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Mohegan Sun

Such is the detail of the painting on the wall ... that, I discover a new meaning or a hidden image every time I ... well ... every time I take a leak!


Yep, its hung on the office restroom wall so that its about 8 inches from the leaker's face. It's as if by design, to get your 100% attention when you are at your most relaxed 50 seconds of the day. Jeez! ... think of it ... this would have been the artist's dream come true ... audience's undivided attention ... several times over in a day. The entire purpose of pin-drop quite art galleries bang in the middle of the most expensive real estate in virtually every major city of the world ... replicated to perfection, in the restroom.

But an art collector after buying an artist's work, saying "Well Sir, as a mark of my appreciation, I'll be hanging this in my office restroom", would surely not go down well with any artist. Why? ... because it's not obvious enough.

What's obvious enough is ... the importance of
MIT to an engineer. An engineer's Mecca, Tirupathi, Vatican City ... you get it. Although I got to spend just about 30 minutes there, my visit to Boston was now worth it even though I couldn't make it to Harvard nearby.

How to beat a game of chance?

Like the slot machines at the
Mohegan Sun casino. Riyad, a Jordanian, who joined me and my uncle to Mohegan Sun, had some ideas.

He tried playing three slot machines at a time ... hit the "Spin" button with each one of his ten fingers, elbow and even his head! ... gave a long thinking pause before he hit "Spin".

Of course, none of them worked :-). I bailed out after I lost $20. But determined to make a buck, were a sea of old ladies with a lot of free time and disposable retirement savings.

As another vacation came to an end, the dark air plane cabin and the dull evening sky outside the window (or was it the air pressure changes in the cabin?) seem to push me into introspective thoughts ... what the heck are u doing with your life? are u talking to yourself too much? all you are doing is gazing into the monitor for 60 days and then getting on a plane to see tall buildings (hey, thats not bad actually ;-)) ... do you have any idea about your future?

And then, out of the blue, came the most important question .. the answer to which had to be imminent and precise ... and I had always struggled to answer it before ...

What do I make for dinner tonight?

Until next time,
Raghu
http://bignbullish.blogspot.com/

PS: I had corn flakes for dinner that night ;-) Check out some photos
here.

Written on Sep 19, 2006 10:55 PM

Comments

Anonymous said…
Although a painting on the wall is a novel idea, a more attractive one would have been of the fairer sex. That would have been a ego booster for the well endowed...but i guess an embarassment for you

- Sirish
Raghu said…
@air .. thanx. will try to keep it comming :-)

@Sirish .. shantam paapam ... bidthu annoo, aa photo nalli ididiDu Virgin Mary

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