Hypocrites! Huhhh !

Well, I have hated the hypocrites all my life n I just hate them…! why do you have to act something that u r not! Try n be urself… no matter what u r…no matter who u r…n no matter where u r…!

Remember the story… the man who cud speak 1000 languages as fluently as any native wud…he lies to ppl about his native language for reasons better known to him n those who actually remember the story…He decides to challenge the kingdom to reward the guy who could guess his mother tongue aptly. The knowledgeable king decides to take up the challenge n plans to kick him hard while the guy is deadly asleep… the man screams n yells ‘aaaai ga’ n the kingdom celebrates the success…!

Well, the moral of the story is that, like all, this man too has an inner conscience that governs the subconscious brain thats just like a thread spawned (for better understanding) inside him n says to him, “hey guy u speak marathi, n that’s what u are!”. N ur inner conscience just cant lie! Heeeheeee…

I remember standing at our very own pmt bus-stand and waiting for another crowded bus to come… the 45 degree tilted bus just arrived n I got into the bus… n u know of the pmt busses… they manage to give u an illusion of being blinded n also deafened just the same microsecond! I moved ahead towards the conductor just when this silly lady came ahead n mashed my foot below those mudded slippers…n I yelled at the top of my voice “silly, lost ur brains!!! Vedi aahes kaaaa!” grrr… huhhh! She embarrassed, bent n said “sorry ga maddam”…Well, now those who have been trampled over like that might know the twinge n wud for sure sympathize with me… n even if no one does(sympathize I mean)… I still know that’s how m supposed to react when someone goes insane, n in this way!!

Like the man in the story, I have a (clear) conscience as well, n yess…mine also never lies! Heeeheeee…

I incidentally happen to remember an incident at the grand Blue Diamond Hotel. There was this huuuuge but very stylish, urbane n classy lady, whose face hid, deep below those 6 nerolac layers… enuff to paint my whole 1600 sq ft house… (the rented one I mean… n the one for which my sis pays! ) I just saw her looking at me n tried smiling back… basic etiquettes u c! But I guess her registrations for those corporate free n compulsory etiquette courses had gone for a toss… damn! huhh!!

I sat ordering a coupla things while the massive err… madame just came n huffed me, puffed me from the front n trampled my feet with those high pointed heels n with all the might that she had (!!!!)… now u shud imagine the huge might m talking of…of those heavy pounded nerolac layers! A tiny squeal nearing a whisper, but with a lot of poise, n an expansive smile trying to hide the lethal pain I felt, came out of me n I said, “dun worry! that’s ok :)” ! n I meant that because I dint want to sound loutish! Happens! Wat if she dint apologize! M sure she wud have, had it occurred to her mind! That actually was ok with me. U ppl ! Huhhh !

By the way, what do ppl mean when they say “A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory”! Ne clues?