There are times , when you write just to know if you can , then there are times, when you write because you're expected to . Finally, there are times when you write , not really knowing why. If I say I'm writing this just for the sake of it , in lieu of passing time ,while my usual ten 'o' clock tea gives off some off its heat to the environment , and makes itself a little more bearable for my tongue, then I'm saying , what is commonly referred to as the "truth". In short, this is going to be random gibberish , which I can assume , any sane soul would/should not only ignore but also ridicule.
I've already talked about the nose here , the nose part-I , if you might recall. Why the Nose Part-II never came by ? Well, I really don't want to tell this , but I guess I need to loyal to my audience :-P. Now , I'm already anticipating the usual " What does he think of himself ?". I know the word "audience" irks you, doesn't it ? You'd be wondering at my audacity at an assumption of such humongous self vanity. Nowadays, I just can't help my humour going all cold , I think I've been sitting in the AC for too long . Bad one ! Agreed.
Coming back to the reason. Coincidentally , the very day I announced the nose to be an inevitable part of one's personality, I was gunned with a rather rude remark about my own nose , which I should confess, at the least forced me to check its validity in the mirror. With a sensation of sporadic disappointment, I consoled myself , sulked officially for two minutes and thirty seven seconds, finally stood back in my chair , and wondered at the inevitability of other physical features detrimental in determining one's personality. Eventually, I zeroed upon the tongue.
Why the tongue? Because it expels me to my blissful yesteryears and brings to my memory a certain incidence. I must have been eight , when I was forcefully admitted to the "British School of Table Manners" . The name of the school was rather ironic. The very first day , I went to the school with an expectation of finding teachers only of English origin , and with this malicious desire of making fun of their hindi, if at all they tried their hand at it in front me. Disappointingly , I couldn't find a single Brit , hence the irony. I never really got what they were trying to convey , because then , I stood perpetually confused between right and left. So, no matter how much they tried, they could never convey their point across.
to be cont..
I've already talked about the nose here , the nose part-I , if you might recall. Why the Nose Part-II never came by ? Well, I really don't want to tell this , but I guess I need to loyal to my audience :-P. Now , I'm already anticipating the usual " What does he think of himself ?". I know the word "audience" irks you, doesn't it ? You'd be wondering at my audacity at an assumption of such humongous self vanity. Nowadays, I just can't help my humour going all cold , I think I've been sitting in the AC for too long . Bad one ! Agreed.
Coming back to the reason. Coincidentally , the very day I announced the nose to be an inevitable part of one's personality, I was gunned with a rather rude remark about my own nose , which I should confess, at the least forced me to check its validity in the mirror. With a sensation of sporadic disappointment, I consoled myself , sulked officially for two minutes and thirty seven seconds, finally stood back in my chair , and wondered at the inevitability of other physical features detrimental in determining one's personality. Eventually, I zeroed upon the tongue.
Why the tongue? Because it expels me to my blissful yesteryears and brings to my memory a certain incidence. I must have been eight , when I was forcefully admitted to the "British School of Table Manners" . The name of the school was rather ironic. The very first day , I went to the school with an expectation of finding teachers only of English origin , and with this malicious desire of making fun of their hindi, if at all they tried their hand at it in front me. Disappointingly , I couldn't find a single Brit , hence the irony. I never really got what they were trying to convey , because then , I stood perpetually confused between right and left. So, no matter how much they tried, they could never convey their point across.
to be cont..
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