- * Indians are unstoppable babblers, chin-wagging everywhere ... wherenot. Often you can see guys hanging on footboard in a bus, discussing most trivial matters oblivous to the fact that they are precariously hanging and only a misplaced foot is separating them and a hospital bed.
* Another place where people indulge in this national obsession is the toilet. Yuck!!! Of all the improbable places. Guys standing side by side and exchanging views or whatever without being bothered by the nauseating odour leaves me tongue-tied. People talk everywhere except where there are supposed to, ie Parliament, from where they walk out at the slightest pretext or indulge in brickbatting. - * Enter the cell phone, the mother of it all. As if we did not have trouble with our mandible movers.
* One chap boarded a bus and started talking to a man to whose house he was anyway going to. By the time the orator finished he had almost reached his destination.
* Another started dictating a letter to a fellow who was dismissed from his job. And no prizes for guessing who was sitting next to him listening to this tripe for half an hour. One way to escape from these strange characters let loose on civil society is to plug an earphone and lose oneself to music. But if you are listening to FM radio, that is a subject fit for another story. - Got to go, can hear my cellphone ringing.
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We are a nation of talkers. Hilarious piece.
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