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You know what happens when an idea gets entangled with several other ideas that are vying for attention? They all, put you to sleep. And that's exactly what happened when my friend and I went to watch a fiasco called American dreamz, a one man show by some guy who's serious going through an identity crisis. Also as my friend pointed out, "seriously needs help".

The ideas were all there and I guess even the presentation was, but what ruined the play — too many thoughts that cluttered the mindscape. It was a juvenile attempt. Why? Well, simply because all throughout the prime theme was America bashing, if not that then it was poor ol' George Bush (GB). Okay, may be we all love the occassional GB joke but blaming him for every wrong from global warming to people's behaviour? That was, I felt, uncalled for. Also, it clocked more than two hours!!!

Unlike my friend, I liked parts that I thought were simply good, almost bordering brilliance — the theatrics — I'm complimenting. Like the part where he shows the clipping of Global warming and then does a spoof of a wealthy American. That depiction holds so true for all us egoistic souls who want things not because we need them, but because the material possession will define our luxurious lifestyle. When he point out the cigar and says it's not that he can't buy a cheaper one but then why'd he want to be stressed seeing someone else smoke 'his' cigar. The I,Me, Myself syndrome???

Frankly speaking, it was a play about the selfish human that resides in all of us, the degree matters. Throw in a few characters — all played by this Kaye guy — who emphasise on core theme. Bad co-ordination. The clippings followed by his monologues. Long ones at that. (there were a few bold ones who sat in the front row and enjoyed a blissful nap) Not just that but setting high expectations did him in to. Almost shouting "not for the weak-hearted", "turn off your phones or I won't be responsible for breaking any that ring"at the beginning of the play, was uncalled for. Because and I quote my friend again, "a 10-year-old could do this!"

And what's with his obession with 911. Copying a forward and giving the same gyaan again, why??

A rather long, dragged performance. That's what this was. Why would I watch a three-hour long play that is so negative, reminds me of someone who has a lot of soul-searching to do and who likes to blame the wrongs on others. Time for a reality check? I'd ask him to list 5 things he's done that've made this world a better place. Why wait for Bush to lead you, man?

Paws that left a mark

White with patches of brown near the nose he showed traces of the naughty brat he'd turn out to be. He boarded the bus with his care-taker, a boy of nine or 10, followed by his mum who carried not just her hand bag, but also her son's tiffin carrier. Several seats were empty on the bus. Somehow, I sensed they'd sit next to me. Not all of them, just the mother. She nudged her way and sank into the seat. Comfortable.

Liquid eyes met mine and it was puppy love, literally. Let's call him fluff. He clung to the
boy's right shoulder, unsure yet seemingly safe, clutching the indigoed-white school
shirt. Tiny beady eyes that said lots without uttering a woof!

I sat like a stiff old woman not wanting to create a fuss over the cute little thing. So, yes, I felt funny not reacting. Acting snooty and doing very well, thank you. Others, meanwhile had a good look at fluff and the identical twins sitting diagonally opposite us even had a hushed conversation ohhh-ing and ahhh-ing mid sentence. The boy brimmed with pride, a kind of innocent pride, you only find in kids when they are proud of their new dress or pet. He was pet-proud and why not he had just adopted a white 'healthy' stray. Or his pet had finally decided to adopt him.

Fluff may have a new name by now, but that day he was just called 'doggy' by his owner-friend. I've never come across a well-behaved kid( pup). I mean, he just plonked himself between the school bag, handbag and the woman's arm.So, back to the liquid eyes meeting my framed ones. It was an interesting few seconds. The pup was so sure of himself, while his adopted family discussed his dietary requirements, we just looked at each other. He had this sureness that was way beyond his age. I liked his confidence or was it his adventurous streak that he decided to adopt a family? Which ever I thought he'd make a friendly, loyal companion. We instantly became friends, no not the usual kind that goes all out on PDA, we are old school, because while we just looked admiringly at one other we kept to ourselves. No leaning to pat him business for his part fluff didn't attempt to lick/sniff my brand new bag. Very civil. Very us. I approved of his
behaviour and by his manner, knew he did mine. In a strange way I felt connected to this being.
He was so like me. Kept his distance and no he didn't think I was a snob just because I refused to pat his forehead. In fact, he maintained the civility to the core. Minded himself and let his eyes do the talking.

Curiosity didn't get the better of him, for he maintained a safe distance. Someone may
have been disappointed if the dog behaved liked that with them, but I was pleasantly pleased. I'm no dog-hater, but I have issue with people who can pat a dog/cat and then sit down to eat with the same hands without caring to wash away the germs. Eww! Gross.