So I took my lonesome self to Brooklyn last evening to hear live jazz music composed/set to three silent short-films of Laurel¹ & Hardy. In retrospect, I now think I made the island hopping trip, also to go back to the Sunday mornings of middle childhood, in which I first watched those black & white, and mostly silent, comic buffoons on Doordarshan (aka TV) right before those garish but wildly popular mythological sitcoms, Ramayan and Mahabharat, hit the air.

I am happy to report that re-watching these old familiar films after years was as much fun as it was on those Indian summer mornings. Better still, for me the most gratifying thing about last night's communal experience was to hear the high pitched laughter of children mixed with those of the adults. Perhaps, this is what the imprimatur of timelessness is. And also what signs of growing old are - memory of your childhood laughter flashing when you hear children laughing.

Go watch "Double Whoopee" here, one of the films that was screened last evening. And tonight, I going to go and get me some Jesus!

[1] Is it only me who thinks the cool hipster pointy hair seen in these parts is but a variation of Laurel's cool hairstyle?