Everybody around me had a vocation yesterday from coding to ironing clothes . I was too restless to warm the couch so I took a cab to the nearest Farmers market (that’s the American version of Indian haat ). It's a place where farmers come and sell their products .The smell of churros (hot cinnamon sticks ) filled my nostrils and pansies’ in the corner looked all bright n pretty.The place had everything from fresh live stock to creamiest dairy.There were several kiosks as well with games promising 5 ft stuff toys as prizes (hard to resist. Right ??)
I played dart, hand wrestled plastic arms, mis-spelled Mississippi ,squirted waterguns and before i realized i was standing among lots of people.They were all looking at a raised section of floor which worked as a make do stage. A man in a tux (completely different then the usual rugged torn jeans worn by one and all ) had a microphone in one hand and a stick in other .He was inviting volunteers .I looked around and found a small board in the corner of the stage,which read
“James kellog jr Hypnotist show “
Hmm interesting. I have always been curious about the subject and what better way to experience it then volunteering for it .So before I knew I was sitting with a group of 9 other excited homo sapiens who wanted to experience or prove Mr Kellog all wrong.Which sect I belonged to is a difficult statement to make. I did smile and waved to the crowd on being told to do so.I distinctly remember that the host started the segment with welcome notes and disclaimers.We did what we were told.
Relaxed our bodies.Shook hands.Stood up.Sat down.
Zzap.Blank.(maybe not blank) .
Barked like dogs. Got scared with so called rain.Jumped make belief whoops.
Zzap.Blank.(maybe not blank) .
and waived back thanked our host and walked down.
So lemme wait and watch
and maybe…maybe..just maybe I might share
:)
