Absurdities

This post is not about Surds. I grant that many surds may be absurd in their own right, but this is not about them.
This ejaculation of unwanted wisdom is about things beyond explanation. Absurdities are those diversions from the norm, those happenings defying logic, those acts going beyond conventional wisdom. Absurdity is an Australian player called "Miao Miao", absurdity is Sherlyn Chopra, absurdity is ghost-driving-broomsticks. Absurdity is good. Mostly. As the the guy in goggles and red shirt on Orkut says: "Normal is boring". And right he is. Normal indeed is inane, bland, tasteless and remarkably unfunny. And that is what makes absurdity so refreshing.
I remember devoting a precious hour of my life once on what seemed a very weighty intellectual issue. "What is normal?". Think about it. What is normal ? "A line drawn at a right angle to the figure", says the smart guy. Screw his ass. I actually remember the exact backdrop of this conundrum. Like all great breakthroughs, my inspiration came from Facebook. It was during a conversation with a friend that I remember using the word abnormal. "You are abnormal you know" was what I had said. And in my defense, I believed I had reason enough. The guy had posed in the most ridiculous of manners in pictures of him on the site. And to top it off, wrote captions in Bollywoodish English for each of them. This act, a rather tasteless and insanely dumb transgression of the unsaid boundaries of narcissism, seemed to me, absurd. Abnormal. And I told him so. I remember then proceeding to tell other people about this. And they all seemed to agree. Though at different levels of affirmation. The "apple from the tree on falling on head" moment happened, however, an hour later. Those ludicrous snaps of our "absurd" subject had been commented upon by a girl. A girl with a nose, mouth, two pairs of limbs and two breasts. "Wow! You look hot!" it said. Simple, undiluted words of praise. It was it this very moment that the million dollar question surfaced. My assumption of what was abnormal had been questioned. Albeit by a girl with a blunt nose, disfigured mouth, pair of fat-laden limbs and sagging breasts. It implied in essence that my assumptions about normalcy may not be correct either. An hour of intense rumination ensued. It led to one life-changing revelation: Normalcy is not an universal phenomenon. And neither is abnormality.
It is probably this subjective element of absurdity that makes it so appealing. What's absurd to me may not seem so to you. And it should not. Beyond the rights of free speech and free blogging, is that one unsaid privilege that we all enjoy, the right to free thought. And so all of us are free to use our own discretion, we decide what is normal and what is absurd. If "Miao Miao" or "Woof Woof" is what you want to call your child. Go ahead, do it. It's your brain. You are the sole decider of its terms of use. Fuck the rest.
All said and done, absurdity remains an essential part and parcel of our lives. It's what makes each moment different. It's what makes us laugh and cry. The Tushar Kapoors of the world are the ones who make our lives that much more livable. So go ahead and embrace absurdity with open arms. I promise you a better life.