Corny little things. Creepy little things. Life is in those sublime underlying moments, the kind you never even thought could bring about a change in your emotional momentum. Subconsciously speaking, these moments are precisely what give you, the kick, the spike in the happiness chart. So, it could be because somebody said that you looked a gram less heavy. It could be , because you know, you'll get to order Domino's in an hour. It could be because , for once in your life, you get to waste another day at your behest, without having had to feel guilty about it. 

Little things, you see.

Just to rub it in.