A vaudevillian who loves doughnuts

Vaudevillian - Well, that’s what I am. And a foolish one at that… I am constantly performing (i.e., talking to myself as though to a third person). I guess I would have done well on the stage as a stand-up artist of some kind. Hmmm... Probably a comedian of some kind.. May be I would do better than Russell Peters (Ithu konjam over thaan). But I certainly wont resort to making fun of my countrymen in order to succeed. (Must admit though, that he is very good at that)

The whole problem started last night when a couple of my friends suggested that we go for a New York trip this Saturday (i.e tomorrow).. So here I was this morning talking to myself the things I would be writing in my blog about that trip. About how I would compare New York to London. Oh! That magical and nostalgic City.. My first love outside India... No city outside India can compare to London... But then I am being prejudiced and judgmental here... Let me give New York a chance. (More about New York and London in my next post)

But that's not the point of this post.. This post is about me being the foolish Vaudevillian... I was constantly talking to myself last night and slept late, talked to myself while shaving in the morning and cut myself, talked to myself in the shower, almost slipped and fell down and nearly forgot that I had an 8:30AM breakfast meeting with my client manager, Mr.E

So, why am I in this constant dreamy state? Only God knows why. May be I am what they call a 'Romantic Idealist’… Maybe I read too much fiction... May be I refuse to grow up... May be I am like Calvin... Maybe I am Calvin… Not sure where my Hobbes is.

So, what did my daydreaming, self-professed mono acting give me? A bruise on the chin at the max... So, disheveled and desperate, I dragged myself to this "Break fast meeting" (that almost broke my back) with Mr.E (or kosu, call him whatever, I don’t care). I was 5 minutes late. Again, I didn’t care. I just wanted to get through with it... But then... But then...
The courteous, most generous, and absolutely awesome Mr.E had brought Doughnuts and Coffee with him... (Did I call him Kosu? I take that back...) Oh! Long live that poor soul!!!

Doughnuts!!!!! hmmmm... Where would mankind be without them.. (Yeah,, I know I am
exaggerating). But, they more than made up for my otherwise drab morning... Thank you Mr. William Rosenberg for founding "Dunkin". And Thank you Mr.E for breaking my dieting regime!


PS: As I wrote this post, my mind aimlessly wandered (as usual) to this brilliant "Introduction of V" from the thought-provoking cult movie, V for Vendetta...
"In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose. So let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."