Random

I was dividing my time between watching “Dus” and the first Harry Potter book and squeezing in facebook-checking every 10 minutes to see what people thought of my last rather witty (or so I thought) status. Results were not very encouraging, though, and facebook wouldn’t oblige me with any magical increment in people’s appreciation of my trying to entertain them. So, as with each new checking the number of likes still remained the same at a pathetic five, I stared up at the ceiling, thought about the fleeting unreality of fame and got back to watching Dus. When that movie became too much for my senses to handle, I read about Harry.

Pothead, meanwhile, was working on one of her unification of mythology theories. She didn’t have very much to go on, but had decided on her book title already. She would name it, “Our myths, their myths.” She was making a list of all the Greek gods in a hardbound ruled extra large notebook and writing down the possible parallel gods from the Indian myth section. There was a third column to fill in the Persian equivalents. Whenever her ideas overflowed she had to interrupt her work and detail it out to me, irrespective of what I was doing or whether I heard. She didn’t get offended at a slight and that made it worse. There are people who do not recognize a “no”, and she was one of them. So, my watching Sanjay Dutt and Shilpa Shetty in anti-terrorism activities was sprinkled generously with how the principal Greek Gods and Indian gods bore uncanny resemblances.

Frankly, I did not have an opinion on this. Whether these cultures with shared myths originated at one point and then spread, whether Aryans did invade the subcontinent, or whether they just trickled in, or whether nobody came from anywhere at all and just appeared here-I didn’t know. Everything seemed plausible, and how could you really tell?