Wednesday, April 11, 2012
got mugged! ahem... well almost!
I was standing there, near a big table. There was this old man shouting on the phone to the person on the other end.
"how dare did that guy write such a thing to my daughter? He has used such foul language and you have done nothing about it."
The constable on duty wasnt showing any sign of what was happening. To him, probably this is a routine affair. This old man was going non-stop. The wife of the man and their daughter were sitting there weeping, holding a piece of paper.
Losing patience, I ask the constable if I can see that sheet of paper. He asks the ladies to show it to me. They refuse. I demand. The constable then snatches it from them and shows it to me. The sheet of paper contains scribbled notes all over it and has a small passage of about 3-4 lines separately circled and some words on it struck with a pen. It looks like a sheet of paper on which some friends had exchanged notes and thoughts. It also looks like a very close pair of friends who must have written things to each other. The language is some kind of a mixed dialect of english and other vernacular, but written in english script. There are enough expletives spilled all over. The encircled passage is just another such note on that sheet of paper. It is easily guessable that the struck portions must contain some objectionable words. The old man is still on the phone.
After seeing the paper all over and flipping it a few times, it struck me. This is one of those sheets which must have been used by me to exchange thoughts with some friend who must have been present with me. Yes, this was at the concert last week. I attended the concert with a good friend from college. For want of decency and to avoid disturbances during a program, it is a practice that we exchange thoughts and discuss things about the program or otherwise, on paper and not vocally. There are a million such pieces of paper all over my bag, my desk, my bedroom, at home! One fine morning, they would all go to the trash can. How did this one sheet escape and reach here!
I got furious. In plain loud words "This does not say anywhere that I have written this to this girl in question. This does not even say I wrote this. I can tell you that I did write this. This is not written in english, but in a private language we use in our college. And, it is for a friend of mine and as it is not english, if outsiders read this and understand in the fashion they want, I am not responsible fo this. If you wish to pursue this issue anymore, I will file a case of intruding into my privacy and nuisance. I will also make sure that you will not have a peaceful life hence." I declare.
With the constable's permission I exit the place with the sheet of paper, dragging my mom along. Tear and throw the piece of paper in the gutter outside and leave the place on my bike.
The girl and her mom rush outside to only see me off on my bike. The old man is still on the phone...
gosh! what a dream :D
"how dare did that guy write such a thing to my daughter? He has used such foul language and you have done nothing about it."
The constable on duty wasnt showing any sign of what was happening. To him, probably this is a routine affair. This old man was going non-stop. The wife of the man and their daughter were sitting there weeping, holding a piece of paper.
Losing patience, I ask the constable if I can see that sheet of paper. He asks the ladies to show it to me. They refuse. I demand. The constable then snatches it from them and shows it to me. The sheet of paper contains scribbled notes all over it and has a small passage of about 3-4 lines separately circled and some words on it struck with a pen. It looks like a sheet of paper on which some friends had exchanged notes and thoughts. It also looks like a very close pair of friends who must have written things to each other. The language is some kind of a mixed dialect of english and other vernacular, but written in english script. There are enough expletives spilled all over. The encircled passage is just another such note on that sheet of paper. It is easily guessable that the struck portions must contain some objectionable words. The old man is still on the phone.
After seeing the paper all over and flipping it a few times, it struck me. This is one of those sheets which must have been used by me to exchange thoughts with some friend who must have been present with me. Yes, this was at the concert last week. I attended the concert with a good friend from college. For want of decency and to avoid disturbances during a program, it is a practice that we exchange thoughts and discuss things about the program or otherwise, on paper and not vocally. There are a million such pieces of paper all over my bag, my desk, my bedroom, at home! One fine morning, they would all go to the trash can. How did this one sheet escape and reach here!
I got furious. In plain loud words "This does not say anywhere that I have written this to this girl in question. This does not even say I wrote this. I can tell you that I did write this. This is not written in english, but in a private language we use in our college. And, it is for a friend of mine and as it is not english, if outsiders read this and understand in the fashion they want, I am not responsible fo this. If you wish to pursue this issue anymore, I will file a case of intruding into my privacy and nuisance. I will also make sure that you will not have a peaceful life hence." I declare.
With the constable's permission I exit the place with the sheet of paper, dragging my mom along. Tear and throw the piece of paper in the gutter outside and leave the place on my bike.
The girl and her mom rush outside to only see me off on my bike. The old man is still on the phone...
gosh! what a dream :D
