Me, Myself and Dr. Frasier Crane

Ahh, madness. This final semester is getting to be painfully peaceful. You know the oxymorons you hate? This one scores pretty high up there. Having no responsibilities or commitments is brilliant, its like a second chance at childhood. But then after a while, the humdrum daily monotony gets on your nerves.

A great way to beat the same is movies and sitcoms. Off late, Frasier helped me tackle a couple of weeks of boredom but he was ably supported by the likes of Munich and Syriana, which by the way are amazing must-see movies. I got to see two seasons of Frasier, the 7^th and the 8^th and in case you’re wondering if the 8^th season of Frasier was indeed the last one, like I thought before venturing on this voyage, you’re mistaken. Apparently there are 3 more seasons, which I came to know off only after I watched the last episode of the 8^th season with bated breath and a ready-to-say-“aww” attitude. When the episode ended abruptly and at loose ends, my worst fears, well temporarily my worst fears, ummm naah…well for that moment my worst fears, umm naah… ok my somewhat bad fears :), were confirmed. Ah, you win some, you lose some.

Frasier is a great character. He is sophisticated, a patron of the arts and best of all, he is a wine connoisseur. I think that somehow I started associating myself with the character, hoping that some day I too will be as refined in taste and moral fiber. I love the way he quotes random authors and poets. The way he speaks French. And the way he loses control when he thinks he is in love. The nonpareil hopeless romantic. And the way he acts like the egoistic and egotistic individual but yet, when the right time comes, considers the feelings of other people perhaps judging them more important than his own. But all said and done, I would never want to be Frasier. Well, first of all he is a psychiatrist ergo a believer of biology and hence inherently faulted. And secondly, he is bald… :p.

But seriously, don’t we all love the people who can appreciate the big paintings with nothing but a lonely red dot on a white canvas? And don’t we all yearn to be the guy who looks at a wine menu and with a graceful flick of the wrist is able to point to a lexically convoluted name, which by the way, turns out to be quite delightful to the palate? I don’t know about us, but I sure feel this way. Now, to learn some French to understand those names…

Egotistic. What a beautiful adjective. Just the other day, I was talking to a friend and the conversation went something like this:

Friend: Hey, is there a match today?
Me: Yeah I think so (with a rather quizzical look on my face since I didn’t know he cared to know about hostel football matches)
Friend: Oh, has it started?
Me: (Now I’m more like dumbstruck) No, junta have classes now (it was around afternoon time)
Friend: (Positively nonplussed) Huh? (Turns ever so slightly towards the common room alluding to the possible cricket match)
Me: (A few moments of silence later) Oh! (Totally laughing at myself) I have no idea da!
Friend: What the…

Perhaps I was just preoccupied. Perhaps not.

Hopeless romantic. The type that woo women with flowers and chocolates. And singing ballads. The type that wait for the ideal quintessential romantic opportunity to propose, that solitary moment which is all that the incompatible couple of time and perfection can afford. And yes, they have a way with words :D.

Now that love is in the air, something called Valentine’s Day is on the cards. Personally, I think it’s a highly contrived and commercialized concept with the prime motive to capitalize on the feelings of hapless unsuspecting couples yearning for more occasions to prove their ostensibly unending love for each other. Bah humbug. Mother’s day, Father’s day, this day and that. But it’s amazing, I wonder why the corresponding Brother’s day or Sister’s day hasn’t gained all that popularity. Perhaps there is already enough bonding between siblings? Naah, impossible. :P.

All said and done, I’m still open to the idea of someone proving to me that my theories are wrong and downright despicable. Especially the one about Valentine’s Day. Tuesday? Yes, Tuesday would be good. Maybe over a hot cup of tea. Not coffee.

Frasier: There's an incredible piece of scientific equipment known as the Tunneling Electron Microscope. Now, this microscope is so powerful that by firing electrons you can actually see images of the atom, the infinitesimally minute building block of our universe. If I were using that microscope right now, I still wouldn't be able to locate my interest in your problem.

Well anyways, its good bye for now.

And good mental health.