PJ's - An Environmental Hazard or A Creative Genius?!?!

If anyone of you choose to believe PJ’s are annoying, infuriating, irritating, exasperating and acts of the jobless, redundant and the useless, then such people belonging to this rather erroneous school of thought are indeed very sadly mistaken. Such cynics do not reserve any right whatsoever to malign and slander this lately discovered proficiency, mastered by a handful of geniuses. PJ’s are the consequence of the uncommon nature of common sense and not merely futile minds, as some skeptics would believe. Cracking PJ’s of high caliber is surely not within the inherent capability of the ordinary (note: Skills can be acquired). You need to be extra-ordinary (split the words) for that. To be a successful PJ cracker, the PJ cracker and sanity need to move along in parallel lines. Any sort of a tryst between wisdom and PJ’s would certainly be very detrimental to the quality of the ‘creative-genius’. If you are under the erroneous impression that answering PJ’s is a child’s play, then I earnestly and sincerely request you to please clear all such misconceptions at the earliest. Even PJ’s of mediocre brilliance can show you stars in broad daylight, let alone ones par excellence. A rare concoction of guts, courage, stupidity, inanity, chronic mental disorder and a flash of occasional brilliance (note: you don’t need persistent brilliance) is a pre-requisite to even stand a chance to answer them. Only a rare kind of species is endowed with such a concoction of exceptional qualities. I can effortlessly prove to you the fact that answering PJ’s is not at all easy by any scope of imagination. And if you still obdurately prefer to defy reality (reality is meant to be defied), then answer this ‘simple’ question – “Once there was an animal race. Just as the race began, the elephant fell and yet won the race. HOW?” When he fell, uska popat hua ….. Since he became a ‘popat’, he flew and reached the finish line and won the race. I don’t think just one PJ drove the nail. Try decoding one more from my collection of rare masterpieces only to be sure as to what makes me such an ardent aficionado of PJ crackers. A person had 2 cigarettes and neither matches nor a lighter. Yet he managed to smoke the cigarette. HOW?? The answer to this million-dollar question is – the person threw one cigarette in the air and caught it. …. because catches win matches, he got the needed matches and lit the cigarettes….. Amazing!! Isn’t it?? How many of you intelligent, wise, normal and logically sound people could answer this question? I bet only the insane, unintelligent, dain bramaged … err … I mean brain damaged would have managed some sort of an answer. You need to be illogically logical for all these. Only those belonging to the former mentioned species are in the reckoning to manage any sort of an answer.

Despite reading so much of educative literature, you people still are unable to tell me why is 10 scared of 7. It is so difficult to even realize something as straightforward as ‘seven eight (ate) nine’, and yet you deliberately neglect to afford this art the acclaim and accolades it deserves for reasons best known to you. So henceforth before you imprudently write off any skill, do make an effort to consider the rarity of the attributes that go in to the making of such a refined genius. My innumerable efforts to fathom the rationale underlying the derision towards this talent have been rendered futile.

If any of you are on the verge of banging your heads against the walls or tearing this magazine into minute shreds or damaging it beyond recognition after witnessing only a trailer of a highly specialized art, then please ‘STOP’. There is a lot of other quality stuff on the other pages that do not deserve to go unread. Do not pronounce to other innocent writers, the punishment that one criminal deserves who managed to frustrate the daylights out of scores of readers.

And now after being strongly inspired by some unprecedented information provided to you by an accomplished stalwart of this sphere, you inexplicably managed to discover that Amitabh Bachchan would say “Cheeni Kum” to call a Chinese towards him. However this doesn’t afford you even an iota of liberty to associate yourself with the league of extraordinary gentlemen and gentlewomen. One needs to prove himself consistently over a period of time to deserve any association with the elite class.

PS: The above piece of highly imaginative and creative writing is an unintentional consequence of unrestricted wandering of the inherently futile brain of the writer and is an intentional tribute to a proficiency that’s unfortunately being looked down upon disdainfully and scornfully by some cynics and pessimists who miserably fail to acknowledge a sphere involving a very high degree of dexterity and caliber.