Chapter 4

Mr. Naman today is humming a song; a song whose name he cant remember, whose lyrics he can't remember. All he remembers is the tune and it goes something like this: teh teh tehhhh the tehnnn, th th th theeeeennnnn
And with this bare piece of information, his objective for today is to reconstruct the whole song. He has planned his schedule to focus on each syllable of tune for 15 minutes. If that does not work, he intends to remember all the songs that he has listened to in the past 4 months, and in the process memorize them to avoid such future incidents like today. And finally, if he is still unsuccessful, he will write his own lyrics matching the tune, name the song himself and an extremist in him wants him to go ahead and publish this song.

In order to accomplish his mission, he has positioned himslef in an aasaan that is most fruitful for such occasions. He is lying on his favorite sofa with head resting on sofa's one sidearm and legs hanging on the other sidearm. He had not bathed in morning and had eaten a heavy breakfast, so the conditions are optimal for him to concentrate and not move for a long time. He is gazing at the ceiling and his powers of concentration are so acute that the spiders above him are planning to file an eve-teasing suite against him.

One doesnt know this but Mr. Naman by his rigorous tapas (after all he was sitting in a yogic aasana) has realized that there are always two versions of a song for each person. The first version is the true version which is the one captured by brain upon listening the song and stored in memory. The second version is what the mouth utters (aka sings). This version varies from person to person to person and in most cases differs distinctly from the original one. To circumvent this differences in versions, mankind has invented an innovative technique known as Bathroom Singing. But mankind is cleverer than it seems. More astute human(strikethrough) beings realized that people are interested in listening to these difference and hence have marketed this simple phenomenon in a form that we commonly know as Indian Idol or American Idol. "How clever of them!" says Mr. Naman.

Having stumbled across this observation, Mr. Naman has changed his plans and now he is going to devote more time in listening to already listened songs to identify this tune. He has also realized that such a gargantuan task can not be accomplished in a day. And with this plan he has consented to the idea of meditating further in his aasana (read sleep) until his mother or the housemaid stops him from becoming a sanyasin.