harsh in kinesphere

There are times when you feel that you are invincible, strong, confident /*other flowery adjectives can also be inserted to describe the way you feel */ but then the guy upstairs makes his point by showing how fundamentally wrong you really are.

I had a similar experience recently which left me more embarrassed than a lesbian in a chip-n-dale club. I was on my way home listening to Flyleaf, Disturbed et al, content in my world that comprised of a seat, an almost empty bus, followed the overworked conductor occasionally asking/ saying/muttering ‘Ticket bola ticket’. Then this lady boarded the bus and sat on the seat ahead of me, the baby in her arms was quiet restless so she had him over her shoulder such that he was facing me. I just happened to notice someone staring at me and there was, the finger sucker blankly looking at me.

That’s when my crazy/weird/insecure alter ego came back to life from the undead. Let me tell you about this ‘Chad’ guy, as I like to call him, he's no good with babies. According to Chad babies are the cutest, but they are god’s answer to make grown ups do silly things /*coz I remember a very serious uncle meowing to his some month old grand daughter just to make her giggle as she kept looking at him in amazement thinking ‘WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY GRANDPA YOU FREAK!’ */ .He also thinks babies are complicated mainly because you don’t know what they are thinking, thats what makes them so unpredictable. Like when he was reading a story to his niece, when after 10 minutes he realized that he was the only one who found it interesting as she had already crawled and gone to her ‘dada’. For him people who can baby-talk are tougher than Dharmendrapaji catching bullets. Playing with babies is a lot like giving excuses for forgetting you girlfriend’s birthday, EVERYTIME you have to come-up with something new else you are a gonner.

Coming back to the ‘incident’ Chad gone bonkers and had already tried jumping out of the moving bus’s window. The bus stopped at the signal, he tried his best not to make eye-contact as he pretended to be engrossed in looking out the window thinking of the million places he could have been at. ‘Please! I’ve had enough, make the lady and her attention seeking baby go! I’ll never pick my nose in public again, I promise’ he mumbled as the bus groaned into motion. And to his astonishment, the lady stood up and made her way to the exit. Life was good again!!! I could feel Chad returning to the realms of my subconscious. Everything’s normal, for now.