Refrain

The other day I met a physicist - seemed like a really nice chap, actually i'm sure that he is.. its just that most times when I should keep my mouth shut I cant.. If i see even teeny weeny room for a punchline, I deliver.. I'm sure most people reading this blog would have figured that out. The problem (I usually realise this when I have recovered from the sheer joy of having effected the punchline and back to standing poise from being doubled over in peals of laughter) is that I have no sense of what to say when. I kill the context as long as I'm having a ball.

I only mean it in good spirit.
Generally its their anaemic smile that gives away their true, yellow disposition.

Ok, I'm coming to the point.
As soon I came to know this guy was a physicist, I'm telling him how he must be 'the half-life of the party!'

I agree, radioactive chemistry or physics was of no great consequence to us in school... except that we always noticed the potential of something radioactive to be able to rot life away or have serious capability to blow things up. The stuff that u look up to. Something with great purpose.

Just like the time we used to wonder if we can get enough AgCl to precipitate, maybe 4-5 test tubes, we could culture just about enough silver to buy some movie tickets at esplanade.

But he's a physicist. Should at least get the drift.

What has the world come to? cant even crack a joke without having a looming, obtuse cloud of silence showing up.

some people never learn!

SK