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madness in a teacup !

Going back to "Alice in wonderland' was quite a revelation in many ways ....
You can actually relate to the characters in real life, our hidden atrocities, our eccentricities and the  inner madness ! We meet people like that in our lives and try to rationalize their behavior in a futile effort !
Like my "pagli neighbor", who makes it a point to show me her slippers each morning when I leave for work  cos that's her way of showing her loathe for me :) Of course it used to upset and provoke me to a point of retaliation , till I connected it to mad Hatter's party !

A Mad Tea-Party

There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over its head. `Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,' thought Alice; `only, as it's asleep, I suppose it doesn't mind.'
The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: `No room! No room!' they cried out when they saw Alice coming. `There's plenty of room!' said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.
`Have some wine,' the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. `I don't see any wine,' she remarked.
`There isn't any,' said the March Hare.
`Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it,' said Alice angrily.
`It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited,' said the March Hare.
`I didn't know it was your table,' said Alice; `it's laid for a great many more than three.'
`Your hair wants cutting,' said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.
`You should learn not to make personal remarks,' Alice said with some severity; `it's very rude.'
The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he said was, `Why is a raven like a writing-desk?'
`Come, we shall have some fun now!' thought Alice. `I'm glad they've begun asking riddles.--I believe I can guess that,' she added aloud.
`Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?' said the March Hare.
`Exactly so,' said Alice.
`Then you should say what you mean,' the March Hare went on.
`I do,' Alice hastily replied; `at least--at least I mean what I say--that's the same thing, you know.'
`Not the same thing a bit!' said the Hatter. `You might just as well say that "I see what I eat" is the same thing as "I eat what I see"!'
In the end it's I see and I eat may be ! 
The funny thing is that Bongs eat everything - from water to alcohol to tea :)
In his first school in the remote village of Naliya , a little co-kindergartner mimicked Chibu by saying " Bangali ka bachcha bolta hai jol khabo! jol khabo "...I guess Chib tolerated it to a point till one day she visited our house with her mother..And Chibu took her to one corner and pinched her with a nail clipper ! Needless to say the mother never spoke to me again !
And in our office it is madness the day Chotu takes leave and we are tea -deprived !! 
Anamika took the initiative of organizing tea from a roadside stall - the chaiwallah gave her 2 options  - one, running tea, which is a one-shot tea and the other "mone raka  cha" this, as the name suggests  you will remember for some times at least !
Madness and teacups comes in all forms !

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  1. whattay gunda son you have :D

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    1. Ah yes..he was a terror ! He even threw chocolate bomb at our "pagli" neighbor, and she in turn had called the police! The police were shocked to see a 11yr old :P may be they were expecting a full fledged DON Corleone :) !

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