Even more of me!!

Today has been a ridiculous day for the following ten reasons:(don't blame me for this text book style. I've just been reading too much of it lately)

1. My granny and me did not say a word to each other, had our meals independently although we were not in a fight. This would have otherwise fallen under the head of 'cold war'. But since there was no 'war' per se, I'd just say, things were cold.

2. Speaking of the cold, the rhino virus seems to have tracked me down, just when I thought I had outwitted it and escaped. My nose seems to vie for the spot of water body with largest number of tributories.

3. I learnt a bit about mergers and amalgamations. Apparently the terms mean the same under the Companies act 1956, but the Income Tax Act, just got smarter! Its distinguishes the two.

4. In a long time now, I stopped checking my phone every ten seconds to see if there was a missed call or message. I've improved from what I was- there was a time when calls even from HSBC bank call centre were welcome. That provided the only proof that my cell phone performed the basic funtion of ringing!

5. I have not given my Activa a bath. Its something I've been procrastinating for days! Thank God automobiles don't suffer from body odour!

6. I had tomato flavoured top ramen with olives. The combination is not bad. But I did not find a fork, and had to adjust with a spoon. I learnt that using my fingers would have been better.

7. I can't decide if right now, I'm in a good mood or bad. Trust me thats how jobless I tend to become, even with nearly 2500 pages of heavy duty reading to do, before my upcoming exams!

8. I'm bored as hell of my clothes, half of which might dupe the census survey board to classify me in the BPL range, the other half which have become the bone of bearing the brunt of my hatred towards tailors in Chennai, and the third half(ya ya...I know, this is not a math lesson!) which makes me miss my tailor back home!!

9. I think I killed a lizard while sweeping my home today. I did not do it on purpose. I'm thankful, that the lizard is such an underrated reptile. Imagine if I had killed a crocodile instead....

10. I've been thinking of buying a camera. Extremely inspired by this. But I figured, I'll restrict myself to writing things which make no sense. There is no point offending reality. It never gets offended( and they call me thick skinned!).

Just more of me...!

Sometimes I wonder if I have two brains rolled into one, cos even when I've been through a night of guilt for giving such an unproductive day at work, my brain is parallelly at work on the next day passionately thinking up ideas on my next blog. Its another thing that ever since I've started this I seem to have an obsession, and sometimes I feel I'm kind of making up for all that writing I missed out on doing, when I was in a state of ignorantia blogosphere. Plus there are some really nice people like merci who prod me on to do what I most love doing, and therefore it seems like the whole world around me is conspiring to make me write.(you know where I copied that from!)

Sometime back a friend of mine told me she was going on a date with her you know whom( somehow, right now I think the word boy friend is inappropriate). But that only added velocity to the orbit on which I have been circumambulating lately. Its been on my mind for quite a while now as to how exactly it is that I've managed to stay single so long. I don't believe that one should stay young forever. Cos face it- we get old!!! Hell we do, every minute! And there is really nothing wrong or bad about having grey hair as a fall out of the years spent on this planet. Damn! there better be proof that I survived here this long and if the grey wisps and adding pounds is the only certificate, I really don't mind it! Plus I think the olny thing I don't rebel against, is nature. Amen!!

O.k so after that slight digression, I'm back on my orbit. Its rather funny how I've stayed this way right through college - five long years of it, and one year of being an employed youth, thus adding to the gross domestic product of this country. Its not that I've never had a 'thing' for anyone! Its just that things usually fizzle out in a couple of months for various reasons, none of which are as interesting as Agatha Christie's murder plot. So I'm not going to delve into such lifeless topics. Also its for certain that I'm in no great grand desperation to be hooked on or something. But its just when I look at most people around my age, many of whose relationships have culminated in commitment or marriage or atleast someone with whom atleast they can spend a rainy saturday afternoon, unlike me, who gains such immense pleasure just watching it pour down from my window and get all poetic and all. I wonder really what it is with me and myself? I wonder if I've missed out on anything, and then when someone tells me she's not a sizzling brownie person because she's never liked chocolate, and I know for sure its just her weight cares about more than what she really really likes, I can tell that I have a better quality of life!For sure!

But seriously speaking, may be its just that as usual I set high standards, that are so high after all! Or may be its just luck that number 1 proves more lucky for me than two. Sometimes I wonder if everything is 'normal' about me. But yea, I know it is. But if normal is 'average' then I'm not sure of my answer. Right now, I think of what someone who possibly reads this would say about me. Like I said in my last post, I hate it when people think its their fundamental right to judge me.(Hell!!its mine!...nah...not really!) Well if you really are thinking something about me, you can say it. Freedom of expression is a fundamental right as well and there's no denying it!

Free? For Whom?

This has been running in my mind so much that I realised I needed to vent it out of my system. I don't know if I should publish this, cos I've got quite critiqued for being so public about my private life, by a couple of good friends, plus may be even you will understand just in case you get to lay your eyes on this post. They say its a free world and all. But damn it!I cant say one thing without being judged and dissected and analysed. Sometimes I feel like I've been perpetually strapped to the brain mapper or something.

For one thing, in my opinion I'm a relatively law abiding member of society, which means I don't do radical things like cut my hair short and colour it red . Neither do I do something like give up my super secure job just to sit home and write a book. I also am not 32 and rich and single and a powerful corporate counsel in love with a man 6 years younger than me. I don't walk around being atheist or agnostic or anything. Ya, I still believe that God will poke my eyes at night if I do something wrong. I still have not taken a drag from a ciggi or a puffed from a joint. I'm not "cool" if any of the above falls under the definition. Damn it!!Its long since I even had a beverage more interesting that the tea from the stupid stainless steel glass at work(here they believe at my grade, I dont even deserve a china cup and saucer).

I live a non-obtrusive boring life, with my greatest time pass being intently overhearing the banter on the table across from mine. Be it at work, where some of the guys here discuss their cholestrol levels and if they did their morning walk. Or another person who is competing with a female colleague in acquiring jewellery in dowry for his daughter. The fights between them usually relate to who needs to save more because she is Tam-bram and has 2 daughters or because he is Golti with a need to fulfill his daughters dream of going to "foreign country". Sometimes I hear some stupid conversation at a coffee shop or a restaurant which usually leaves me wondering whether I sound as silly or ever sounded as silly.

I am still grappling with completing my education. I'm not saying that one needs to be an expert juggler or anything. But I admit it really requires a substantial amont of motivation to look at more print once you get home from office, where you've already read enough monotonous print. I may also be a bit wierd in a way. To chase Bharatanatyam though I lack in totality the grace or the body for it. But since my brain does not get the point, it's intent on chasing its dream and I plithely oblige. I can't handle another one of those battles within my head. So sometimes its just better to shut up and do what your brain insists on doing.

Looking at myself, I don't even wear fun clothes. Here where I work, people think western formal is as good as being 'indecent' or 'vulgar'. Those words have oiginated from 3 generations before me and I can almost hear the words as I type them, hissing, echoing in my ears in heavily 'tamilian' accented voices. I'm not even the type to carefully match jewellery to my clothes. I know that makes me sound more boring than Eve- the female robot in Walle, but what to do? Thats how terrible my graph of evolution looks like.

I'm not a blogger who has some 112 comments..leave alone a 112 even 12 comments on my post! I don't think I ever do anything which ever attracts attention, except talking aloud to myself ocassionally, at which people around pucker up their faces as if I've landed here straight from Pluto or something!!!But still no matter what I do, I have eyes and ears and sometimes even hands and feet set on me, all ready to devour me. I know I've made myself sound so vulnerable. But I swear- no exagerration here.

I also believe in the right to privacy being the most fundamental right. By that I definitely mean able to publicly display affection without those gaping, gawking eyes on me. I mean being able to write about anything I please without being evaluated on my standards of adherence to morality or principles or such idealistic things, which sometimes makes people think of me as the diametric opposite of what I truly am - a pretty nice girl who is just so human after all, yet being discussed by fellow humans as if I am a specimen of research and analysis.

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Sometimes, I want to dance,
Though I know how bad at that I am,
Just you and me and a sweet lil prance,
Its still my dream, my man.

Sometimes, when my world comes crashing down,
When I think I have nowhere else to go,
Its so badly then that I want you around,
To be the sea, into which my tears flow.

When the weather's nice, I think of you,
I long to walk holding hands,
Beside the sea a pretty blue,
Along the golden sands.

When my mood lifts I want to hear,
I want to see,
You, my darling, my dear.

But I wonder if you think of me,
I wonder if you remember,
Or I'm just a tiny drop in the sea,
That is my gravest fear.

Tosses and turns in the boat,
And still I sing my song,
But you struggle to stay afloat,
And then I am wrong!

I don't know how far we've come,
Or how much we have to go,
But tosses and turns in the boat,
And you struggle to stay afloat.

I stick my hand out,
I think I can pull you up,
But thats where you choose to stay,
Thats how you go away.

But I still long for a song,
I want to hold hands and dance,
I still want a walk in the rain,
But for you, it's all a strain.

So I watch from the boat as you sink,
As you disappear between the waves,
That's the end, you choose to give,
For all those memorable days.

Bagged a tag!

When I chanced upon Merci’s blog some months ago, the latest post was a tag. And I promised myself that I too will evolve as a writer one day and be tagged!!!!Now that the day is here, well here goes:

1.What have you realized recently?

That no shampoo be it Dove or Loreal or whatever else really anti frizzes my hair or caresses my lovely curls, it just makes things worse and may be I’ll start graying fast…Oh my God!!!panic mode- I’m switching to sheekakai.

2.Have you given your first kiss away?

That sounds like the old newspapers I ‘give away’ to the Kabaddiwalah…

3.If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 11 blog buddies you would take?

First of all I don’t get the logic of this question in as much as, how can I be stranded on a deserted island and take 11 blog buddies.

But to keep the spirit of answering this, I am myself quite new to blogging world…got some of the ones I like on my blog roll:

Raghav of random musings for his immaculate travelogue style(may be we’ll buy the island and develop tourism and give him the contract for writing the brochures!!!)
Sarma of the den of drums and dreams for many many reasons…one being that he might need to find the time and inspiration to write (which he’s almost given up) and which he’ll find in plenty on the deserted island ;-)
Harry of harry’s ocean that lovely romantic poetry that he writes. And May be because he is the only ‘romantic fool’ apart from Merci and me.
Merci for her advertiser’s ideas..(remember I’m going to buy the island?)

But I also got a couple of friends…with whom I’d like to be stranded on a deserted island.(God!!! that sentence sounds so wrong!!!!)

4. Where is the place you want to go the most?

Varanasi I think…open a dance school there, purchase a sweet stall, teach at BHU and settle down!!!

5. If you have one dream to come true, what would it be?

Perform to a packed audience at the Nataraja temple in Chidambaram. The day I do that, I swear, I’ll be ready to leave this world!

6. Do you believe in seeing the rainbow after the rain?
Literally yes, that’s what my physics teacher taught me. I never bothered questioning it. But figuratively, I’m not sure. I think I’ve stood soaking in the rain too much. I kinda enjoy it. Even the mess that the rain leaves. May be I’ll love the rainbow when it comes too…But I’ll still love the rain. A hot cuppa something, mirchi bajjis, my lilac umbrella large enough for 2 to huddle…Damn!!!I love the rains!

7. What are you afraid of losing the most now?

It will always be the ability to inspire and be inspired!

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?

I’d love to spend a bit of it on food. But the issue is I never never lose the weight I gain. So may be I’ll buy an Oil field!

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?

I cant first love then meet. I need to meet and then love. And by then I guess it will be more than obvious!

10. List out 3 good points about the person who tagged you.

Darling Merci:
I don’t know her personally and all, but
· Fabulous writer
· I feel she never hesitates in saying, rather writing what she thinks…(Sweetie, I love that about you)
· Kinda generous with her nice commentsJ

11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?

Aha!!! This could be an essay question for a hundred marks.

Love me, and be very very very expressive about it. Understand the riddles in my sentences, the anger beneath my calm voice, the humour in my placid sentences. Should understand that he means a world to me. Should not let his ego come in the way of us and should never ever let go of me….

Hmmm….after all it’s a wish!!! And most times I say ‘I wish’ it means its close to impossible!

12. What type of people do you hate the most?

Love this one: the ones that lack modesty, that lack the guts to be forthright and the knack to be so!, specially the ones that stay away from sugar because they will get fat and instead say they hate sweets!!!

13. What is the one thing you can’t live without?

Love!!!I’ll say it till my dying breath!

14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?

'If' I have faults??Does some actually believe that I'm a perfect 100? Nay...Am not such a sport. Am not so brave about criticism. But if its well said, its well taken!

15. Are you a shopaholic or not?

I don’t think I’m a shopaholic and all. You know, that word kinda disturbs me…reminds of alcoholic!! But ya I love to shop and I say it’s therapeutic!

16. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you.

Merci : the Merciful!!!duh no!! one word is too less…she is quite a sweet thing actually.

17. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?

I could do with being a bit more of a social animal…I’m so picky about who I like…that’s half the problem.

18. What’s the last shocking thing you’ve seen or heard?

Shocked? May be God sent me down with a shot of anesthesia that will last me a life time!!!

19. Would you rather have love but no money or money but no love?

Love, any day!!!the lonliness kills me!Thats the one thing that makes waking up worth it!

Ok now that I’m done blowing my trumpet, I’m tagging:
den of drums and dreams…write please!write!
random musings
harry’s ocean
curry pan
surreal

Net Profit from Advertisement..Finally!!!

Its been one of those week ends that I was waiting for. And when it came, it brought with it a spectrum of emotions and also gave me the time to revel in each one of them that actually makes me feel that this week end particularly lasted for 8 days. But that, in no way deters my week end from being any more desirable that it was before it actually began. Well, I'm not exactly trying to prove the Pythagoras Theorem here, but there is still a point I'm trying to make which will probably be made by the time we get to the last word of what I'm writing.

First of all I'd like to tell you, vodafone does not as promised, follow you everywhere you go. Because it does not even follow me from my home to the conference room at my work place, (which is in the heart of the capital city of Tamil Nadu, leave alone the home of some monkey in a Godforsaken tropical rainforest in Zaire) where if in my blasted luck I should get a phone call on my cell phone, that I choose to answer, I have two options:
1. yell into the phone, which will in fact defeat the purpose of Graham Bell's invention, and will instead make me audible to the person who has called without the aid of the modern day invention.
2. make me the author of Meghadhootam (part 2) that will necessitate sending a message through the blowing winds and the passing clouds to the person trying to reach me frantically to ask if i want an add on credit card from citibank.

Secondly, Dove range of hair care products, which I purchased with a greater amount of expectation than I'd probably have from my prospective partner, does not result in my hair feeling so beautiful, that I want to keep touching it. The question remains as to whether my hair is a challenge to Dove or Dove is a challenge to my hair or whether both are so unfit that my hair could serve as an alternative to scotch brite.(I need to yet find an alternative use to Dove shampoo. That makes my hair feel more useful than the Rs150+Rs150 - shampoo+ conditioner of darling dearest Dove. Or whether that is just a lack of my creativity, I cannot tell.)

Thirdly let me tell you Bournvita never gave me the 'tan or man ki shakti' or Boost was never ever the 'secret of my energy' , that kept me awake during the exams. Usually, it was the fear, that a 'best friend' would get more marks than me, that kept me awake. As I grew older it was the caffiene content in coffee or tea that kept me awake to complete the most boring 'types of winding up of companies' that constituted my Corporate law syllabus.

I'm not trying to prove that advertisements are a farce and should be banned as contributing to misleading majority population or something as fanciful, that would make the conservative school elect me as their next leader. The only thing I'm trying to tell you is that how often I've been so let down by these advertisements, like the ulta perk, i purchased with so much expectation and then cursed myself for breaching my diet for something as bad tasting as that. The list can go on.

But come on!!!I did not take the effort of writing this for this stupid purpose. The reason i'm writing is that just yesterday, I actually was benefitted from, I forget the name of that guy, you know, the one who dances around on the Dominos advertisement - Thirty minutes, nahi tho freeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! I don't live on a staple diet of pizzas. But hunger, and laziness to cook up a meal, and we resorted to the phone number of Dominos pizza. We placed our order at 9.12p.m. simple - 2 medium margharita pizzas with olives on top. I'm not sure if the guys actually went to Italy to get the olives or to switzerland to get the cheese or whereever else to get the flour for the base, because when the Pizza came at 10.18p.m. we were more than ready to exercise our fundamental right. Believe me, I have greater difficulty in remembering that the freedom of movement is a fundamental right as per Article 18 (thats the wrong Article? 15? 14?)of the Constitution of India, than remembering the - 30 minutes, nahi tho free rule.

We had called and reinforced our right. But for those of you who like me do not know, there is an indemnity clause which restricts liability to Rs.300. Anyway we ended up paying only Rs.100 for a 400 Rs. bill, and the net profit of Rs.300 atleast covers up the loss I incurred in the purchase of Dove's Extra Moisturising hair care products which did not moisturise at all.

Tear

First I heard a whimper,
Then it was a cry,
I strained to hear,
In the noise, my oh my!!

I knew this girl before,
I knew I’d heard this voice,
I’d felt these sobs before,
In the blaring noise.

She bled and wept,
Injured in a war,
And all the pain she kept,
Bottled in a jar.

I saw her teary eyes,
Beauty of a sort,
The light – it slowly dies,
Bringing with it, the dark.

I know, I knew this girl,
I knew from long before,
I knew I’d seen her swirl,
I’d met her at the shore.

Time has passed since then,
A while has galloped by,
I don’t know where she went,
Or what makes her cry.

I knew her so well once,
Laughed with her a lot,
But now I feel a dunce,
I feel I know her not.

I watch as she bleeds and weeps,
I watch her as she melts,
Onto my cheek a tear creeps,
She has me in her spell…

A lot of change had come,
I could see it her eyes,
What has she become?
So much of her had died.

The war still haunts her bad,
She looks weary than ever before,
The war has left her sad,
She is ebbing down below.

The wounds are still untended,
Despite the flying time,
The holes are still unmended,
And no one gives a dime!

But she has run away,
She has fled her past,
All that disarray,
Might never, never last.

But the chase never does end,
She will be chased again,
How much will she bend?
Soon she will be slain.

I can see how hard she breathes,
I can feel the pain she feels,
I see the scene she sees,
I see she needs to break free.

And hence I met her now,
Now, after these long lost years,
And though I don't know how,
I will rid her of the tears.

The Exaggerated Chronicles of the Edhir Aathu Maami

No matter how many times the wheel of time turns and turns and turns, no matter how much technology manages to contribute to complicate our lives, no matter how many high rise buildings rise and deplete the green environment, no matter how close we are to the wiping out of the ozone layer, no matter how close we are to an oil dry out, some things never, ever, ever change.

One among those near permanent features is the conspicuous and almost indispensable role the Edhir-aathu maami (literally:Opposite house aunty)plays in our day to day life. Lets see how far we go:

When suddenly the head of my family is intent on scoring some brownie points so he is assured a free pass to heaven, and wishes to be present at some far off temple with the rest of the family before even the Lord wakes up, the poor Edhir Aathu maami:

a. Takes the milk from the paal kaaran(milk man) and generously accommodates it in her fridge, and returns it with a well concealed frown, when we return and wake her up from her afternoon slumber.
b. Picks up the flowers left to hang pathetically on the door handle (believe me even criminals convicted to death get a better hanging than the way my flower lady leaves the flowers to hang) and sprinkles some water to save its last remaining breaths, before it can attain salvation at the feet or the head of the Lord. (sure she thinks that she will also gain some brownie points)
c. Opens the house when the maid servant comes to do the work, and passes on only 1/1000th the instructions my Mom/Granny said to pass on to the maid.
d. Keeps a watchful eye on the house during the period of our absence, lest she misses the opportunity of grabbing some succulent piece of gossip that she can pass on at the ritualistic evening gathering for the gossipers and gossip mongers of the flat.

She becomes the official treasurer of the spare set of keys, which come in handy when I forgetfully shut the door in a hurry, with the keys inside. Trust me, she avoids a catastrophe, in so much as I am spared a hard spanking for firstly being so useless and incapable and culminate in what a hapless wife I will be one day, how ineligible I am for marriage etc etc.

She is compelled to assume the role of a guinea pig to all the horrible and not so horrible recipes my granny reads in Mangayarmalar/ watches in Saapida Vangal on Sun T.V. Mind you the torture does not end there. She is further constrained to admire my granny’s culinary skills and marvel about how the previous generation makes a far better cook that hers and about how the next generation will as usual make useless wives/mothers.(like that is the only purpose of birth!!)

And oh! the days when the milk splits on the gas stove and my Granny is done cursing the milk man or the frequent electricity cuts, the Edhir aathu maami becomes the resource for an urgent cuppa coffee for an uninvited guest.

Poor her, she should also listen to the ranting of my granny’s recent USA visit. Of course she will use the opportunity to boast about how well her son is doing at his job in California or how her daughter got a scholarship at the University of Buffalo.

Her portfolio is also requires her to salute my granny’s bargaining skills at Pondybazaar where she picked up some plastic tub for half the price at which it is sold at Saravana stores or become the target subject of envy of my granny’s immaculate taste in sarees and jewellery.

The edhir aathu maami is a companion on lonely mornings, rival when it comes to trading insider family information, guard on long holidays, guardian during the brief absence of mom, shoulder, pillar pedestal et al. And mind you its not always victimisation, we happen to be someone’s edhir aathu maami as well.

Dear Mr.Psychiatrist...

Hell!!!what have I done? I have begun to sound so morbid!! I'm surprised no one left me a comment giving me the contact details of a psychiatrist whom I should see asap. Thanks about that dear readers.( Now I can safely say that) Speaking of seeing the psychiatrist, these are my thoughts.

As I walked out of my office elevator this morning, Ms.Gossip Gossip (Ya I'm right!!!thats her first name and last!It pretty much defines her.) had something to say. Poor thing , the few seconds of silence in the travel from the ground to the third floor, and I felt she would just explode. Even I have felt like that many times before because:

a. someone decided to impregnate the little atmosphere in there with the scent of jasmine flowers.
b. the few times when my sixth sense functioned, I had a bad bad feeling that the lift was going to defy gravity and stand levitating in mid air. And I'm stuck all by myself, in the damp, dark space!!!(I'm hoping that sounded scary enough...atleast thats usually enough to spook me out!!!)
c. I'm stranded with dear darling E.D.(executive director- for the benefit of those who think it stands for eggs and donkeys or something) and even the molecules in the air have defied nature and crystalised as a mark of ahem...respect!!!Duh!!!Not really.As a matter of practise, I guess.

But not because I had to share a piece of the most consequential information of the day. Ofcourse Ms. G.G. was vying for spot number one among her fellow contestants. So as if her brains would just liquify under pressure, she spurted out: "Unnaku theriyuma???Saravana Stores lai inniki karthaala fire!!!"Aaaahh! What a succulent piece of crap! For the benefit of those ignorant souls who do not know about the phenomenon called Saravana Stores, kindly permit me a slight detour:

Saravana Stores is a retail scale of what would put even Harrods to utter shame. Its where man turns into mass. Where shopping becomes as fundamental to life as breathing. Where degeneration has just begun. Selling hair pins to hammers; saris to sanitary ware; bedding to beet root!!! this place is worth a visit.

Anyway, getting back, Ms.GG went on about how she saw a black cloud of flames (believe me even the guy who spotted the ice berg that wrecked the Titanic would have sounded less horrified) just as she was boiling the milk to make coffee for her husband. I'm sure she was like: "Damn the coffee!!! Look at the spiralling sensation. And Oh my God!!! I actually witnessed it. So what if i could see the twin towers collapse only on T.V. ?I can see the live version of Saravana Stores flare up!!" Not funny? I agree. So I become the first audience to the Arson event (well thats GG's version), in my own little backyard!!! Mr Psychiatrist, I've got you business.

Then came the rest of the tribe in the office who were decked and dazzling today, as if there were a competition of who was wearing the most amount of gold. You know what, anyone wants to make a loot or something, I'll tell you a secret. Just drop me an email and I'll tell you when you could ideally plan to rob the women folk at my work place. But one slight hitch. The designs are horrendous!!!You'll get the jewellery, but the worst!!! So if you are planning to give any of the stolen stuff to your girl friend/ wife/ mother, be prepared for a double bashing. For stealing and that too poor taste.(anyway we'll share the booty. At least that would save me of looking at my boss' face evry morning) They were shimmering as if today was the only day Gold was permitted, and as if there were going to be a law that had the effect of declaring that possessing gold is like possessing dope. Dear Mr. Psychiatrist, some more on the way!!!

The next one takes the cake. I finally make it to get the exmination form of a course I'm doing. needless to say, its kinda a Government of India enterprise- the Institute of Company Secretaries of India - SIRC chapter. Wow!!!that sounds like a hot guy. But wait and watch. I thank my stars at having reached in time. MISCONCEPTION. The board reads 5.45 p.m. as closing time. I'm there at 5.10. But
' Don't you know? The cash counter shuts at 5.15.'
Even then I got 5 minutes before its supposed to shut!
The guy screeches: "Girl!!!You teaching me rules? eh?"
"No Sir. Come on How can I? I'm a sweet girl! I'm not here to teach you rules. Just to get the godamn examination form."
"Don't you have change? What? You think I run a bank here? Too rich to give me change?"

I fish out all the permutations and combinations to sum up to the cost of the form. God!!!Next in line was another scandalised kid. And the meteor shower started again. I wonder what really drives these people. Dear Mr Psychiatrist, time for you to take over.