Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Account for neurosis

This is an excerpt from my recent Kalluru diary. Sitting in my comfortable urban home I feel rather indulgent of my poor former jostled self. Come read…
People, several people I've noticed have no regard for their personal comfort. This man for instance. He's sitting two seats in front of me in the bus. The sun is on our side and it is catching his profile gently. I can see one hair, one spidery overgrown hair from his eyebrow. One of those freak mutant types. Must have taken a few months to grow out I think. It is constantly in his line of vision. His view of these stupendous sunflower fields must be streaked by the shadow of The Hair.
I am just itching to pull out my little Swiss card and snip it for him. The hair has begun to get on my nerves. But it does not seem to have bothered this farmer (he looks like a farmer) for months!
Such a small thing! Why doesn't he do it? He does not even need a pair of scissors, you know, he can just snap it off with his fingers. Or I could just…
At which opportune moment my stop at the village arrived, otherwise I may have had something quite different to say.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

You're back Shweta! Good to hear from you. Clearly it is not safe for you to travel with scissors or any other sharp objects! But I can sympathize with that feeling having felt like that many times... Priya

Kala said...

What if somebody just itched to tweak off a stray strand of grey hair on you or pinch off a little mole that doesn't bother you?

Shweta said...

Pri pri, power to thee! somehow i knew you would be particularly moved by this piece.
Kala: uh mmm you seem to have gotten the wrong end of the hair,I was just jesting.

Australopithecus said...

why would you molest a rodent? (pinch off a mole?) btw..there used to be a vague russian cartoon on dukh darshan about a mole? and it wasnt in the KGB.

Sheetal said...
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Shweta said...

Funny Oz, I split my sides reading your post but you tell me why did Ihave stitches in my stomach. Do you figure it has to with molepractice on the surgeon’s part?

Australopithecus said...

If you sat with a former tennis champ, you would have a Stich by your side.

Sheetal said...

A Stich in time saves nine.
Tot, I still feel you should have leant across, distracted the gentleman in question by a ruse and nipped off the offending follicle.
Believe me, when people complain of hair loss it is never these mutant types that fall off! Imagine he's probably still going about like that unless he has a particularly proactive hajaam.