Watching the prime time antics of a certain media analyst-turned-motormouth mouthpiece has unexpectedly become a rich reservoir of pure, nutritive laughter - an absolute MUST in these Covid times.
His plump frame, dutifully covered in chequered shirts, pervades across all leading channels and leaves us in splits, but we are not quite sure what is more funny - his incessant nods, his prehistoric spectacles, or the daily dosage of his flotsam and jetsam arguments in a futile attempt to absolve his employers by default.
Having heard a bagful of tales about his 'awesome' wit and wisdom from some of his illustrious former colleagues - facebook journos of some repute themselves, proud '10 percent' real estate tycoons, and die hard members of the mutual admiration club - the tomfoolery in loose motion comes as no surprise.
I have fond memories of having been offered the cushy role (unpaid of course) of a property agent for Mr. Plump (along with a snappy wisecrack by the facebook journalists aimed at the deprived tribe - "wonder why he needs a property in a godforsaken location like Thane?") ...and imagine, I had the temerity of rejecting the offer from a '10 percent' luminary. How dare I? 100 percent Homeless Hopeless Loser!
Mr. Plump, enjoy your prime time fame, but do mull over what Agatha Christie's brainchild Hercule Poirot told us long back: The truth, it has the habit of revealing itself...and when it does, you'll be reduced to a joke, a big one at that.
As for the facebook journos, their insatiable appetite for orchestrated adulation (so also their startling, new-found love for animals, plants, food, and environment, and the sheepish tributes to the dead and departed) soaring high on the wings of borrowed wisdom and fake humility has reduced them to another joke - not as toxic as the first joke, but certainly more tragic given their inherent talent and linguistic skills, a priceless gift of impeccable lineage, as also the outcome of their tireless and sincere effort during student years, and unconditional devotion to work during formative employment stints.
The visionary poet William Blake said it best:
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
We hope our friends know what is more than enough while they are yet in their prime time, beyond which no amount of perfunctory applause will help surmount the pangs of regret, in brooding over what the unspent force could have fetched but didn't.