cesspool memoirs
episode 03
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jyothi enthu jathiya ?
jyothi enthu jathiya?
that was a googly bowled at me by a senior professor
and chairman of the selection
committee that determines my fitness for
being included in the "team", immediately on my joining the cesspool
way back in the mid ninetees.
the question put in malayalam simply asks -
which caste do you belong to, lover boy?
my dumb answer was that i belong to a scheduled caste.
the
crooked finger went up:
out, hit wicket !
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Recochet
when another person in an altogether different set up asked me
"are you a vegetarian?" he was not exactly planning to invite me
to dinner. if you are an indian you can easily make out
what exactly he was driving at! that is what is known as
tact.
the other extreme is an election worker of a particular
party who had come to my (rented) house couple of days back,
gave me a leaflet and told me "if you are a hindu, you read it".
i told him even more bluntly that i am not a hindu and gave
his leaflet back. i sure must have made one more addition
to the list of my innumerable "friends".
incidentally most of my "friends" are those nursing injuries from
such
recochet
(have i spelt it right? the oxford genie is keeping mum -
could be it is again a french word)
rather than my targeting them !
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