I watched 3 idiots the other day and walked out a very upset man (they seem to have stolen my jokes and gags) and not to mention poor Chetan’s credit. Even I want my claim of credit and I don’t mind even if it is placed before The END.
I was very like the 3 idiots and did much more then what they 3 did put together but I am still at the mercy of few good men for elevation in the hierarchy. They are perched on top of this virtual tree and all I see from where I am is you know well and even I aspire to join them (where is myself respect?).
I changed colleges, switched professions and hopped jobs and girlfriends on the call of my inner voice (which seem to have misled me). I chant allz well every time my mom taunts me when she sees my good boss giving me grief – ‘beta kaha tha na!’. I have become a little wise with time; today a colleague who was visibly upset talked back and I let it pass without screwing his happiness (which is exceptional). He returned after a while and apologised regretting or fearing (that his smile might be wiped off). Jahanpana tussi great ho… It doesn’t matter anymore… does it?
It’s freezing cold outside and I forgot the combination to open my new strolly. I was too excited to get it as a gift and in that same excitement neatly secured my best and heavy winter clothes with the key combination: 0,0,0 or was it 0,1,0 or 9,9,9. I have tried almost all the combinations: my school roll number, my school crush’s roll number, my house number, her house number, my ex’s house number etc but failed to undo the lock.
These days, strolly and I have started to exchange dialogues.
Excerpt from one of the few polite conversations.
Strolly: ‘Hi!’
Me: ‘Hello!’
Strolly: ‘So, did you get the combination?’
Me: ‘No. I can’t figure’, with a sigh!.
Strolly: ‘Do you know, you are an idiot‘,
Me: ‘Am I. Thanks’.
So much for the difficult cold times.
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