Boring! Or how I have lost my sense of humour and forgotten to laugh.

I have recently been accused of getting too serious, too negative and too, too boring. Nobody wants to read my pearls of wisdom I believe - though perhaps this could be because I am casting them (the pearls, I mean) before swine? Oops! Maybe I should refrain from calling my readers 'swine' even though they (the readers) have been largely non-existent so far. But who knows... things may improve and my blog could suddenly get a zillion hits and get bought out by one of the really big guys for a zillion green backs. Hope rises eternal...
So what's there to laugh about? Hmmmmmm.....Hey, maybe I have lost my sense of humour after all and find nothing to laugh about in life. Now that is sad!
I have decided to digress... and write random thoughts.
Such as... my gym calling me up to find out why I have been missing in action for the last fortnight!!! Imagine that! They are more concerned about me losing money, and adding to my avoir dupois, by my not gymming than I am - and it's my hard earned dough after all. Very touching and very impressive, don't you think? I think it's because they wanted me to extend my three month membership to a six month membership for an additional 8000 bucks plus change and they had to do it by the 8th of this month. Ha ha!
It's all about the money!!! My bank tried very hard to get me to buy 50 grams of gold (at a discount natch!) because it's considered lucky to buy some form of metal during yesterday and today. Having been persuaded into agreeing (considering it an investment for my so far non-existent daughters-in-law!!!) I hauled ass to the bank this hot and muggy morning to be told I had missed the deadline by 30 minutes! The auspicious time to buy some of the precious metal had expired. I was told in very consoling tones by a very young 24 year old that I could choose to invest in other forms of investment - pension plans maybe???
Babus (bureaucrats) never cease to amaze me. Here we were, wandering around (in 104F heat) like lost souls in Khan Market looking for a Western Union. Having spied the distinctive board hanging above a bank, we went in and asked if we could claim the money sent to us from across the seven seas. No, said a surly old man without even looking up. Why not, I asked? Because we don't do Western Union replied he.But there is a board hanging outside your bank, I protested. So what, said he? We don't do Western Union - board or no board. Go look for another bank! End of matter. I retreated chastened - totally overwhelmed by this attitude that is so beautifully summed up in the phrase "We are like that only!" Long live MTV, who really got to the core of what being Indian is all about!