A midnight rant – Lays, Philosophy and Bill Cosby

You may find this post a pointless rant. I started off this post as a book review of Bill Cosby’s ‘Time Flies’ but ended up writing about Lays. It is 1:30 AM in the morning and I am super sleepy. Don’t blame me.

I finished Bill Cosby’s ‘Time Flies’ a couple of days back. I bought the book for two reasons. 1) There weren’t many choices. Bill Cosby’s familiar face loomed out of a dozen chick lit and magazines. 2) It was just 20 rupees. While reading the book, I had some mixed feelings. The whole book was like one big stand-up comedy that I couldn’t relate to. May be if read at an older age, the book would make sense to me. Cosby talks about aging and his perspective on adjusting to middle age life. I had a few chuckles here and there, and some laugh-out-loud moments. But that was it. I wondered if I really should have bought it in the first place. That reminded me of my Lays Packet philosophy.

You see, I have a simple philosophy. When you buy Lays with 20% chips and 80% air for 20 rupees, you don’t have to think twice when you buy even the most tattered old book in the platform-side book shop for the same price. I proposed a similar theory way back in stone age when the price of silver/gram was just eleven rupees. I told my sister, why can’t people buy a gram of silver instead of buying a Lays packet every time? (I know, I know I churn out a lot of mad theories and philosophies. You’re welcome.). She said it just doesn’t work that way. A lot changed after that. I got wiser and churned out more crazy theories. Silver and Gold rates shot up and so did the BP rates of many parents who were saving up for the weddings of their 10 year old daughters. My sister came up with more ways to refute my theories. More than just “it doesn’t work that way”. One thing hasn’t changed in all these years. Lays. Sure, they have come up with a dozen more coloured flavours (Yellow and red, my favourite) nothing short of a rainbow. But they still pack more air than actual chips.

You tear open the plastic cover and a gush of air enough to power a windmill comes out of it. You look inside and all you see is this dark abyss. Some where under the depths of the cover, you dig your fingers and stumble upon some chips. You finish eating the chips faster than you can actually say ‘Lays’. OK where was I ? Yea, the book. I have wasted hundreds of tens and twenty rupees on Lays through out my college life. So, a mere twenty rupees on this book is not that big a deal. At least I got a few laughs out of it. When I become old and wise(r), I may probably appreciate the book. So, that’s my point. Now, thank you so much for wasting your precious time on this post. I did warn you at the beginning of the post. 😉

P.S : Dear Lays manufacturers, don’t take it too hard. I actually like Lays. And some day you can pull this off..

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