Lately, I have heard such comic (read ‘Lame’) excuses for not wanting to do something that rolling my eyes has almost become my Go-To expression…
My roommate is a Masters in Dermatology… and one can well imagine the kinds of cases she must be dealing with on a daily basis… But, the woman refuses to pick up the garbage bin (everybody, all nine of us, has to do their bit to keep the house clean and shining) and keep it outside because she doesn’t want to touch people’s filth. How she ever became a doctor is all I am asking?
There’s another one who has a clearer and plainer reason for not doing the same chore… You see, all of us are girls… and we bleed once a month, so she doesn’t want to get herself dirty picking up the bin stuffed with our used sanitary napkins. She also attributes it to the fact that she belongs to a higher caste. Oooo la la…
But the award for ‘Lost Logic’ would go to this young 22 year old lass living under the same roof as I (who says I am jealous of her… huh)… she does not wash her utensils for days and days at a stretch and when you finally ask her ‘why’, she says it is because she never finds the kitchen and the sink clean enough to wash her fungus-laden utensils in. Now don’t blame me if I end up doing the tarantula-dance or laughing up my sleeve.
A government official, because he does not want to listen to my professional plea, shouts at me on the phone and says he has got nothing to do with either my organisation or me. At first, I feel like shedding some silly tears, but then I take recourse to my all too favourite hobby of rolling my eyes, swallowing my angry spit and throwing a punch… (I have thrown more punches in my imagination than Cassius Clay would have in his entire life)… I am the King of the Ring!
One of my colleagues has a real problem being called one amongst the ‘Staff’… her reasons are beyond my understanding… but I guess she has grown up believing that she is a pretty happening thing… Why did I ever grow up playing in the mud and wearing the same old red shorts every day… why couldn’t I have been more inspired by stone-cold barbies and lady-like things… what was I thinking ? !