Stupid Spice

The idea was to watch a film. So I was at the venue, which once again happened to be O2, the site of my Led Zeppelin letdown. On the way, in the tube, I happened to notice an unusually high number of females heading in the same direction, and even getting off at the same stop. The scenario was the same outside. I ascribed it to the usual Friday night inanity that consumes this city. But it struck me as very odd, the number of girls singing the very same fucking shitty songs that I recalled as belonging to those 2-penny whores otherwise known as Spice Girls. And then to my horror, I realised that the venue was also playing host to their concert, and was hence deluged by numerous wanna-be 2-penny whores. No doubt, some of them made for a pretty sight, (un)dressed as some of them were, but I dare not go too close to any of them for the fear of being infected by stupidity. I was also struck by the heartrending realisation that I had been as close to a Led Zep concert as I had been to one of Spice Girls. Made me want to take a shower immediately, and scrub myself till the sin was washed away.

Oh, for the record, the film (Taare Zameen Par) itself was excellent. One of the best Bollywood productions I have seen. A very well done take on the pressures to excel that Indian parents put on their children, done through the angle of dyslexia. Of course, I have my own reservations about hiding behind the veneer of dyslexia to hide laziness etc, in much the same way as can be said about something like ADD. For reference, you may want to see the South Park episode where Cartman fools around a fuck-load in the name of ADD.

Stupidity is a dangerous thing to be in contact with. If you want to communicate with a moron, it becomes incumbent upon you to lower your IQ to the point where communication becomes possible. You need to "stoop" to her/his level to make them understand. Which is why I feel that the foolish person always wins. That is what makes stupidity contagious, and hence dangerous.

But then again, I often wonder about intelligence and its merits. I mean, most of the happy people I know are, well, kinda stupid. To some extent, its perhaps the idea of ignorance being bliss. But I have also noticed the streak of 'intelligent' people to overly complicate things, and life in general, and thereby always finding ways to be unhappy about something or the other. And seeing that I always proclaim happiness to be the aim of life... I wonder if I should try and turn stupid. It can't be that difficult now, can it? Damn, I missed the Spice Girls!