It’s a rummy feeling, what…
If you meet me this week and find me using phrases like ‘It’s rummy’, ‘Right ho’ , ‘Dash it all’ and ‘Leg it’, you’d know I’ve been bitten (again) by the Wodehouse bug.
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Cut back to childhood when my highly literary mother, her siblings and even her mother would speak of literary greats like Bernard Shaw, Shakespeare, and on the lighter side, P.G.Wodehouse. I must have been less than 10 years old when I first heard of it. As with several classics and books written in literary prose that I could not identify with in my life, my early attempts at Wodehouse failed too.
But today, re-reading the Inimitable Jeeves after a decade and a half at the least, I must say, a lady could not ask for more. Chappies and ladies and lads, mansions and palaces and tricky situations. Nagging aunts and Earls and unfathomable plots, written ever-so humorously. How could Wodehouse write so funny! Comedy is a difficult genre. To be relevant after like 6 and 7 decades is a noteworthy achievement, what?
Just this morning I woke up thinking, why, what I’d give to be Bertram Wooster if only for a day, and have my man Friday Jeeves around to fix everything in my life.
If you haven’t read Wodehouse, I may insist upon it now. On that note, ‘Toodle-oo’
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