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Trends tend to be a millstone



Avarice, indulgence or habitual fascination can run alongside a track that initially appears to be a trend. This trend grows to a phenomenal proportion that anybody withdrawing from it is MAD. This is apparent in a luminary, could be a tycoon, a porn artist, a singer, a musician or anybody who has appealed to your eyes or ears.
At times this fascination can be attractive to the sense of palate or touch. We, as humans, do not revel in tickling our senses. Basically it is a swing / hop / leap from one fascination to the other.

Knock Knock “your social duty”

My ‘virtual’ interest in drawing a virtual audience is not for soul-searching but just slapping the reader to tell him who he is or where he is. Basic preoccupation aside, the youth today prefer to chat about ‘trending’ matters to measure how many ears he can prick (pick). The chat prolongs to cover most consumer products from shoe laces to hats.

Misleading Ads

Sometimes the chat meanders to pick human preferences – a star, a starlet, a neighbor or a colleague. It is immaterial whether the person concerned is a male or a female. If it is a female, men pamper their ears and eyes with a ‘twisted’ chat about curls, waves of hair to nail and nail polish. Recently a top cosmetic brand (National) indulged in how a lipstick can enhance a pout. For two and a half days, men drooled over pouting lips and women too, dug further into their pockets for indulging in lipsticks. This trend faintly passed on to a condom ad model promoting comments from all and sundry quoting a politician.  Now that is going too far and sexist in content.

Indulgent Magic
                                                       
Recently I happened to watch a TV serial ‘Carbon Arrow’ (spelt wrong) effect with a family friend who is simplistically oblivious about shoe laces and perfumes. Oh, no! Was I in the wrong company? She just chose to visit shops, do window shopping in the hope that the magician ‘playing’ salesman would entice her with goodies.


Sedentary hobbies

What’s that? Does one have that kind of hobby unless it is writing poetry, documenting mundane matters, correcting answer booklets of students? The last one is interesting because you are mentally lifted to surf the varying wavelengths of students and it can be fun if you are a language teacher.

Dance, baby, dance!

The other diagonally opposite activity would be to judge a dance reality show on television even if the sponsors can afford three judges, you may be the fourth on a couch. And this fourth judge wears feathers that others of the same kind have, I mean, companions. Then when this fourth category of judges encounters contradictions it results in a tremor and cacophony (broken cups, dismantled furniture or torn curtains). An utter disgrace to social behaviour.

I am breathless. So if you do not know the difference between slog and sloth. One is a noun and the other is a verb. Please choose the verb.

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