Yesterday I pondered, as I walked along the darkening street... "why are bras made in shape of cups when books come in all shapes. How about a cylindrical shape, I thought to myself. The thought amusing, I instinctively laughed out loud, shaking my head.
Why is it called New Delhi? It’s almost 100 years old. Shouldn’t it be Old Delhi by now?
Why is it called real estate? Is there fake estate?
Why is a boxing ring called a ring when it’s actually a square?
Why do we call it a pair of pants when there’s only one?
Why is it called a pineapple when it’s neither a pine nor an apple?
Why is it called a supermarket when most of them are not particularly super?
Why do we call it a building when it’s already built?
These are the type of questions i sometimes ponder about.