Its kind of demeaning to categorize people...it defies the idea of all human beings being the same...but lets, for the sake of my little blog, divide them into four kinds...
- People who do things and never mention it
- People who do things and mention it in a subtle way
- People who were copyrighted by Steven Spielberg in Close Encounters of the Third Kind or the ones of RDB
- And finally, people who never do things, still brag to have done all that is ever to do.
This is my escapade with these "fourth kind" human beings...
For the sake of identity security i want to change the names here...two brothers...Junior Bragger(JB) and Senior Bragger(SB)...and I
It was an auspicious day (i thought so till midnight...) and my summer vacations were on...so we were planning for a night out at Bragger Residence...an air conditioned room was a luxury back then and none of my friends had the opportunity to relax in an AC milieu!!!
So the day went by uneventfully but the event which followed after midnight was the one where the term "You Got Screwed" made perfect sense to me :o(
After dinner we had an after meal walk and were enjoying the tranquility of the compound garden (a modest patch of grass)...when JB had a sudden and urgent attack of the High-Priority Nature's Call...so he got the keys from SB for his house and we started enjoying the now-stink-free freshness of the night breeze...
It was almost 2:30 AM & almost half an hour since JB had gone home...and when he returned he had a surprise with him...he conveniently forgot the keys at home!!! and the worst part was Bragger-brothers mom was a heavy sleeper...the kind who wont get up if she was on cloud nine amongst all kind of thunders!!!
SB was busy yelling JB while the rest of us were planning how to get back in the house...suddenly JB had his head-bulb lit...he asked me to company him to the 24 hr phone booth...so that we can call at his place and the phone (which was fortunately in Bragger-moms room) might wake her up...
However, i wasnt aware that 24 hr boards are only to show off...so now JB and I were again trying to light our respective bulbs in the darkness of hopelessness and the closed phone booth...
Again it was JB who made the darkness scarce...he had an outrageous plan of visiting the nearest police station and call from the police station...i had my own doubts about it but JBs optimism and his brag-full statements "My dad knows every other police personnel in the town" raised the bar of my hopes...
The premises of the police station were very hostile (strange...its very uneasy to approach a police station...no matter whether you are a crook or a tax-paying, all tolerating citizen) and the sight of the havaldar equally unfriendly...
The moment we saw him JB was quick enough to change the role of team leader (it was never my idea to talk with the police...and now i was here, infront of the havaldar)...the conversation with the havaldar was a blur...all i heard was we not being from a "good family" since we were roaming around at 3 in the morning and were verbally-kicked back home...without we getting a chance to represent our little problem...
When we returned, it was SBs turn to brag about his omnipresent and all knowing dad's contacts in police station and asked me to accompany him to confront the police (dont ask me why i was the lucky one to company him...AGAIN!!!)...and after reaching the police station he showed his prowess at swiftly reversing the team role...he is better than JB!!! again i found myself confronting the unreceptive havaldar...
This time he yelled pretty offensively and took us to the police station..i wonder why he never understood our out-of-this-world dilemma...
I thought Police Inspectors are busy people...especially at night..fighting crime and making the town a better place to live...but the bottle of Kingfisher and Limca changed my views drastically...he asked us in his surly manner what we were upto and quiet surprisingly he agreed to let us call at Bragger Residence...
Now guess what...the call was answered immediately with a response "Everything is fine...come home"
SB made all kinds of threatening statements which he was planning to implement with the aid of his father, once we were thrown out of the police station with our name and address noted down by the Inspector...I never got to ask SB did he ever did what he bragged about...
When we reached the building SB was furious and yelling at JB whilst JB was basking in the glory of his "idea"...apparently he turned off the electric supply to his house from the switchboard...and banged on his door...his mom woke up since the AC got swtiched off and the summer heat and her sons loud noise at the door made her wake up...
The rest of the night was spent restlessly in their house since the switch for the electric supply didnt turn ON, eluding the sweet comfort of the AC and alluring the horrifying discomfort of mosquito bites...SB and JB were "very tired" with all the "talks" they had with the police...and even though they were "Capable" of fixing the switch in a matter of minutes they didnt want to do it in the dark since they were very sleepy...
Its so funny how reasons are easy to construct for any given thing in this world!!!
Bottomline...be very aware of these kind...enough said!!!
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