For some odd reason, the Sandman had invited me to go to his function....or rather to SamaBhava's function.
For some even odder reason, and despite many odds like Bhao-guzzling, brittle bones, stoopid bus serivce, extortionist auto-wallahs and Great Indian Chunkubaaz, I went.
Now, being the weirdest and most awesome looking individual at the venue, it was no wonder that the good people wanted to my identity. It also goes without saying that, with the same degree of inevitability as the Great Indian Chunkubaaz's baldness, they all stumbled on my name. After several rounds of parley, they decided on Biswajitji.
Well, I had no problems on Biswajit, but I drew the line at Ji. I complained. I said "Good people, don't call me Ji, I am, after all, the Sandman's classmate."
Looks of utter and complete bewilderment soon descended on the multitude.
So, I had no other option than to explain "You see, good people, I look old, I feel older, but..and this is an important but...the Esteemed Nutters of the Parental Persuasion claim that I am actually not "that old". However, it would be remiss of me not to point out the fact that I am pretty sure that they are liars. I base my theory upon the fact that they claim that I am their son, though all evidence suggests that I was probably exchanged while I was a wee fat baby. There is no other earthly justification to my presence in this family of loonies."
After several minutes of silence, probably to break said silence, one of the multitude enquired about my neck.
"I am glad you asked. You see, good people, over in JaiTelenganaland, there is this Lady whose name is She Who Must Be Obeyed. One day, while discussing the metaphysics of potato, I happened to call her a bourgeois.
So, she threw a chair at me.
Though writhing in pain on the floor, I couldn't help but add that this was the precisely the sort of behaviour that hastened the onset of that Revolution with its ideals of Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonable Priced Love! and a Hard Boiled Egg!!
So she hit me with a pressure cooker - and this is the result."
They felt so sorry for me that I got invitations to a swimming pool.
For some even odder reason, and despite many odds like Bhao-guzzling, brittle bones, stoopid bus serivce, extortionist auto-wallahs and Great Indian Chunkubaaz, I went.
Now, being the weirdest and most awesome looking individual at the venue, it was no wonder that the good people wanted to my identity. It also goes without saying that, with the same degree of inevitability as the Great Indian Chunkubaaz's baldness, they all stumbled on my name. After several rounds of parley, they decided on Biswajitji.
Well, I had no problems on Biswajit, but I drew the line at Ji. I complained. I said "Good people, don't call me Ji, I am, after all, the Sandman's classmate."
Looks of utter and complete bewilderment soon descended on the multitude.
So, I had no other option than to explain "You see, good people, I look old, I feel older, but..and this is an important but...the Esteemed Nutters of the Parental Persuasion claim that I am actually not "that old". However, it would be remiss of me not to point out the fact that I am pretty sure that they are liars. I base my theory upon the fact that they claim that I am their son, though all evidence suggests that I was probably exchanged while I was a wee fat baby. There is no other earthly justification to my presence in this family of loonies."
After several minutes of silence, probably to break said silence, one of the multitude enquired about my neck.
"I am glad you asked. You see, good people, over in JaiTelenganaland, there is this Lady whose name is She Who Must Be Obeyed. One day, while discussing the metaphysics of potato, I happened to call her a bourgeois.
So, she threw a chair at me.
Though writhing in pain on the floor, I couldn't help but add that this was the precisely the sort of behaviour that hastened the onset of that Revolution with its ideals of Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonable Priced Love! and a Hard Boiled Egg!!
So she hit me with a pressure cooker - and this is the result."
They felt so sorry for me that I got invitations to a swimming pool.
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