"Genius is in-born, may it never be still-born."

"Oysters, irritated by grains of sand, give birth to pearls. Brains, irritated by curiosity, give birth to ideas."

"Brainpower is the bridge to the future; it is what transports you from wishful thinking to willful doing."

"Unless you keep learning & growing, the status quo has no status."

Sunday, February 1, 2009


Dilip Mukerjea, writing in his book, 'Surfing the Intellect" Building Intellectual Capital for a Knowledge Economy', took the opportunity to divert from his sober route to share some life's lighter moments, which he aptly called "creative instances".

For me, if they really tickle your funny bones, then, I would dare to say that you have crossed into what researcher/entrepreneur Frans Johansson has brilliantly called the "intersectional moments", based on his excellent book, 'The Medici Effect".

To recap:

"Intersections are places where ideas from different fields & cultures meet & collide, igniting an explosion of extraordinary new discoveries."

The author believes that today's greatest innovators are likely found hanging out - actually, learning & exploring - at the intersections of diverse disciplines: biology, mathematics, business, art, & politics.

By attracting talented souls from so many different fields & cultures - poets, philosophers, scientists, architects, painters, sculptors & artisans from all over Europe to come together in Florence, Italy, between the 13th & 17th centuries - the powerful & wealthy Medici family got all these creative people in contact with one another to trade ideas & collaborate on various endeavours.

This intersection of concepts & diverse backgrounds kicked off the Renaissance, one of the most innovative eras in human history.

My point here is that humour (read: innovation) often come about when you connect two seemingly unrelated ideas or topics to come up with something funny (read: fresh & new).

In fact Dilip Mukerjea put it beautifully as a chapter in his book:

'Everything Connects to Everything Else'.

I have extracted a quick sampling from his book:

[Salvador Dali was robbed while on a visit to New York, but he managed to get a good look at the offender and was able to provide the police with a rough sketch of the felon.

For the next two weeks New York police searched for a man with a head like a horse, a fried egg on his forehead, and a sword in his mouth.]

The mayor had officially opened the one-man art show and was browsing along the paintings when he stopped with a start in front of a picture of a woman reclining nude on a couch.

“That’s my wife,” he cried. “You scoundrel. You have had my wife up here posing nude in your studio.”

The artist, a little terrified, said it wasn’t the case at all. “I painted it from memory,” he said.

[Salvador Dali took Picasso aside and said, “Excuse me friend, could I have a word in your eyeball?”]

An artist and his model were smooching on the sofa when they heard a car arrive.

“Quick, it’s my wife,” cried the artist.

“Get your clothes off and pretend we’re working.”

[Question on golf etiquette: What do you do when your opponent claims to have found his ball in the rough, and you know he is a liar because you’ve got it in your pocket?]

A touring golf professional was having a drink at the club’s bar when he was approached by a chap with a white cane and dark glasses who introduced himself as a golf champion.

“I am a champion of the Blind Golfers’ Association and as one champion to another, I would like to challenge you to a match which could be a fund-raiser for the blind.” He said he didn’t want any favours and told the pro he was keen to play for S$50 a hole.

The embarrassed pro tried to avoid the challenge, but the blind man was so insistent he finally agreed.

“Okay, when will we play?” he asked.

“Any night. Any night at all.”

[In a very respectable hotel the old bloke in charge of the cloakroom had been in the job for years and never bothered to give a ticket when coats were handed over to him.

A reporter got interested in him and asked the manager how the old geezer kept track of so many coats without dockets.

“Oh, don’t worry about old Ted. He’s been doing the job for years. Never had a complaint,” said the manager.

The reporter decided to put him to the test on the next busy Saturday night. When leaving he asked for his coat and when he received it he said, “How do you know if this is my coat?”

“I don’t,” replied Ted.

“Then why did you give it to me?” said the reporter with a hint of triumph.

“Because that’s the coat you gave to me, sir,” said Ted.]

“How long have you been wearing that corset, Fred?”

“Ever since my wife found it in the car,”
he replied.

[A lawyer and his wife were out walking when a blonde on the other side of the street waved and blew him a kiss. The wife demanded to know who she was.

“Oh, I just met her recently. Professionally of course,” he said.

“Whose profession, yours or hers?” said the wife.]

The lovers were entwined in a passionate embrace on the loungeroom floor when suddenly a car was heard coming up the driveway.

“Quick!” the woman shrieked. “That will be my husband. He’s a policeman and he’s twice as big as you.”

He companion hopped about frantically and said, “Where’s the back door?”

“We haven’t got one,” she replied.

“Well, tell me quickly,” he said, “where would you like one?”

[All the images in this post are the intellectual property of Dilip Mukerjea.]

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