I tried to show compassion by saying,”Yeah!!! I understand Its India. Such things do happen.”

Thinking I shared her enthusiasm for voting, she said, “I understand it too but I am really disappointed. I love to vote and still I have never voted in the general elections. This was my first time and I didn’t got to vote even after taking my mom’s help to search my name on the voters list.  You know, I have even voted for Indian Idol and that too not once but twice”.

A couple of weeks back I joined a library. Although my friends attributed this move to a sudden mood swing personally I considered it as an essential measure to stagnate the lens number of my specs. My love for computer screen has made my eyes feel neglected. As soon as I reach office I am staring at the screen, then I reach home and I watch movie on my beloved laptop (TV in a bachelor pad is reserved for students and bachelors with fat paycheck. I am none and hence I don't have a TV).

In India traffic rules state that cars must stay on the left side of theroad. Since it is a traffic rule the cars have to stay on the right side of the road. Today, as usual I stepped out of my house for morning jogging and made the customary check for the vehicles before crossing the road. The road was blank from both the sides and it was expected that I would be able to make it to the other side of the road. As I stepped on the road, a BPO cab appeared and decided to test my decision. Not trusting my decision I ran back towards the pavement and the cab came to a screeching halt.

Yesterday I forwarded the link of blog titled Bookworm to the Bookworm. She read the blog and came immediately to my desk and said,”Look I am not the only one who smells book, there is some else like me too”

I told her that the blog is about her and I forwarded the link as a custom which I developed after one the guys in the office forwarded my Hannibal Barbie blog to Ms Hannibal Barbie. This forwarding lead to certain unbloggable incidents which I would like to reserve for my autobiography.

She looked at me, thought for a while and said,” Baloney. That blog is not written by you.”

I looked at her, thought for a while and said,” What?”

She replied,”Boloney. I have gone through his blogs. That blog is definitely not written by you. In fact, I have done some research. That guy’s id is cubicile blues and I think his name is Arren”.

I tried to reassure her by informing her that,”Look that guy’s name is not Arren because my name is not Arren and the user id cubicile blues is a typo error of cubicle blues.”

She tried to reassured me that I was hallucinating and claming someone’s else work as mine by telling me ,”I could accept your arguments but there is one distinctive feature of Mr. Arren.”

I asked her to tell me that reason and she informed me that,” I can tell you that the blog was not written by you because that guy seems to be funny”

Well!!! Can’t argue with that.

To sum up

Charlie Chaplin once entered as Mr. Charlie Chaplin in a contest for impersonating Charlie Chaplin. He came third. I tried to be prove what I am and came second. This proves that the world overrates geniuses and idiots alike.

P.S.

It seems that the link to my previous post has been broken. You can visit my previous post by clicking here. The title of the post is – Bookworm.

“Here are the books you ordered. The UK office has sent them for you. “

Busy in my daily karma I looked at the person with a couple of books in her hands,” Really!!! Didn’t I ask for them about a month back? “

The bookworm smiled and replied ,”True and I never thought they will accept your request. Anyway it’s a big company with a big heart and big overheads.”

Taking a break from my karma I decided to have a look at the books which she had left on my table. Nice cover, nice papers, nice finishing, nice book but too late to be used. So like a dedicated employee I went back to my daily karma and tossed the books behind my LCD.

After the lunch break, I returned to my chair with a decision to complete my daily karma without doing overtime. The bookworm came to my desk and asked, “So how are the books?” I told her all the nice things about the books and she looked completely astonished.

“What? You didn’t felt it? “

“Felt what?”

“The smell”

“Impossible. I use a very expensive deodorant.”

“I am not talking about that smell. In fact until now I didn’t even realised that you use a deo. I meant the smell of the books.”

“Look I use a very expensive deo  and to make it last longer I use it exactly as much as needed during the beginning the month and a bit less during the end of the month. “

“Look deoman you need to smell the books.”

I looked at her, then the calendar and calculated th at it was too late for an April fool joke. Once I became sure of that, I reached behind the LCD and a chill went down my spine.

“Hey one of the books is missing?”

“Yeah. I took it.”

“Why?”

“It smelt so good that I decided to keep it.”

Looking at the reputation the books hadachieved, I opened the book and brushed my nose to the page.

“How does it smells”’ she asked
“Exactly like gum”, I replied

She inquired, ” What wrong with your nose?” and snatched the book out of hands.“Let me check” and brushed her nose on the book. A couple of minutes later she emerged out of the book and said,”Ah!!! It feels like heaven. I find it irresistible. Try again”

To prove that there is nothing wrong with my nose I took a deep breath and took my nose to the pages. The sweet smell filled my mind and I sneezed.

“You ruined the smell. How can you do that?” she wailed.

“The same way through way which you found the smell of the book irresistible”  was my reply.

She said,“That’s it. You don’t care for the books. Hence I am going to keep the book as long as it smells good “ and left me wondering – will I smell better if dumped my really expensive deo for gum.

To sum up

Sometime I feel that my life is like a jigsaw. I have spend a lot of time putting one piece after another to complete the picture until I realised it would more fun if I watched cartoon network.

P.S.

It seems that the link to my next post has been broken. You can visit my next post by clicking here. The title of the post is – I against myself.

 Cartoon link: http://www.cartoonstock.com/directory/b/bookworm.asp?imageref=dre1234&artistadd=Reynolds%2C+Dan&add=inbasket