harsh in kinesphere

Experiences dictate how you feel, in general or otherwise. This is no different thing.

I’ve heard of people like him all the time, first they start off as the teacher’s pet that mature into the professor’s pet, I never thought I’d get a firsthand experience, but I was in for a surprise. They are very easy to spot; they laugh at the senior’s/boss’s jokes the hardest, or greet them with a twinkle in their eye only to bitch when they are gone. They’ll interrupt you when you are speaking and reiterate everything what you’ve just said while talking to the boss. And the one I know is gifted in the sweet talk department, let me illustrate with an example:-

Me- (talking to myself) I am so mad at him, how could he blame it on me? I am going to give him a piece of my mind!
Chaatu- hi! Kya chal raha hai??
After 10 minutes, Chaatu’s leaving to ‘socialize’ with others.
Me- !#@#@$#@$!!! Where’s my wallet????!!! And why the hell am I NAKED????????!!!!
Chaatu- (with my money and my clothes) Sucker!!!
In situations like these having a speech impediment sucks big time!!!!

What I’ve learnt till now is that being a sweet talker is like being Neo, you just have it in you, and no one can take that away.

Well, its just about time he starts getting on people’s nerves (or off mine!) until then, I’ll sulk as he goes for a coffee break with seniors. I’ll stand aside for his twinkly eyes and cheeky smile. Until then he’s the chaatu I dislike, the one person I want to be.

At a first glance he’s just a normal individual- simply boring. But he is just like everyone else, only less weird probably coz no one snorts as loud as him while laughing. He is on his way home, heading to the bus stop at Borivali station and suddenly he is caught unawares by this guy who’s selling what looks like an electric racquet.

Being abnormally patient he is, he listening to what the hawker has to say and show but in his mind he has already bought the contraption. He clutches it as he is thinking about the cheapest source of entertainment he’s bought himself, he just can’t help but smile while the overcrowded bus strains itself as it makes its way along its route.

Weeks have gone by. And almost everyone can hear the zapping from flat no.302. This is the place where the humble, docile looking guy is transformed into a monster by medieval standards. His alter ego takes over the moment he sees a mosquito, going for the electric swatter like a rajput going for his sword. Don’t know why but he feels happy when he sees the mosquitoes being burnt alive, 2000V being delivered through their bodies.

He’s definitely lost himself to the dark side; he can’t help the compulsion to ‘patrol’ his house in search of new prey……….

………..And somewhere far far away a conspiracy theorist is going through his work. He never trusted the government, ‘these swatters are illegal ‘he says to himself, as he reads a report about people becoming sadists after their obsession to see insects being zapped by the swatters took a whole new meaning.