Pluck Away!!!!!!



Pluck away the Corona
The times which we are going through needs one to be ‘plucky’ and pave a new path for the future, it pays to be optimistic at times. Not in a million years did I believe that I would be so cornered as to take up my dusty old guitar and pluck away at her guts with such savage readiness. Why now???????????

The lockout  mandates that you stay cooped up indoors and bore yourself to death. I could have gone for any other direction other than my guitar as I have always done , since I bought her a couple of decades ago aspiring to be the least,half a Clapton. Our love affair hardly lasted a week after I found out that she never responded orgasmic-ally to my touch. A couple of years after that let down my mind wandered and infidelity crept in with vengeance. I got married. Amita was never overawed by her curves and played a step motherly attitude to her hollow nature.There was this mysterious coquetry which used to zip through me as I passed by her the following years.I wanted to tame this enchantress. The only way to get her back into the living room was to introduce her to my mother in law who was musically bent, bless her soul.

My sweet minlaw was a dementia patient and never had any idea about this affair running right under her nose. Aai as I called her used to croon songs in hindi and persuaded me to accompany her with the guitar straddling across my lap. I could tickle the right strings stretched across her curves as if though some divine intervention was enjoying the drama unfolding. The story ran on for quite some distance as my sweet Aai played the part of a tone deaf with an unflappable conviction just to please me. The journey hit a road block the day she couldn’t handle this charade any more and left us to sing for the Gods above. One day I will join her with my cacophony and drive the Gods southwards.  I owe atleast that much to my beautiful state of Kerala so as to keep her sobriquet true to the bone.
Born on the eve of Christmas I somehow feel that I have a genetical code linking me to the holy spirit. We the ‘spirited’ Malayalis go weak in the knees just at the thought of Bachus presiding over our landscape. The lack of spirit in one's veins makes even the Gods get bored with their chores and they get plucky.
It all started with a pluck. 
Eve was created by plucking out Adam’s rib. The  plucky virus now floats down from the heavens and infects mortals.Eve started off with the plucking business down here in connivance with a bat and the story continues even now. I still wonder as to how gullible can people be as to believe it was a snake. I still have not come across a snake which digs apples. Perhaps the first ever human typo error.If the same plucking story had been enacted in Wuhan the apple would have been spared and the snake barbecued.Spare a thought for our Chinese brothers and peace be with you
This genetic disposition I have with the holy spirit might have made me follow his steps during these trying times and get into a ‘plucky’ mode. I don’t have the strength to pluck at this wild cat from Mumbai who lives with me so it was a foregone conclusion.My guitar gently weeps……


Folks!!! Now is the time to be plucky and  channel our energy into ‘plucking’ with a little discipline Our angels in the health industry have been imploring us to use soap so as to pluck away at the protein extrusions on the Covid virus surface and inactivate them . If the Gods can be forgiven for their 'pluckitude' we puny mortals too deserve a second chance,
Pluck away!!!!!!!!!!!!




A maverick at heart

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