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).
Since I don't have a bike and the library is nearby, I always walk to the library. Yesterday I started for the library and I saw one of my colleague”s Activa. This was not all, I also saw her.
"This is luck man", I said to myself and frantically shouted at her. She looked at me and smiled. The next logical question would have been," What is she doing near my home?" So I ran towards her and shot the question," Please, can you drop me to the library. It will require a small detour from your route to home". She asked me whether I knew where she lived and the answer was negative. She gave me her address and I said," Good, the library falls in your way to home. Now can you can drop me to the library without taking a detour."
She accepted the offer and muttered something in gujrathi which only a gujju may have understood. Although I am not a gujju, I took her words as some really lengthy version of YES and captured the pillion rider's seat.
Surprised my ability to understand Hindi, English, Marathi and Gujrathi, she said nothing in Hindi, English, Marathi or Gujrathi during the whole journey. Within few minutes, the library came and I decided to say the all needed courtesy goodbye. She replied by," I never thought you were one of those intellectual types." I informed her that I did not belonged to that group and the only close resemblance between them and me were the thick specs which were awarded to me for religiously watching late night programming on TV.
She told me the reason of her confusion were not the specs but my deep desire for knowledge. I assured her that I am a normal middle class Indian by giving her the book, which I had borrowed, from the library. She turned a few pages, looked at me and with utter disbelief asked me," What is this?" I told her," Just to refresh your memory. It is known as Comics, Auntyji". Auntyji got the message and told me," I got it. That's the reason". I asked her to share the enlightenment achieved by her by flipping Tintin and she told me," I always thought why does a guy like you does not has a girlfriend. Sometimes I felt you are one of those Dostana types. But now I understand. Its ok. Twelve years old kids don't have girls on their minds"
To sum up
Evolution is a slow process. Boys cannot handle girls and comics at the same time. Hence, they have to choose one. Those who choose comics are condemned to remain boys forever and those who choose girls are condemned for life.
