Rally

In a game of tennis, and also in table tennis, when the two opponents have a go at each other with a continuous string of shots, one after another, for a rather long duration of time, it is called a rally. The official meaning(basically the one copy-pasted from Wikipedia) of the word Rally goes like this...

A rally starts with the serve and the return of the serve, followed by a sequence of continuous shots until the point is won by either player

It is a very testing situation, as with all situations that require focus and patience  simultaneously. A rally is 'almost' to tennis , what a stalemate is to chess. "Almost" because obviously, in a rally, one of the opponent gets away with a point. I per se, am not a big fan of sports. Neither do I have any affiliations to any political party. Besides, I'm just waiting for another hour to pass before I can gorge on some delicious Ela-ada in my college mess, today being Thursday. 

So, I have no clue of as to why I am ranting about rallies.Or, I'm supposed to give an impression that I have no clue, except I apparently do have a clue. Well, sort of... But it's got nothing to do with Tennis or politics. 

Ever been in a situation where you're talking to someone else, and suddenly, the other person involved in the conversation passes a sarcastic comment (or so you think), and then, you pass a sarcastic comment, and then the other person passes another sarcastic comment, after which you pass another sarcastic comment, just for the heck of one-upping the other person? And if you remember correctly, in case you've had an experience of this nature, such a conversation goes on pointlessly, and rather endlessly, until one of you realizes 

"What the hell are we talking about?"

Usually, that thought comes to neither of the parties involved in the conversation; the conversation, that has turned into a fight... But then what are friends for? Watching the conversation heating up, a friend usually comes up and breaks up the conversation, and then, everybody parts ways and lives happily ever after. Either that, or in the very rarest of rare occasions, the "What the hell are we talking about?" realization strikes one of the two arguers, if not both. If the realization strikes both the sides, then that is the definition of a Blue-Moon night! On this occasion, the moon is blue in color. Strange as it sounds, every occurrence of a Blue-Moon has coincided with a New(No)-Moon day, also known as Amavasya in Hindi/ Sanskrit.

All this, just because one of the fellows in the conversation misinterpreted the other's tone/ way of talking.  Or maybe, the other person was actually being sarcastic. You never know. 

But imagine if someone was being sarcastic, and one took their tone as being serious. In such cases, the shit that follows is usually epic. And besides, the person who thinks that the sarcastic person is serious, is actually pretty low on the IQ scale. Woah! That almost feels like a confession. Moving on!

Another case is when two people talking to one another are both being sarcastic. Or so is what either of them think. Or maybe  both are serious and both are under the  impression that the other is being sarcastic. And hence, begins another rally. I call this the "LAME rally". Both the parties are at each other's neck, volleying one lame comment after at each other. 

There are two ways out of this conversation. After a string of lame comments from either side, either of the sides has nothing more to make comments about the other. And then, there is a silence... a.k.a That Awkward Moment.

Both the sides stare at each other, and all of a sudden, they both fall to the ground in a fit of laughter. And everyone around keeps wondering "What the hell just happened??".

The second way out of the "Lame rally" is when the conversation gets so lame that random strangers come and break up the conversation. Sorry. No friends ever.. EVVER come to the rescue of twp people in a "Lame rally". The friends are always like 

"Woah! Who are these two? We don't know them!"

 I feel my friends are going to disown me after reading this. I don't know why though.