When the average person turns on the news, they get to see disturbing pictures of the trouble in Lebanon. There are people homeless, displaced, clueless and trying to escape so that they can save whatever sanity they have. Another event still continues to compete for air time. 'Head butting'! Just when I start to think that the world is sick and tired of it,I am proved wrong. An English jockey headbutted his poor horse on the nose. I saw the footage on one of the news channels. The guy was riding this horse that seemed to have a mind of its own. He then gets down disgustedly, looks the animal in the face and butts it's nose with his helmet protected head! The poor animal just stared back in bewilderment. I find it a little difficult to buy the possibility of the horse having insulted the rider!
A small French recording company has come out with a song called 'Le Coup de Boule' (The headbutt ). One nice blogger has posted the French lyrics along with her translation of the lyrics to English, right here : http://etiennemarcel.blogspot.com . The video( or rather a whole collection of 'Coup de Boule' videos can be viewed at the undisputedly popular www.youtube.com ). An Irish travel company has come up with a slogan ,'Use your head like Zidane'.
Clearly, the world needs a new obsession! For a while George W. Bush giving the German Chancellor a condescending back massage took some of the attention away from 'le coup de boule'. On the Indian front we have stories of 'Moles in the Prime Minister's Office', 'Let Men in the Air Force' , 'The Office of Profit Bill' which the President refuses to sign and several others. Apparently 'le coup de boule' is still important enough to get air time even after FIFA announced it's decision on the matter, and Zidane and Materrazzi are on holiday with their respective families.
So what do we obsess about now? Do we need to introspect and obsess with ourselves? I'd rather not, it can make one self-delusional ! It's quite apparent that the universe is urging us, almost begging us, to move on with our lives and find something purposeful to do. I can imagine the sculpture of 'The Thinker'(located, very aptly, in France) shaking his head dismally. I can also hear William Shakespear shouting from his grave, 'What fools these mortals be'